A Rural Night Scream

The thing I do not want to talk about is standing outside the door. Should I allow the friendly stranger to come into my dark entertainment center area? I could feed then clothe the character whose air waves travel in a flash like instant and a second reason to allow the technology invasion could be hearing an interesting story spun on this darkened night that once again was filled with nothing more than the daily cricket orchestra playing outside my cottage door.

I put down my book before walking towards the sliding barricade that protects me. Peering out I see an invisible figure that has everything all together due to a perceived challenging work ethic, but the cricket reality continued a well-choreographed cabaret act leaving a soothing sound that relaxes my exhausted thoughts.

Carefully I move the window across the plastic rutters on the ground and there were electric fields pulsating to enter with magical wand in hand that could turn my den into a party for one.

"Don't you need to go up to the roof and come down like Santa Claus?" I asked as the impulses graciously found their spot.

"No," the modern discovery answered, "the telephone wires work better these days."

"I am surprised you know where all my streets are located," I told the cable hook up, "this is an unknown community off the beaten path."

"Progress my compadre, progress."

A few seconds later I took my place on the sofa then picked up the remote. Pushed a few buttons and the glowing light emerged and there was another person now in the room that was all mine. Truth be told the moving image on the screen was human, talking my language, saying things geared to the culture where I resided, and more importantly seemed to be informing the public about something important during the witching hour.

Then by accident I must confess my finger interacted with the device and the channel for only movies appeared luring me into a ninety-minute experience. Missing the opening I did not know the film's title but that had no impact on me to show interest in the young kids having mischievous fun. Time past and those on the screen started disappearing and I got tired as my eyes started to fight the urge to shut. Everything seemed to have an eerie silence when a scream suddenly shattered the audio and woke the dead. There I jumped from my comfortable state watching the actors run for their lives from a machete chainsaw antagonist with an ax to grind.

Deeply concentrated and immersed in the whole atmosphere my fascination tempted me with nice energetic stimulation that felt good in my soul despite being pleasured watching the youthful death toll climb.

As the naïve students trying to mature and grow up found their bodies turn into mannequin dummies sprayed with ketchup by a crew member getting told the check was in the mail, I noticed only one was left standing. As the main lead who was known to television audiences due to a prime-time soap opera filled with jealous treachery belted it out showing protagonist power resulting in the end to be a lone survivor struggling wanting safety and wishing the credits would just roll.

It was now time to push another button shutting the viewing machine off. Hearing one cuckoo announced by the clock I felt the hour getting late. One final check I decided to head towards the same entrance where the friendly stranger found its way. As evening early morning mist handled its role, no one was there except the crickets performing to the star filled sky audience, "must be another encore," I thought to myself heading to the bedroom dreaming up an optical illusion. Soon the next feature unspooled in my head and just like at the drive in this one was shorter than the first. That worked towards my advantage, since when the sun rose with its daylight new hope, I had to be out in the field tending to the land that gave me my professional pride along with a paycheck unlike the one-time wonders who the friendly stranger brought to the party where I was the only spectator that they played to for fun.