14th "n" Mystickal

By Ronnie C.

Come inside and explore a security guard's adventures and the story of dealing with drunken, adventurous guests from different backgrounds and cultures at a Portland hotel where every story is unique and a mystery on every other page and every chapter has its own twists, with laughs and chills and actual events documented with a years' worth of experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9781648015403

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14th n Mystickal

Ronnie C.

Copyright © 2020 Ronnie C.

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2020

ISBN 978-1-64801-539-7 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64801-540-3 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

The Beginning

The Unexpected, the Norm

Lights, Camera, Action

The Fourth Floor

To my cousin, Demetrius Harrison, thank you for allowing and assisting me to get my foot in the door in order for me to be a part of this golden opportunity. To Brian Bzo Washington for helping me find the lost pages to 14th n Mystikal. I appreciate that my guy! To all the loved ones that are not out here breathing with us, God bless your souls. To LT and my loving righteous team. My son, Kyrie Cunningham and my beautiful daughter. Troy Cunningham, thank you for being the heart of this machine and helping this book turn into reality! Last, but not least, to all the critics who doubted that this book would ever come out! Thanks for adding fuel to my fire.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

It was a misty rainy day on that late September morning around eight to be exact. As the foghorn went off, it reminded me of the movie Ghost Ship as the somewhat light fog spread out through the Portland streets and slowly disappeared. The trees were turning from their beautiful green to a slightly greenish yellow. The mist from the rain made a foul odor on the bus I was on. As we crossed the bridge and into downtown, the scene changed from trees to high-rise buildings; we had now entered into the city’s Chinatown where I exited the number 4 bus.

I was confronted by a tall man who stumbled sideways toward me with a bleeding cut on the right side of his forehead, which looked like the cut across the face of the monster from the original Frankenstein.

Hey, man, you got anything? Any smoke? Some boo-ya? the tall man expressed, looking exhausted and tired in the face.

"Nah,