Strangers: Timeshare/Quicksand (Part 2)

Co-writer pals on gifted timeshare-retreat cross with a masked 'Stranger' woman with psycho-eye of things home-invasion for species-shock (fanfic-trilogy).

Strangers fanfiction for your Spring-Sunday (thanks for reading), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise/film-series of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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AMLAN: We're still here at the timeshare in New England trying to find comfort!

MARCUS: We're unwinding sure, and it's because of the Hell I doubted, my pal.

AMLAN: You didn't believe me about the 'Strangers' outside our kitchen-window!

MARCUS: Forget the division, man...this is ultra-violence and it's real/close, ok.

AMLAN: What the Hell does this woman want here at our timeshare, Marcus?

MARCUS: Selfie-like.

Amlan and Marcus were sure their timeshare getaway would be perfect for them, co-writer buddies of the American Homeland seeking earned/needed time-away from horror-writing on the cyber-road(s) of the Western world. They had no clue or inkling their timeshare-time would be bloody-splashed with the uninvited/unpredicted 'presence' of a masked 'Stranger' woman who peered through Amlan's timeshare-kitchen window while he'd been cooking; and no one believed him about it (damn)! Well, Marcus finally caught-sight of the Stranger, and she was for-deed a reader of their cyber-tales and stalked them for their creativity, having read Marcus' cyber-post they'd be there/then that Summer-'26 season for social/media general chat/drink (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN: It's raining, and she's out there, and she doesn't mind we know it, man!
MARCUS: What do you want me to say, Amlan man...she's a real Stranger of evil.

AMLAN: She's staring at us staring at her staring at us; and holding that knife.

MARCUS: That's no BBQ-knife, Amlan pal...it's something for bloody-Hell, wow.

AMLAN: Alright, alright, alright; she's cut the phone-line; we keep patient/wits.

MARCUS: What do we do, man?

AMLAN: We signal to her to come inside...and we crawl out the fire-scape, ha.

MARCUS: Selfie-like.

POLICEMAN: Hear wind of that snooper, cop friend?
POLICEMAN: No, well, yeah, I heard of some online things about a Stranger.

POLICEMAN: Maybe New England home-invasion is the new Devil's mischief, ha.

POLICEMAN: Apparently, it's a woman, some lady in a mask, wandering by, ok.

POLICEMAN: There's been a few scant reports of recent unsolved murders, yeah?

POLICEMAN: Yeah, yeah, I know of it as well as you...but nothing's risen for clue.

POLICEMAN: Let's imagine we get a 9-1-1 call (soon!) for tombstone-call, ha.

POLICEMAN: Maybe not funny...maybe the Stranger wants Ego-distance (ok).

POLICEMAN: We see what Summer-'26 has for American quarters (Facebook-like).

TO BE CONTINUED...

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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