Hotel: Like Shadows

A hotel-excursion for ghost-writing yields a deep-worry encounter with a 'phantom-lady' requiring a transit-language for all that's...dangerous.

A hotel-station paranoia faerie tale inspired by that iconic tale/image of wrought survival-for-sanity, The Shining (Stephen King), which I hope you'll like, 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: "Taking heirloom to New England hotel for a ghost-tale writing game."

Satan headed to his New England getaway that fine winter in the American Homeland and found his newfound writer's superstition-inspiration for a haven-writing and language-arts reading for ghost-stories and the haunting of the consciousness in this new millennium of Earth of consumerism/traffic linked everyday-life 'magic' for mysteries and/or happiness and honestly thought he'd find a simple 'hologram' for Selfie-delight comment, not concerned with any dark or evil.

CONCIERGE: I assure you sir there's no such ghost/phantom wandering around the hall(s)!

AMLAN: I assure you, sir, that I know what I saw, some aura of presence for hospitality.

CONCIERGE: You claim you're writing a ghost-story and an aura confronted your view?

AMLAN: I know what happened to me, and these phantoms seek to unfurl my creativity!

CONCIERGE: Perchance you need a simple walk-through to clear your eyes in morning.

AMLAN: This happened to me at least 4 times, and I know I'm controlling my sense(s).

CONCIERGE: I'm not a fool sir, and I recommend you seek assistance (medical perhaps!).

AMLAN: I'm a fool, because I'd not guessed these phantoms are your special/secret allies.

CONCIERGE: Whatever sir, Facebook like (good luck).

Well, turns out this 'phantom' Mr. Satan was seeing was not multiple specters but just one, a haunting ghost of a special-lady from a bygone era who'd been bloody-murdered, and she chose to haunt this very-special hotel which found Amlan seeking a cool ghost-story write for modern traffic/superstition culture in the American Homeland (Facebook like).

GHOST: Can you hear me, Satan?

SATAN: Who are you...I can't quite make-out your shape, phantom?

GHOST: I'm a single-woman, and I've been spotting you as varied elements (wow).

SATAN: What do you want with me, for my writing; is it love or hate, phantom?

GHOST: Both, Satan...but this is an examination of your world-IQ for sense-sciences, ok?

SATAN: If I pass the examination in this jaded hotel, phantom (lady)?

GHOST: I'll marry you...

SATAN: Facebook like (damn).

CONCIERGE: He vanished (all).

INTERVIEW: Do you doubt he found that lady-phantom he made claim for Romanticism?

CONCIERGE: He's a Pulitzer-level writer, but he's gone (now!).

INTERVIEW: Maybe he crossed into a phantom-zone, or the lady shocked him to death.

CONCIERGE: We're not caring for your 'theosophy' fanzine (New England); we're unsure.

INTERVIEW: Quite the social media culture 'art' tale...for a 'flare' in leviathan, no?

CONCIERGE: Yeah, right...he will be missed, and it's a portrait of a lady (for diet).

INTERVIEW: Cool (thanx).

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

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