Hotel for Lye

A Story by Abishai100

Street-artist American man claims a ghostly-experience mirroring the haunting-claim of a baseball-player who stayed at the very-same hotel he stays in during cross-country trek, casting word of know.

A New Year's sports-domain ghost-story for campfires to prep you for another season and year of things games and jitters. Happy Holidays,

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

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Well, I was traveling across the country for a special masked/costumed street-theater routine in the American Homeland and stopped at a Wisconsin (Pfister) hotel where there'd been a reported ghost-sighting tale by a player from my old hometown of the City of Brotherly Love that reminded me of my fascination with the magic and Selfie-ornamentation of things non-normal on Earth. Follow along, friends (Selfie-like).

According to reports of the visitors to this hotel, including a number of American baseball players, the haunting of this hotel in the American Homeland by one or more specters wandering around Earth, there'd been strange goings-on and claims of undoubtable presence-feelings of spirits from the afterlife. One such report included that stated by the player from my hometown, a baseball-person of Philly-spirits. According to this guy, after going to sleep (normally) with all his clothes (shirt, tie, etc.) laid out in his Pfister-room, he didn't feel anything abnormal happening, but when he awoke he saw his clothes displaced and the table in his room moved to the other side of the darn room! He checked the latch on the door...and it was still closed (overnight!).

CONCIERGE: You decided to stay in the very-same room where the baseball-player claimed haunting?

ME: I'm a street-artist with a cross-country trek, and this Pfister shall give me a new-year spirits.

CONCIERGE: Whatever you say, sir (Selfie-like).

ME: Hey...what's the worst that could happen (Facebook-like)?

Would you believe I had a carbon-copy experience at this hotel during my artist-trek across the American Homeland? You see, friends...I had a treasure-card memento of the Philly-sports player I had mentioned who claimed reports of a haunting at the hotel I was at, and I kept the darn card on the table in my room. When I woke, the card was on my night-stand...next to my bed/head! I checked the latch on the door...and it was still locked (overnight!). When I told the concierge of this carbon-copy report, he told me, "Maybe you're just an 'avid-fan' for things Earthling, good-art friend (ha)."