Magnet-Man: Mt. Holly Element

A Story by Abishai100

An unusual Homeland 'superstition-myth' (loosely) drawing on a consciousness-concept of (inventive) pseudo-religious 'incomplete-distances' to an egoist (American) doorbell.

An offbeat residentialism vignette, set in NJ/USA. Happy Holidays!

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Amlan Satan called himself Magnet-Man. He had a super power really. Mr. Satan, a resident of the Homeland-Jersey area of Mt. Holly of 'incomplete-distances' to residence-based securities for social-media comments/storyboards about antiterrorism and criminal-insanity studies in a quaint suburbia, had this magical ability to (occasionally or randomly) move metal objects with extra-human abilities of magnetic-field manipulation. He'd stand on the sidewalk post-midnight/noon and (gently) unscrew metal-hubcaps of passerby-autos (cars!) driving past his residential are (Homeland). He then would adapt these magnetism-deeds into superstition-tales about Mt. Holly being haunted by the premonition of element-manipulation paranoia. His 'victims' would get to their final-destinations, in their autos (cars!) and take note of their metal-hubcaps come gently unscrewed and sometimes make comments on social media (e.g., Facebook).

INTERVIEW: As a superstition (cyber) writer, you claim no-knowledge of Magnet-Man?

SATAN (Amlan): I assure you, I'm not the Magnet-Man, but I find his deed fascinating!

INTERVIEW: This 'Magnet-Man' has posted his 'claim' about car-hubcap screwing (no?).

SATAN: We residents of Mt. Holly know of it; and I've adapted this 'image' into tales.

INTERVIEW: So, you're merely a super fan of this Magnet-Man stranger character.

SATAN: Surely; in deed, my greatest superstition-passion is Mt. Holly land-imaging.

INTERVIEW: Do you believe Magnet-Man is the Devil?
SATAN: Well, I've read his 'victim-testimonies' of car-hubcap screw missing paranoia.

INTERVIEW: A feather for Mt. Holly lifestyle/activity, no?

SATAN: I'm not Magnet-Man; just a Mt. Holly 'man' interested in photo-synthesis (ok).

Well, one day our protagonist prince-writer, Mr. Amlan Satan, decided to rent a cool mod-vintage white-auto and drive around Mt. Holly instead of waiting on the sidewalks of the suburbia with his usual (abnormal) post-midnight/noon magnetism-powers 'deed' of manipulating screws of passing-auto (cars!) metal hubcaps, seeing if his own performance would yield any 'tremor' of misfortune from his Earth-invisible power-magic and render his own hubcaps as coming screw missing. This was a bad idea for photo-graphics, but how'd Satan predict such an omen (for Mt. Holly)?

WAITRESS: What do you mean you 'think' you need a tow?

SATAN: My hubcaps...they're going to come off, I know it, lady!

WAITRESS: You're being paranoid, sir; are you inferencing that Mt. Holly devil?

SATAN: Oh, I'm not that Magnet-Man; I'm the writer (interviewed); I need a tow!

WAITRESS: You wander into my diner, make me think you're being romantic; at this?

SATAN: Look, I like you; I can't explain; I need help; my wheel-hubcap will come off.

WAITRESS: I think you've been haunted by the Devil, Mr. Satan (I'm so sorry).

SATAN: Call the tow-truck service(s), please (kind-lady); I'll post on Facebook (like).

WAITRESS: Alright, alright; gimme like 15 minutes, and let me talk with my boss, ok?

SATAN: Geez, thanx (for bureaucracy).

Amlan Satan, in a fit of pure frenzy, having come mentally/emotionally undone, inside the Mt. Holly diner where he'd originally intended to 'court' the lovely Homeland-Jersey girl (Esmerelda), had to confide in her and reveal his 'pure-paranoia' of his auto-hubcap come-undone, requiring absolute/immediate tow-truck miracle for escape from some 'haunting' curse of the Magnet-Man visage (seemingly!). He calmed himself down, got home, and bought a 'cool' sportsmanship-trophy item for Super Bowl superstition-writing, a Cali-QB treasure-card of 'incomplete-distances' to commerce/media-life vanities for American Homeland culture/happiness, trying to (forever) put behind him his 'prank' with magnetism-powers for American street-lore invention(s). Wow, what would Esmerelda think?

ESMERELDA (Waitress): You came back to me, writer.
SATAN ('Magnet-Man'): Thanx for your generosity for that 'case' prior, darling.
ESMERELDA: You were a very 'courtly' customer (originally), writer.
SATAN: Maybe I am (in deed) that Magnet-Man of Mt. Holly lore, Esmerelda.
ESMERELDA: Really?
SATAN: Well...I (really) was seeking courtship at your diner when I entered (really).
ESMERELDA: I know that!
SATAN: I freaked out, darling.
ESMERELDA: I know that too.
SATAN: Well, I'm to make amends.
ESMERELDA: What's this?
SATAN: You're going to be my 'heroine' in my new Magnet-Man story about the Devil.
ESMERELDA: What's this?
SATAN: "A waitress moves the Devil to show himself as the (actual) Magnet-Man."
ESMERELDA: She meets a prince (writer?) with holly-romance IQ, for evangelism.
SATAN: You said it, Esmerelda; a concept for transference of powers...into diet.
ESMERELDA: Escape from darkness (for class).
SATAN: Do this for me...and become my special 'angel' of Mt.-Holly defense (please).