Date: Fri, 4 Nov 2016 08:49:05 -0400
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: The Mysterious Telford Part Two M/b Adult/Youth

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Chapter Two:  "Young Simon Patterson"

Upon leaving in the morning, I returned home and discussed the highlights
of the events that took place during my first visit to The Telford with my
Dad.  He was the only person at home when I got there and sufficed to say,
he was not all that eager to hear anything I had to say about the place.
He really held a deep hatred for my mother and knowing that I was taking on
the challenge of making her final wishes reality, really seemed to upset
him.

Plus he was probably the most skeptical person I knew, when it came to the
paranormal.  I myself had always been pretty skeptical of such things but
he took skepticism to a whole new level.  The only other person I knew who
would normally be willing to indulge me in a long ghost story was my
brother James.

Unfortunately, he was no longer willing to speak to me about anything that
had to do with the hotel or our mother.  He held just as much anger in his
heart as our Dad did with the addition of having quite a bit of disdain for
her and everything she stood for.  To put it simply, they both hated the
woman.  An there was no way I could discuss the goings-on at The Telford
with them the way I needed to.

So, when I couldn't get my Dad to listen or James to even look at me, I
decided to seek out more receptive personalities.  That led me to
Dipsticks, the bar I'd been working at for some time now.  This was one of
my many days off and when I arrived at the bar, I found that Jeff was now
serving behind the counter in my absence.

He wasn't as good a bartender as me if I do say so myself but he was quite
capable of making due.  That said, after I had a seat at the counter and
took a moment to catch up with him; I dropped the bombshell story on him.
At first, I think he thought I was losing my mind or something.  But after
a good hour or so discussing what had happened, he suggested that maybe
what I needed to do was seek the help of a paranormal research team.

You know the sort, the people you see on TV; Who come to haunted houses and
setup equipment in the hopes of catching evidence of paranormal activity.
Well, at that point I don't know which of us sounded crazier but I agreed
to the idea.  Though I had no clue how to go about seeking that sort of
help.

Thankfully, he happened to know someone; Who claimed to be a member of one
such group.  He gave me their number and I called them right there from the
bar.  I don't think they took me seriously at first but once I mentioned
that I was talking about The Telford Hotel; They jumped at the chance to
come and investigate the place.

With a tentative agreement reached to have the hotel investigated by their
team; I returned to the hotel the following evening.  When I got there,
they had already parked their van along side the building and were getting
ready to unload their equipment.  I parked my truck beside them and got out
to introduce myself.  Each member of the four person team shook my hand,
before requesting permission to enter the building.

Then while two of them setup their equipment, the other two walked the
entirety of the property with me, while I told them every detail I could
remember about my first visit.  I could tell from their reactions, that
they were shocked, excited and even a little nervous after hearing what I
had to say.  But they also seemed unexpectedly professional and I knew that
they took this sort of thing very seriously.

It was after we had completed our walk-through of the building and returned
to the van outside, that they asked me to leave for the night in order to
allow them to complete a thorough investigation over night.  They said it
should alright for me to return the following morning and that they would
be there to discuss anything they might have discovered during their
preliminary investigation.

Call me paranoid but I didn't know these people from Adam.  So I was
understandably cautious about leaving them in the place all night.
However, since I didn't think there was much anything of great value in the
hotel, that they might have wanted to steal; I felt it was safe to let them
do their thing.  An with that, I left for the night.

I returned the following morning, to find them packing up their equipment.
To my surprise, they didn't appear very talkative as they returned cameras
and other digital electronics to their van.

That's when I approached the lead investigator and asked, "So...  What did
you find?"

He stopped what he was doing, turned to me and said, "I can't say
definitely what you've got here but I can tell you, there's something."

"Something?  That's it?  Just something?"  I asked curiously and a bit
bewildered.

"Definitely something."  He replied, "Let us look over all the evidence
we've gathered and I should be able to tell you in much clearer terms, just
what we're dealing with here."

I didn't have to be a genius to know that there was a lot he wasn't telling
me.  The looks on the faces of his team, sad more than words.  They were
shaken up.  An considering how professional they had appeared the day
before, seeing them reacting in that way made me very concerned.

Afterward, they promised to return as soon as they had reviewed all of
their recordings and such.  An with that, they shook my hand and
disembarked.  As they pulled out of the driveway and drove away down the
street; I happened to notice that the man on the porch across the street
was still there.  He hadn't changed at all and was still silently sitting,
staring while not moving a muscle.

I tell you, there was something very disturbing about this man and the
longer his motionless presence continued; The more and more creepy his very
being there felt to me.  A part of me just wanted to walk over there and
ask him what the hell his problem was.  But another part of me felt that
just returning a look or glance was being disrespectful to him in some way.
I really can't explain it.  I didn't want to look at him out of respect but
he was so creepy that I just couldn't help but stare.

Something in the pit of my stomach, told me that he had a purpose for being
there and that I needn't worry about him.  But it wasn't easy to just
ignore him.  So after becoming totally creeped out by him, I decided to go
into the hotel and give it a once-over to make sure everything was where it
should be.  It took me only a few minutes to make my way through the place
and afterwards, I locked the doors and returned to my truck.

While I sat there looking out at the building through the windshield, I
thought for a moment to have seen some sort of movement in one of the
windows on the third floor.  However, I also knew that I'd just come from
there and that there was no one inside to be found.  That's when I had a
thought.  If the investigators couldn't give me answers, perhaps I was
going to have to do my own investigation.

Call me crazy if you like but I knew from my previous experience, that
there was at least one person I knew who could give me real answers.  An by
that I meant the little black boy.  All I had to do was get over my fear
and let him come to me.  So once I'd decided to give contacting him again a
chance, I packed up my camping gear and returned to the hotel for another
sleepover.

This time I knew to skip all the nonsense of exploring the second floor and
instead staked my claim to the banquet hall.  Now thinking with the mindset
of a hunter, I setup a motion activated camera; Designed for catching dear
or other large animals in the woods.  I placed it across the room from me
and remembered to turn it on only just as I was going to bed.

Then all I had to do was keep still during the night as not to set it off
by accident.  It was close to midnight, when I finally laid out my sleeping
bag and undressed for the night.  I turned on the camera and laid there on
top of the material in hopes that my naked body might entice the little
guy.

I awoke some time later to the feeling of someone playing with my hairy
balls and I glanced down without moving my head to see the same little
black boy from before.  He was laying beside me and casually running his
cold little hands around the base of my dick with his eyes trained on my
face.

This time I didn't panic and instead placed my hand on his back to let him
know I approved of what he was doing.  That was just enough motion to set
off the camera, which flashed from across the room.  Amazingly, it didn't
scare him away.  Though it did seem to catch him by surprise.

"Shh...  It's alright."  I whispered and that brought a little grin to his
face as he snuggled up to me.

It seemed to me as though he was doing so in order to get warm but that he
was also helping himself to a feel of my naked body.  I wasn't sure exactly
how to begin a conversation with a ghost, so I just laid there caressing
him as he laid his head upon my hairy chest and allowed him to continue to
explore the length of my dick.

Then he said very softly, "I knew you'd come back."

To which I replied, "I pretty much had too."

That's when he lifted his head and looked into my eyes to say, "Why do you
suppose that is, Sir?"

"I think you know."  I said and slowly moved my hand down to his firm
little ass.

I gave it a good hard squeeze and it felt just as real as could be.  He had
a solid, firm, bubble butt and it was hairless smooth.  Touching it was
like touching velvet and it seemed to make him feel good too.

"You're not like the others."  He said softly.

"Others?"  I asked.

"The inn keepers what who before you."  He said in a rather proper, yet
deeply southern accent, "You aren't like any of them that I've seen."

"What makes me different?"  I asked.

"You sleep naked."  He said.

I smiled and said, "I always sleep naked.  I love it.  Being naked feels
good.  Don't you like how it feels?"

He nodded and then smiled an said, "I like how you feel."

This was a clear attempt at flirting and from that point on, I tried to use
his sexual curiosity to steer the conversation to something constructive
but it wasn't as easy as you might think.  He had one thing on his mind and
it wasn't even close to what I had on mine.

Nevertheless, during our little chat I was able to learn that this sweet
little guy was the hotel's bellboy and that he'd worked at The Telford
since the very first day that it had opened.  He and his mother had been
hired together as staff for the hotel.  It sounded just as common as you
might have guessed, right up until he got to the part about him dying.

He explained that he'd fallen down the stairs to his death one afternoon in
May, while trying to carry a gentleman's luggage to the second floor.  An
that although everyone thought it was an accident, he knew that not to be
true.  He told me that the same gentleman had pushed him down the stairs,
after having called him names and degrading him during his stay.

To think that his soft spoken and well mannered little boy had been
murdered by a hotel guest shocked me.  But it also angered me, that he'd
been killed only because of the color of his skin.  You see, the gentlemen
he spoke of was white and back in those days it was common for white folks
to treat blacks like slaves.  Sure, we were talking about the 1900's and
slavery had long been abolished but the hatred white people had for blacks
in this part of the south was still prevalent.

For a black person to called a nigger or negro was common practice,
especially in places of high society.  An it was also common at the time
for children to work for little to no wages in those days, because this was
before child labor laws.  It only made me sadder, when he said that his
mother had refused to set foot inside the hotel again after his death.  She
just couldn't bare working in a place where her son had lost his life.

I then used this opportunity to learn his name, so that later I could
attempt to locate any records of him having lived and worked in the hotel.

"I have a son about your age."  I said to him, "His name's Jacob.  What's
yours?"

"Simon Patterson, Sir."  He replied.

"Well Simon, I'm Mark.  It's a pleasure to meet you young man."  I said
with a friendly grin, "I'm glad to have you on the staff here."

"Thank you, Sir."  He said and his little face brightened with a big proud
smile.

That's when he really opened up to me and I was able to learn the sort of
details about what life was really like back in those days.  You know, not
the stuff you read in history books but the lurid dark history, that no one
cares to mention.

He revealed to me, that not only had he been a bellboy but that he'd also
been a participant in the sex trade of the time.  That's where he made the
bulk of his money, you see.  A lesser known part of his job had been to
service men sexually.  Exclusively white men.  The ones with all the money
and who were traveling alone without their wives or family.

These men would use him in anyway they desired and in return they'd pay him
as much as two dollars for his services.  Which might not sound like a lot
but it was as actually just much as the hotel room cost back in those days.
Thinking about that had me wishing we still lived back in those days.  Not
only could you have paid for sex with a little boy but it wouldn't have
cost you much.  Boy how thing's have changed since then, am I right?

Anyway, after we'd talked for awhile and become intimately acquainted with
one another's bodies; He and I cuddled up together like a couple of old
pals in my sleeping bag.  An believe it or not, by this point he'd actually
seemed to be warming up.  His body temperature that is.  It was as if me
being there conversing and consoling him had breathed new life into him
somehow.  He was so happy and content laying there with me, that he crawled
himself right up onto my body and was rubbing himself on my hairy chest.

I put my arms around him and began to grind my dick against his soft supple
body.  I kissed his neck as I slowly used my hands to draw him up higher on
my body, until his muscular little chest was right at my lips.  That's when
I began to lick and nibble on his pointy little nipples and he gasped with
pleasure.  He tasted just as fleshly as you and me on my tongue.  His skin
was soft and smooth with just a bit of moisture.

Then I guided him up higher, until his dick was in my face.  He straddled
me on his knees and his long black dick crossed my lips.  His soft 6 inches
soon grew to over 7.5 inches hard and I couldn't believe that his little
boy had a bigger dick than me.

Mind you, I wasn't put off by that fact one bit and honestly enjoyed having
such a young stud with a big dick to play with for the night.  I had him
moaning and shivering as I took him in my mouth and sucked his hot little
shaft for him.  Besides, it might have been longer than mine but it was
nowhere near as big around.  Plus it was easy and fun to suck.  An suck is
what I did.

I gave him one hell of a blowjob and before long, I had could feel his
little balls drawing up close.  However, given his age I didn't really
expect him to cum.  So you can imagine how excited I was when he did.  His
load of young sperm shot into my mouth and down my throat with a cooling
and soothing sensation; That I can only compare to having swallowed a
spearmint or peppermint patty.  It left a cooling feeling all the way down
my throat and into the pit of my stomach, where it settled for the night.

Then after having sucked him off, he cuddled up with me again and helped me
to jerk-off.  His talented little hands worked my dick and balls so good,
that it didn't take me but a few minutes to orgasm.  An my heavy load of
thick cream erupted, soaking my hairy stomach with it's sticky hot
goodness.  Seeing it he licked up every drop, before finishing it all off
with a kiss.

Afterwards, the two of us settled down inside the sleeping bag and slept
until morning.  It wasn't until the sun came up the next day, that I awoke
to find that he was no longer laying there with me.  He had vanished with
the night and despite having sucked him off, he'd left no long lasting
taste in my mouth.

That coupled with the fact, that when I unzipped the sleeping bag and found
that I was covered with my own spunk; For which I remembered him licking
up.  There was no way for me to prove that he'd ever actually been there.
Perhaps his appearance and the conversation we'd had, had all been nothing
more than some incredibly lucid dream.  That's what I was beginning to tell
myself as I wiped my body clean with a moist towelette from my backpack.

However, just then I remembered the camera and rushed over to check it.
Unfortunately, when I reviewed the pictures it had taken, the only thing I
found were shots of me laying there on the floor masturbating all alone.  I
hadn't captured even a single picture of my little bellboy and that really
bumbed me out.

Surely this little boy hadn't been real but rather simply a figment of my
imagination, right?  Well, a part of me really wished that had been the
case but as it would turn out; I was eventually able to confirm the name
he'd given me.  It took some research but I was able to confirm not only
his name but the name of the gentleman who had murdered him.

Mind you, confirming the gentleman's name was far easier to do than I could
have hoped.  All it took was for me to check the hotel log in the lobby to
locate his name on the list.  However, that's about as far as I could go in
researching him.  That's because what I didn't know at the time, was that
this sleepy little town had no courthouse or means of historical record
keeping to speak of.

I didn't even have any luck searching online.  It was almost as though
something or someone had wiped the records clean from history and without a
source for historical records, I thought there would be no way for me to
find out more.  It wouldn't be until my son Jacob came to visit me at the
hotel, that we'd discover a treasure-trove of knowledge hidden right before
our very eyes.

Jacob arrived with his uncle James at around 5 o'clock that same day.  My
brother had picked him up from school and was dropping him off before
heading to work.  I really hoped that James would hang around for a bit, so
that I could show him around the place but as you might imagine, he was
having none of that.  He pulled up to the front of the building and Jacob
hopped out of the car; An before I even had a chance to greet him, James
drove off in a hurry.

I understood that he wanted nothing to do with the hotel or anything
involving our mother but it still bothered me, that he was now allowing
this to drive a wedge between us.  He and I had been so very close over the
years, that it really pained me to see him so angry and distant.  I didn't
know if there was anything I could do to change the way he felt, so I left
it up to time to heal his wounds.

Meanwhile, I now had my son on the property and I was excited about that.
I was just stepping out the front door when he came running up to me.  He
was dressed in a long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans.  He looked so
cute and adorable as he made his way up to the building and I could see the
look of awe in his eyes as he admired the incredible size of the hotel.

"This is the place, huh Daddy?"  He asked, "It's bigger than I thought it
would be."

"Yeah, it's a pretty huge place.  Twenty bedrooms, plus four bathrooms, a
bar with a small kitchen and the lobby."  I replied and gave him a big hug,
"Come on in and I'll show you around."

An with that, the two of us walked inside to begin a tour.  I showed him
all the places I had already explored in my previous visit with the
exception of the Second Floor Addition.  I still didn't want to go into
that part of the hotel and I'm sure he picked up on that.

We were standing just outside the door to that part of the building when he
asked, "I thought you said there was twenty rooms?  I only counted ten.
What am I missing?"

That's when I sighed and said, "There's another wing behind this door here
but...  I don't have a good feeling about it.  There's something not right
in there."

"What you mean?  It scares you, Daddy?"  He asked and I had to nod my head.

Seeing his father afraid of a hallway must have surprised him, because he
tried to assure me that there was nothing to be afraid of.  He said it was
silly to be scared of something like that and asked if he could go have a
look for himself.  Though I was hesitant, I agreed and opened the door for
him.  He stepped into the doorway and peered down the hallway at all the
open doors that it serviced.

"It's so old."  He said before slowly making his way through the door.

"Be careful."  I said and he took his time walking down the hallway, all
the way to the end.

However, once he'd reached the end he turned around to face me and I felt a
very cold chill.  It traveled all the way down my spine and I just knew
something wasn't right.

"Alright, Jacob.  Come on out of there."  I said but no sooner than I'd
completed my sentence, the door to the hallway slammed shut.

It nearly hit me as it swung closed and slammed so hard, that the sound
echoed.

"JACOB!"  I yelled in a panic as I began pulling on both door knobs with
all my might but it just wouldn't open.

"Daddy!"  I heard him yell out to me from behind the closed door.

Then he began to pound on it as he tried to get back through to where I
was.  That's when it occurred to me, that it had probably become locked and
the locks were on his side of the door.

"Unlock it, Jacob!"  I yelled and I heard him trying to fidget with the
knobs.

"I'm trying!  It won't unlock!"  He yelled.

That's when for some reason, I still don't know exactly why but I took a
step back and said in the deepest most angry voice I could manage, "Let him
out!  Now!"

An without any help from myself or Jacob, the door swung open and my son
came running out and into my arms.  I hugged him tight and felt that he was
shivering with fear.

"It's alright, baby.  It's alright, you're safe now."  I said, "Now you see
why I don't like that hallway?"

He nodded his head and replied, "You was right.  I ain't ever going back in
there."

It took us a few minutes to calm ourselves back down and once we did, I
closed the door to the hallway.  Not only did I close it but I moved a
couple of boxes over and used them to block it.  I didn't want anyone going
in there after that.

As you might expect, after that experience Jacob wanted to go outside and I
couldn't blame him.  So the two of us walked out to the yard and we had a
long talk about what I had experienced thus far in the hotel.  My son was a
very good listener and he hung on every word as I told him about all the
strange goings-on around the place.

I told him about the little black boy but not that we'd had sex.  I mean,
for all I still knew that had all been nothing more than a dream.
Regardless of that neglected tidbit, he suggested that we look around the
property for graves.  It hadn't occurred to me before then, that perhaps if
the boy had died in the hotel, that maybe he was also buried there.

The two of us must have walked around the 1.7 acre grounds for more than an
hour, before we decided to venture passed the treeline in the backyard.
There wasn't much land left to explore there however; Since the property
backed up against the watershed of the Suwannee River.  There was only
about ten feet or so of land that we could actually walk on, before the
terrain became too rocky and dangerous for passage.

Remarkably, it was at the very edge of that rocky transition that we
discovered a single grave marker; Tucked away just beneath some grass and
gravel.  I knelt down to clear it with my hands and found that it was in
fact the poorly marked grave of young Simon Patterson, born 1895 and
deceased 1907; Which made my little bellboy 12 years old at the time of his
death.  I was honestly surprised that I'd miss-guessed his age upon first
seeing him but I was glad that now I knew his true age.

"Well, I'll be dammed.  He really did exist."  I said in mournful shock and
dismay.

My heart ached for the boy as I wondered, what if I hadn't inherited this
place and come searching with my son for his gravestone; Would anyone else
have ever known that he even lived and died here?  Thinking back to what
Simon had told me the night before, and now knowing that his body lie
buried beneath the grounds; I knew in my heart that I had to let the world
know the truth of what had happened to him.

I told my son that we would have a plaque made up and have it mounted to
the wall of the hotel for all to see, so that this young boy's life would
never be forgotten.  Jacob thought that was a great idea and he even helped
me to pick out a place for it.  We decided to have the plaque placed on the
wall of the stairwell.  That way anyone who used the stairs would surely
see it and would be reminded of the young boy's sacrifice.

Jacob thought it best to include not only the boy's name on the plaque but
also the story behind what had truly happened to him.  That way the
erroneous accidental death tale would be corrected with the true tale of
the boy's murder by a hotel guest.  We grabbed a piece of paper from the
front desk and went to sketching it all out.

It was as Jacob and I were finishing coming up with the design for the
plaque, that a van drove up outside.  I recognized it as belonging to the
paranormal investigation team.  Once they parked, two investigators stepped
out, a man and woman.  I could see that they had brought with them a folder
and a digital tablet.  An judging from the looks on their faces, they had
something very pressing to discuss with me.

I introduced them to my son and then the four of us stepped inside.  We
each had a seat in the lobby; Where one of the investigators presented me
with the folder.  They opened it and inside, they revealed a collection of
historical documents going back decades.  Some of the information I myself
had found online but much of it was all new too me.

"Before we reveal to you what we were able to document on our visit, I'd
first like to tell you what we've long known about this place."  The male
investigator said, "As you stated when we were here last, you didn't seem
to know the full history of the hotel.  Those of us in our profession have
long been well aware of the activity here on River Street.  The history of
this street goes back long before The Telford Hotel was built.  An over
recent years, various teams have been invited to visit several locations in
the area."

"Although none of them has ever been granted permission to investigate The
Telford itself, until you came along and invited us in.  I can't tell you
what an honor that is to us.  That said, the hotel is indeed haunted and I
don't say that lightly.  It is our belief that this hotel is the most
haunted of any other haunted location along this street."  He continued,
"That I think you will agree is no secret, given your experience here.
What really interests us though, is why.  Why is this hotel so haunted?"

That's when the female investigator spoke up and said, "The Telford has a
rather deep and poorly documented past.  I'm sure you know it was
originally built in 1902 but it was not always a hotel nor has it always
looked the way it does now.  Originally, the hotel was built with only ten
hotel rooms on the second floor.  This changed however, when a fire swept
through the town between 1910 and 1912.  The exact date and year is unclear
but nevertheless, most of the 15 original hotels burned to the ground."

"It's believed that The Telford was spared, possibly due it's brick,
limestone and quartz construction or perhaps the fire didn't quite make it
as far as River Street.  No one is certain for sure.  However, The Telford
was also the only building with a functioning water plant and because of
this, it also served as a source of water for which to fight that very
fire.  It also served as a safe refuge for the countless number of wounded
and burned victims of the fire; An firefighters who were attempting to save
the town."  She continued.

Hearing this, I felt a chill travel down my spine and looked out the window
at the old metal cannon shaped piece of equipment, that sat just outside on
the patio.  I had totally ignored it on my previous visits to the hotel but
now wondered what it was.  It took the two investigators revealing this
information for me to understand, that it was a piece of firefighting
equipment used back in the old days to fight the fire that had swept
through the town.

Then came an even more chilling revelation about the hotel.  One that not
only gave me the shivers but Jacob as well.

"After the loss of the other hotels in the fire, The Telford was renovated
and a two-story addition was added to handle the increased business.  This
addition would later be used to house elderly patients in their final days;
When the hotel became a home for the age-ed and terminally ill."  She
explained, before bringing a rather unnoticed design flaw to our attention,
"You might have noticed the lack of accessibility for the disabled.  No
ramps or elevators."

An she was right.  There was a sign outside denoting a handicap parking
space but there was actually no physical way to get a person in a
wheelchair from the first to second floors, much less the third floor.  So
if the Second Floor Addition had been used for what she had suggested, that
meant that those elderly and sick individuals never came down those stairs
unless they could walk.

That's when she said, "According to all the records that we could find,
none of those patients ever left the property.  Sadly, they each appear to
have died a slow and quiet death in their rooms on the second floor."

This made disturbing but perfect sense to me and Jacob, given what we'd
experienced in that part of the building.  The feeling of the walls closing
in on us and the door slamming shut.  That's probably exactly what those
people felt was happening to them up there.  They had been neglected by
their families and left to die.  Knowing that was enough to make me sick to
my stomach.  I felt so sorry for them and wished that there was something I
could do to ease their pain.

Then the man said, "Then in the 90's, the hotel was purchased by a radio
station and converted into their headquarters.  However, the CEO who ran
the company and who also worked here in the building, reportedly went mad
as his station lost listeners and eventually went bankrupt.  After that,
the it auctioned off for taxes and left in receivership, until being
purchased one last time by a couple from out of state."

That couple of course, was my mother and her husband.  An that completed
their brief but very informative history lesson about the property.  They
next processed to tell us about a theory they had about how paranormal
energy could become locked or stored inside a property such as The Telford.
They called this a limestone residual haunting.

As it was explained to me, limestone and quartz can supposedly hold
information; Such as event in history and when the information is released
a residual haunting my occur.  The level at which the event was imprinted
materials, often depended on the intensity of the event.  In other words,
the more dramatic the event, the more intensely it would become imprinted
and could then be released or relived at various moments in real time.

This might have sounded crazy but when I thought about little Simon being
pushed down the stairs, I could fully understand and relate to their
theory.  That must have been one intense way to die and would explain how
come he was still walking the building till this day.

Then they played for us some audio they had collected during their
investigation.  First they played for us some sounds they had picked up
throughout the night.  One of which was the unmistakable ringing of the
bell on the front desk.  Another was footsteps, which seemed to be going up
and down the stairs.  An last but not least, was a scream.  I recognized it
immediately as the same blood curdling scream I'd heard.

Then they revealed some recordings they had made, while they were using
something they called a ghost box; Which they said was a device designed to
allow the spirits to communicate using radio frequencies.  During which the
names Rebecca Olivia, Simon, Mr. Sam and Miss Lilly came through loud and
clear.

They'd apparently found reference to Rebecca Olivia, having died in the
hotel during her visit.  However, the cause of death was not known.
Astonishingly, they had never heard of a Simon Patterson but because of my
experience, I was able to shed light on that mystery for them.

"My Daddy met Simon."  Jacob said and the two investigators each looked at
me with surprise.

"You've met him?  How so?"  The man asked, "Was it just a feeling or are
you saying you've seen a full body apparition?"

Without going into what all the boy and I had done, I said to them, "He
appeared to me in full form.  He said he was the hotel's bellboy and that
he'd been murdered by a guest.  I didn't believe it myself but my son and I
just located his gravestone in the backyard.  He really does haunt this
place."

As soon as I told them that, the female investigator began taking notes and
I informed her that we were planning to establish a plaque commemorating
him and the truth behind his death.

"Be careful, Mark.  If he really was murdered here, there's also a chance
that his killer haunts this place as well.  There's no telling how they
might react to the truth being revealed in such a grand manner."  The man
said cautiously.

To which I replied, "I don't care.  He deserves to be revealed for the
monster he is.  An Simon deserves to have his story told."

Just then, we heard a scream echo through the building and each of us
jumped to our feet.

We looked up towards the ceiling and I said, "That's the second time I've
heard that."

"Oh my goodness!  We caught that same scream on one of our recorders but we
weren't able to pin down the location."  The female investigator asked,
"Where's it coming from?"

To which I replied, "It's from the room at the end of the hall on the
second floor, the one with carpeted walls."

An the male investigator said, "Carpeted walls...  Sound proofing.  That
room is believed to have been modified when the hotel was owned by the
radio station.  But now...  Now I'm not so sure."

Then he raised a very good point.  One that gave all of us the chills.  If
the purpose for the sound proofing hadn't been for recording as was first
believed.  Than it may have in fact been installed to dampen the sound of
those very screams.  Screams which seemed to happen at random intervals
throughout the day and night.

"That room, that room is room 5."  The female investigator said nervously,
"That's the room where Rebecca Olivia was said to have died.  What if she
was killed?  Could those be her screams?"

That's when I looked at her and said, "Is so, than her killer is still in
that room."

As the words rolled off my tongue, my son and both investigators looked to
me.

"He's left a message on the wall there.  'Get Out Now', it's carved into
the carpet."  I said.

"We saw that.  We really hoped it was from someone playing a joke on us."
The male investigator said.

"No joke, I've head his voice."  I said almost regretfully as the man's jaw
dropped open.

"Mark, I don't know how to tell you this.  But this place is off the
charts.  It's beyond anything we've ever dealt with and well beyond our
expertise.  I don't know what you plan to do with the place but if you ever
hope to reopen it, you're going to need some serious help dealing with the
energy here."  He said and his other investigator nodded in agreement.

"I was actually hoping to restore the old place and turn it back into a
hotel and bar." I said rather naively.

To which the man shook his head in disbelief, before handing me a card.

"Here, before you go and make a final decision on that.  You best call her.
She's a psychic and one of the best.  Her parents were world renounced in
the paranormal field.  If anyone can help you it's her."  He said, before
he and the other investigator brought their reveal to a close and stepped
back outside to safety.

They were pretty shaken up after hearing that scream and I couldn't blame
them.  Jacob and I watched as they got back in their van and sped off in a
hurry.

As I held the card in my hand, I looked to my son and said, "No amount of
haunting is going to stop me from doing what I have to do.  This is our
place now and those spooks can either move on, move out or just plain on
shut up but they best stay outta my way."  -

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