Concierge: Ghost Reason

A man travels from West to East in the Homeland and may have reached some dark-side image for hotel-concierge 'contact' wall.

An offbeat roadways/hotel ghost-tale. 

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Mr. Amlan Satan sped-off in his white rented auto and to the East from the West (American Homeland), and he enjoyed the music tapes he brought with him for this X-C journey for retreat from work late-Summer, prepared to settle into a cozy Homeland-Jersey hostel/hotel room for fun social media posting for mindless IQ.

CONCIERGE: Welcome to the hotel, Satan...I'll prepare your room-key.

SATAN: Great, give me chance to use your 1st-level restroom and your house-phone.

CONCIERGE: Calling a family/loved-one, eh?

SATAN: Maybe (Selfie-like); thanx, sweet-lady (Selfie-like).

SATAN: Where's that sweet-lady who said my room key was being procured for me?
CONCIERGE: Excuse me, good-fellow?
SATAN: A woman with nice hair and smile; name's Patsy.

CONCIERGE: Patsy, sir?

SATAN: Yeah, I told her I'd use the restroom/phone while she prepped my keys!

CONCIERGE: Good-sir, we had a concierge-employee (Patsy); she committed suicide.

SATAN: What?

CONCIERGE: You're sure you spoke with a concierge named Patsy while I was away?

SATAN: Where the Hell were you, man?

CONCIERGE: I had to check something on the 12th-floor, sir (sorry!).

SATAN: I spoke to a concierge named Patsy who was assisting me undoubtedly.

CONCIERGE: Jesus Christ, sir; there's certainly confusion; Patsy's dead 1-year now.

SATAN: Good lord...I had an encounter with darkness (not Selfie-like).

Amlan decided to stay in that Homeland-Jersey hotel/hostel stop regardless of his bizarre discovery. Did he encounter the ghost of a concierge-woman who committed suicide? He wondered if he'd be more secure in his consciousness were he to simply look for another hotel/hostel/room for his retreat to the East from the West (wow). Was this something fiction-worthy or simply evil hallucination/vertigo for the Ego?

GIRLFRIEND: I can't believe you.
SATAN: I brought you to this convenience-store to unwind/forget, Delilah!

GIRLFRIEND: Maybe that concierge ('Patsy') wanted to contact a gentleman, ha.

SATAN: Maybe she knew I'd not think much but that there'd be some shock/worry!

GIRLFRIEND: Patsy found a patsy (ha)...you look/seem self-concerned, pal.

SATAN: I ain't going back to that hotel (ever!).

GIRLFRIEND: Ghosts like anything of charm (leviathan-like).

"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)