Poltergeist: Darkening Ethos

How does fortune blend with superstition or poltergeist-consciousness for an inheritance-winner thinking of dangerous end zones?

A fortune superstitions story about poltergeist languages. 

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Mr. Amlan Satan prepped his notes for his visit to the Jersey-estate where he'd procure the photo-info for his inheritance, after receiving the deed-mail in his hostel-station (Inn-Expression), his hotel; and he now wondered about those strange rumors of sightings of individuals wandering around inside the mansion after midnight, but he remained excited about the acquired fortune while inside that hotel, enjoying lounge-television (Antiques-TV) in a space like any other.

CONSULTANT: They say these wandering souls are vagrants, witches, or specter.

SATAN (Amlan): Look, I don't care really if their poltergeists; I want the mansion!

CONSULTANT: Me thinks your sport-cheerleader lady-friend appreciates you brave.

SATAN: You said it; I've been working hard, as has she; this is a welcomed luxury!

CONSULTANT: Well, take the poltergeist-funnies seriously, sir; for your Selfie-age.

SATAN: Yeah, yes; there's fortune-superstition in the yarn of capitalism today!

CONSULTANT: Best of fortune to you (Facebook-like).

TANDY: I think this sample ring piece sent to mail signs a great future for us.

SATAN: I ain't scared of no ghosts, friend.

TANDY: We'll get married...inside the inheritance, love.
SATAN: We might enjoy more football in those VIP-boxes (now!).

TANDY: You inspect and 'exorcise' the house first, to be sure/safe/sane.

SATAN: Sure (Selfie-like).

Amlan was prepared to be the prince-Valiant Tandy hoped and darted to the inheritance (mansion) and eagerly anticipated a post-settlement retirement view with Tandy in that Western banks reading of estate-languages, and he honestly didn't think much of those views of wandering souls...or poltergeists (Facebook-like).

TOWN HALL (Jersey): Do you wish for some aide-securities patrols early?

SATAN: That's wise, but I doubt I give in to Sleepy Hollow funnies, friend.
TOWN HALL (Jersey): Be wary of excess vanity, sir; this town respects gossip.

SATAN: I can temper paranoia with prestige-smiles coming with inheritance.

TOWN HALL (Jersey): Fair...for fare.

Despite his good/sane American pride, Mr. Amlan Satan was nearly shocked to death inside that Homeland (Jersey) inheritance-house once-inside, for the first-night, alone. He did see wandering souls, but they were not vagrants or stranger circus-performers idling around an inhabited wonder-house (as gossiped)...but poltergeists from the dark side of the universe (as also gossiped). These were messengers, but they were devilish, and eerie, and isolationist...and they stared at the new 'lucky-winner' owner of the mansion/area...they made him wonder if his Catholic-faith was the examination 'subject' of Earth. Was this his fate...to succumb to town-gossip for bad fantasy?

TANDY: Holy Water, love?
SATAN: If I return, and if we keep and not sell...we need Catholic vanities.

TANDY: Poltergeists.

SATAN: I don't know if they're ghosts-haunting or the Devil's legion; but not human.

TANDY: Martians.

SATAN: Poltergeists...shrieking uncertainty, Tandy (ok?).

"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)