Ghost Housing Quiet

A man on a road-journey for writings of buildings/infrastructure pillows has to explain a ghost-stalking for a mod-Earth time of things of everyman-jaggedness.

Injecting this 'extra credit' jitters fiction (ghost-tale) in-between my Green Hornet fanfic/trilogy, for your last January-'26 Saturday. Thanks for reading (stay safe/warm), 

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"I started my great cross-country American housing/buildings/infrastructure writing for 21st-Century traffic-securities consciousness and Earthling Western world comfort-feelings in a new time of terrorism jitters of the heart. I didn't anticipate a specter would be following me around, through hallways of two special buildings in the East Coast (USA)...damn."

CONCIERGE: We've no reports (lately) of a ghost-wandering inside the hotel, sir.

ME: I'm no fool, and I know what I saw, and it was a specter upside-down, eerie!

CONCIERGE: You're sure now that you (also) saw this same 'specter' before, sir?

ME: Well, yes, ha, and I know I sound emotional, but this ghost was in a house.

CONCIERGE: A house, sir?

ME: Yes, I visited a social-house building at a campus for tour, and I saw it!

CONCIERGE: The same ghost, sir, hanging upside-down (somehow)?

ME: I know I sound like some faerie-spotter or something, but I'm not insane.

CONCIERGE: Sir, we'll take your notation in-note here, but we can not help!

ME: Sure, mister (Facebook-like).

"Friends, I know what I saw, and it was the same specter from another dimension of existence or consciousness, and I saw it in two buildings during my cross-country journal-write adventure (damn). It was the same ghost, and it was giving me some personal/secret message of some incomplete-distances readings of the doubt of Earthling-life. Was it because I was writing about American buildings/infrastructure (for pillows)? I couldn't be sure, but I suddenly felt like Jack Torrance (The Shining)...Selfie-like."

"So, I didn't know what to conclude and decided to encapsulate the experience of actual specter-sighting(s) in a special time capsule write for burial in the American Homeland grounds for future-world archaeologists to make-sense of things of jitters of the heart in a 21st-Century Blue-Planet time of terrorism destabilizing everyday-life, transit, pedestrian activities, and even Western world languages of fitness/vitality (damn). Sure, I witnessed 9/11, the Boston Marathon bombings, the New Orleans terrorist-truck incident during the Super Bowl in year-'25, and as I had cheer-feelings for the Winter Olympics in year-'26 (in Italy)...I had to wonder/ask if the ghost following me around wanted me to think (deeply/ironically) of my Selfie-Earth of things...quieting."

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

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)