Express/Exorcist: American Mint

A Story by Abishai100

Royalty-descended (secret) prince narrates his time-capsule tell of a stranger exorcism 'adventure-story' while courting immigration/terrorism politics activism at an Inn.

A ghost-story and exorcism blended fiction for your Autumn-'25 season weekend (Happy Halloween, all)

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Holiday Inn Express hotels) and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Friends, I had quite the unusual journal after I decided to disguise myself as a hotel-guest sitting in the Inn-Express lounge to enjoy football-TV on any given Sunday near my suburbia-home while taking notes, as a man descended from royalty from the East, on the pluralism traffic (race-demographics) I prepared to annotate for a special note for President Trump about hospitality securities for populations/numbers in the post-9/11 era. While at the hotel, I gifted some rare/precious baseball-cards to random guests in the TV-lounge, as an act of good-faith. I'm a Catholic and believer in things like ghosts and spirits and didn't anticipate an exorcism-adventure during this veiled/disguised prince-work for American race-demographics know-writing for immigration-related policy-reform activism for the post-9/11 era of hospitality/traffic 'jitters' cast by terrorism's know-no (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

"While at the Inn-Express, I learned of a suicide tragedy concerning a guest who was apparently reported missing by authorities. Well, I had learned on cyber-gossip forums that the man committed suicide after learning of the hotel founder's strange ties to a movie-starlet wannabe's dreams of getting to celebrity-status who suggested to him he submit an idea about hotel-atmospherics surrounding American Homeland culture-spirits of Xmas-season songs (e.g., White Christmas). The starlet-wannabe committed suicide (herself) and then haunted the man who committed suicide after reported going-missing. Well, the bizarre (unconfirmed) rumor on social media road(s) was that the suicidal-man went into a 'Selfie-imposed sabbatical' after being terrorized by the ghost of that starlet-wannabe woman who committed suicide. I decided this was all simply nonsense, until I felt the presence of the ghost of the starlet-wannabe woman on the 4th level of the Inn-Express when I (randomly) went there on one given Sunday to take some art-photos for the concierge to (possibly) purchase for a special Halloween/Xmas greeting-card computer-graphics knit(s)."

CONCIERGE: Mad.

ME: I'm not crazy, sir...there's a ghost haunting the 4th-level here...demonic!

CONCIERGE: Deal with it, sir (please).

ME: I'm not an exorcist, sir (sorry).

CONCIERGE: Then don't (please).

ME: Fine, I'll think of something (for this inn).

"The story doesn't end here, of course. I got myself a white-auto, borrowed from a friend (from college, New England). I drove it to the Inn-Express on a given Sunday, parked it in the lot, and then carried a Gideon's Bible to the 4th-level to greet/exorcise the ghost-demon of the wannabe-starlet who committed suicide. I held the holy-book in my hand and waved and said in my good-Catholic word of faith, 'Chance for you to claim an onside-scripture and free your darkened consciousness to escape from the Inn-Express, ghost of hospitality.' The demon-specter appeared, whispered, 'Seems you've found exorcist-word of strangers-law, prince (fine)' and then promised to depart (and then promptly vanished before my eyes!). I decided to relay this accidental-tourist exorcism 'hologram' language into a time-capsule tell I'm burying in my Homeland-Jersey backyard, for future-Earth archaeologists to make-sense of the dark/smoky blend of hospitality...and terrorism-created vertigo. Incidentally, that Inn-Express part of this time-capsule, served (arguably) the world's best coffee (wow). This was almost fiction...Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell)."