Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2016 11:41:38 -0500
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: The Mysterious Telford Part Five M/b Adult/Youth

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Chapter Five:  "Paranormal Solidarity"

It was the middle of the night on what was forecast to be the first really
cold night of the winter season.  Thus far winter had been little more than
a few chilly nights and mornings but this was to be the first frost we'd
had since the new year had began.

That said, I wasn't feeling the need to crank up the heat just yet; Since I
was up on the third floor and heat rises.  So I figured I would be nice and
warm regardless of how cold it got outside.  Nevertheless, I was still
smart enough to wrap up in my blanket and comforter as I lay in my comfy
bed; Waiting to see if I was going to have another nightly visit from my
little bellboy.

I laid there watching the digital clock that sat upon the nightstand and
shortly after midnight, I felt some commotion beneath the blankets.  I kept
perfectly still and waited patiently for little Simon Patterson to let me
know he was there.  It didn't take long, before the blankets began to rise
and his little naked body materialized.

That's when I pulled the covers back and saw his little face looking up at
me.

"Evening, Sir."  He said softly and I put my arms around him to lift him up
to me.

His soft black skin felt wonderful beneath my fingers as I drew him up to
me and kissed him on the lips.  My tongue entered his mouth and we
commenced in a lengthy tongue-battle for several minutes.  An by the end of
it, I had him moaning wildly as I ran my hands through his head of poofy
black hair.

"It's gonna be cold tonight."  I said softly, "I might need to slip my dick
up your ass and warm us up with some hot and heavy fucking.  What'cha
think?"

He smiled, snuggled up close and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, Sir.  Fuck
me with your big white dick."

I loved the way he welcomed getting fucked and begged for it, like a good
boy.

"Yeah, that'a boy.  I'll fuck your little ass."  I said softly, "I'll fuck
it and breed it.  You like when a white man cums up inside you, don'tcha?"

"Oh yes, Sir.  Mmmmmmm!  I love it!"  He moaned and I rolled him over,
pinning him down on his back; So that I could kiss my way down his body.

There he laid still and allowed me to stick my tongue anywhere I wanted.  I
licked his neck, chest and of course his pointy nipples.  I sucked on them
bad boys good and hard, and even bit down on them a couple of times.  Which
sent him to moaning and squirming.

I loved seeing him overcome with pleasure like that and to know that even
in death, he was capable of experiencing the love and lust of a man.  He
was a special little boy and I wanted very much to make him feel as loved
and enjoyed as any other young boy his age should feel, while in the
presence of a man.

That's why I continued to lick my way down his sexy little stomach to that
incredibly well endowed black dick of his and took it in my mouth.  I
sucked him and felt his young balls in my hand as my own dick grew harder
between my legs.  He tasted so good in my mouth as my tongue flicked over
the head of his dick.  An from the sounds he was making, he was loving
every second of it.

Once I had him fully aroused and his dick standing at full attention, I
eased it from my lips and slapped it against my face.  He seemed to really
like the sight of me enjoying his length so much and smiled proudly as he
watched me playing with it.  He had the cutest little smile too.  It could
brighten up a room with just one glance.

"Yeah, I wanna see you smiling just like that when I'm putting my dick up
in you."  I said and he smiled even wider for me.

That was my cue to lift his legs in the air and take aim at his sexy little
ass; Which I did gladly and with little to no effort.  Soon I had his legs
up on my shoulders and my dick bearing down between his hairless black ass
cheeks.

"Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhmmmmm!"  He gasped as he felt me enter him and he smiled as
the head of my dick pierced his tiny puckered hole.

It was so nice and tight as I buried myself deep inside him.  His hole
gripped me like a vice and I just kept shoving until my hairy balls were
pressed tight against him.

"Fuck yeah, Mmmmmm!"  I moaned and allowed myself to sink good and deep
into him.

It didn't take but a minute, before I had him impaled on my dick and was
ready to begin fucking him.  An fucking him is exactly what I did.  I went
to slamming my dick in and out of his tight young asshole with force and
sent my hairy balls to slapping against his bubble butt.  The sound of
which echoed through the room, like eerie footsteps in the dark.

"Ohhhmm!  It's so big, Sir!"  He gasped and I hammered his hole even
harder.

"Yeah, you like that big dick up your ass, huh?  Big white dick in your
little black ass." I moaned as I continued to fuck him.

"Yes, Sir!  Ohhh!  Yes, Sir!"  He moaned, "Harder, please harder!"

Hearing him moaning and begging for more was all the encouragement I needed
to really pound the little fella rough.  I didn't hold back and gave him
the royal treatment, slamming my bare dick in to the hilt and sending the
bed to rocking as we fucked.

I'll tell you, the boy sure had me all worked up in no time.  I was
sweating, breathing hard and had my rock hard dick was drilling his little
hole for all it was worth.  An all the while he had a smile on his face,
just as I'd asked for.  He was giving me all that I wanted, an in return
all I had to do was shoot my load up his ass for him.  An the longer I
hammered on his firm little ass, the closer I was coming to that eventual
outcome.

I could feel my balls beginning to draw up tighter as my load of thick cum
drew nearer and I said to him, "You ready for it, boy?  Hmm?  You ready to
take my nut up your ass?"

To which he eagerly replied, "Yes, please.  Give it to me deep, Sir."

An that's when I slammed my dick deep, held it there buried inside him and
let the cum flow.  My hairy taint pulsed as glob after glob of white cream
filled his young hole and I shivered with intense pleasure.

"Aaaauuugghhmmmm!"  I groaned with the powerful release of my sperm into
him.

Then as my last ounce of seed drained from my balls, I fell over on top of
him and kissed him repeatedly.  He put his arms around me and we rolled
round, until we got comfortable again.  At which point, I planted one final
hot and heavy kiss upon the boys' lips and we laid down together to relax.

It was during this time, that my perspiration combined with the rapidly
dropping temperature of the room and I went to shivering.

Simon picked up on this and said softly, "Sir, I think you should put the
heat on before you catch cold."

Hearing his warning, I nodded my head and slowly got up from my bed.  I
then crossed the room, opened the bedroom door and walked through the large
banquet area to reach the thermostat, that was mounted on the wall to the
right of the now wide open entrance way.

You see, in recent days I'd removed the doorway that had been hastily
installed there and now there was once again a grand entrance way; That led
from the banquet area into the main stairwell.  I felt this was the best
solution to several issues that heating and cooling the hotel posed.  With
the doorway removed, heat could now rise up through the stairwell and reach
the third floor.  An cold air could now fall from the third floor and cool
the floors below when the air conditioning was in operation.

I stood there naked and shivering as I adjusted the thermostat and switched
the heat on.  Once I had it set, I listened for the sound of the
ventilation fans in the attic to kick on.  Although it would take a long
while for the heat to travel the length of the building and reach me all
the way upstairs, I knew the fans would help to draw the air up to begin
circulating and regulating the temperature.

It took a few seconds for them to start up but once they did, I could hear
them roaring up in the attic.  Then I placed my hand against the intake
vents in the ceiling to gauge how fast they were moving the air.  To my
surprise, they were really doing one hell of a job.  I probably sound like
I was way to fascinated by this than I should have been but this was also
the first time I'd used the central heating and air conditioning system in
the hotel.

Until this particular night, it had been relatively warm for being winter.
However now a powerful cold front was moving in and just as Simon had
suggested, I needed to turn on the heat or else there was a good chance I
would come down sick from the cold.  An as it would turn out, the boys'
warning might have been a premonition of things to come.

Because little did I know, just how cold it was going to get that night.
The weather reports had suggested there might be some frost on the ground
by morning but as it would turn out, their forecasts would be far off.

By the time morning arrived, it would be nearly 20 degrees Fahrenheit
outside or -6 degrees Celsius for those of you outside the U.S.  Needless
to say, that was cold enough to freeze exposed outside plumbing.
Thankfully for me, the hotel had little to no plumbing exposed to the harsh
weather and I had no trouble in the morning making myself a pot of coffee
with my toast and eggs.

I did this down in the kitchen, behind the bar room and after I had my
breakfast prepared, I made my way out to the lobby to eat it.  I probably
could have chose to eat in the bar but there was something about being in
that part of the hotel that gave me the willies.  Maybe it was because of
how quiet it was in there or how distant it felt from the rest of the
building.

Either way, I had a seat on a couch in the lobby and placed my breakfast
down on the coffee table as I went to eating.  It was as I did so, that I
happened to look out the front windows and noticed a sort of steam or fog
just outside the glass.  I thought this odd and with my pajamas on, I got
up from the couch with my cup of coffee in hand to take a closer look.

I stood at the window and peered outside at the now completed veranda.  The
work crew had finished it just days before and it was now an impressive
wooden structure that graced the front of the hotel.  It had been painted
white with intricate wood work in the railings and support posts.  It
really was a beautiful thing to see all finished but as I gazed upon it, I
noticed that the steam I had spotted was in fact emanating from the wood
itself.

It was so bizarre to see this, that I made my way out through the front
door and stood outside on the veranda.  The frigid air met my skin and I
shivered instantly.  It was as I stood there shivering, that I looked
around and sure enough, there was steam coming up off from the entire
structure.  That's when I also noticed, that even though it was freezing
cold outside, my bare feet were quite warm.

I looked down and began walking around the veranda from one end to the
other in a curious state.  How could the wood be warm?  I wondered.  Not
only was it warm to my feet but when I placed my hand upon the railing and
support posts, I could feel the same heat emanating from them.  It was as
if the entire veranda was being heated by some unknown source.

That's when I just happened to lean in close to one of the support posts
and took a strong whiff.  It was then, that I picked up the scent of
burning wood and nearly panicked.  Could the veranda be on fire?  I thought
to myself.  Surely that was impossible right?  I looked around closely but
could find no source for the smell or heat other than the wood itself.  It
was truly strange and gave me the most odd feeling.

However, since I couldn't see any reason to fear a fire was imminent, I
decided to head back inside to finish my breakfast.  A short time later as
I sat there deciding what I wanted to do with the rest of my day, a car
came pulling up outside.  I took notice and watched as a man hopped out
with a camera in hand.

He took a position at the front of the hotel, very near the sidewalk and
began taking pictures.  That's when I came to the door and asked him what
he was doing.  He told me he was with the local paper, The Suwannee
Democrat, I believe he said it was.  He said that he'd heard that The
Telford was being restored and wanted to write a full front page story
about the restoration efforts.

Thinking that this was an important first step in establishing good
relations with the township of White Springs; I agreed to allow him to take
all the pictures he wanted and even offered to share with him any
information that I could.

An with that, he came inside and I offered him a cup of coffee.  He sat
waiting in the bar room, while I got dressed and when I returned he asked
me if I smoked cigars.  I told him I didn't and that seemed to surprise
him.

He looked around and said, "Then why do I smell cigar smoke?"

I hadn't given it much thought until he mentioned it but just then, I too
began to pick up the scent.  We sniffed around the room, until we'd thought
we'd located it's source.  Although to make things even stranger, it
appeared to be coming from an area beside the bar counter and to the left
of a support beam that stood mere inches from it.

"That is really weird."  I remarked as I looked at him and he nodded his
head in agreement.

Then he said, "I've heard stories about this.  The scent of cigar smoke is
said to be from one of the many spirits that are said to haunt The Telford.
I don't know if you believe in such things but I've always wanted to
experience this very thing for myself."

Naturally I grinned and replied, "Oh, I believe.  There's many spirits that
walk the halls of this place.  Some nice, some naughty and some I've even
had a word with in the middle of the night."

Hearing that really got his attention and he sat down with me at the bar to
discuss everything I had experienced for use in his newspaper article.  It
was also during this discussion, that he mentioned the fire in the town's
past.  Though unlike the town folk I had met so far, he didn't believe the
witch was to blame but rather a lighting strike during the same storm that
had toppled over the tree from which the Masked Man of River Street had
been hung.

"It was one hell of a storm.  Some say it was a low pressure system that
had moved in from the Gulf of Mexico."  He said, "The fire was likely
sparked during it and was swept through the town by the strong winds
aloft."

That's when I thought to ask, "By any chance can you tell me, did the fire
reach as far as The Telford?"

He nodded and replied, "It reached River Street, before being extinguished
by the fire brigade but not before the houses on the other side of the
street had burned to the ground and the veranda singed by the blaze."

Just hearing that, I thought back to the steam I had seen outside on the
veranda and the smell of burning wood I had smelt.  Now you can call me
crazy but I think that perhaps what I'd experienced was somehow history
replaying itself in the present day.  Almost like a residual effect or some
kind.  Perhaps it was even a form of one of those residual hauntings, that
the paranormal investigators had mentioned.

Either way it didn't appear to pose a threat to the stability of the
veranda or endanger the hotel in any way; So I just shrugged it off as one
of those unexplained things that happens around The Telford.  I was just
relieved to know for certain now, that the fire had indeed come as far as
the hotel.  Since I had wondered about that for some time.

Finally, after sharing a pot of coffee and some rather unbelievable ghost
stories with the journalist; We made our way back to the lobby and he asked
if could take some pictures of the various rooms.  I told him was more than
welcome to do so but only as long as he promised not to enter Room 5.  That
was of course, the room with the carpeted walls and I wanted no one to
enter that room for any reason.

He agreed and went about taking pictures.  While he did, I walked around
the lobby and tidied things up a bit.  You know, just some dusting and
sweeping, that sort of thing.  It was just as I was sweeping some dirt into
the dustpan, that I heard him yell for me from upstairs.  I dropped what I
was doing in a hurry and rushed up to the second floor; Where I found him
standing at the doorway to the Second Floor Addition.

I hadn't warned him not to enter that part of the building and being the
curious sort, he had thought to venture in there.  However, he hadn't made
it passed the door before realizing something wasn't right.  Instead, he
had stopped to take several pictures of the hallway and was shocked to see
that something had developed in them.

I came over to him and he had the look of someone who had just seen a
ghost.  Well in fact he just had.  He held up his digital camera for me to
see the display screen and began to review several pictures.  It was then,
that I too saw the bright orbs of light captured in the photos he had
taken.  I know some will say they were balls of dust or bugs caught in mid
flight or something but I swear to you, there was nothing natural about
these.

They were bright, like twinkling stars of various sizes and colors.  Dozens
of them lined the hallway and even some appeared to be caught in mid travel
between doors.  I mean they were literally cut in half as they passed
through closed doors and walls.  It was incredible to see and for me, they
were the first real evidence since the recordings, that the paranormal
investigators had made during their visit.

"I told you, this place is very haunted."  I said and his jaw dropped as he
nodded his head.

"I've never seen anything like this.  What are they?"  He asked and all I
could think to tell him was that they were the spirits of The Telford
making themselves known.

Then I warned him against proceeding into the hallway, because of what my
son Jacob and I had experienced in there.  He quickly agreed not to go any
further but then asked if I had ever thought about installing cameras
around the building in hopes of catching more evidence of the paranormal.
I didn't know the first thing about setting up cameras and had actually not
given it any thought.

However, he said that it was something worth looking into and that it might
even serve as a way to help gain more public interest in the hotel.  He
also said that the owners of the Adam's House down the street had done so
and had even made it possible for viewers online to access the video feed.
That way paranormal enthusiast around the world could tune in to look for
activity.

That got me to thinking about the day, that I had gone into the Adam's
House and had been shown the security camera they had installed in a
hallway.  As it would turn out, it would be the very same camera system the
journalist was talking about and the owners had in fact captured the moment
I had gone into the room with the mask on display.

Of course, I wouldn't know any of this; Until later in the day, after the
journalist had gone off to write his story for the paper and I had ventured
over to speak to the owners of the Adam's House.  It was during my visit
with them, that they showed me the video footage of me entering the locked
room and they promptly asked how I had managed to do it.

That's when I told them about the lady in the white dress; Who had welcomed
me in and shown me around.  The same lady, who as you might have guessed;
Did not appear in the video with me.  In fact, the video only showed me
walking around the house alone and the door to the room opening on it's
own.

However, the owners then explained that the lady I had seen was who they
believed to be the witch of the Adam's House.  They had even captured video
evidence of her on numerous occasions and when they showed them to me, I
was stunned to see that it was the same woman.  She appeared mostly as a
mist of some sort but you could still make out the flowing white dress she
had worn on the day I had seen her.

After seeing their evidence and discussing the benefits of having the
camera system, I decided it was worth it to take the chance and have a
similar system installed.  That said, I still had no idea how do go about
doing it and not wanting to call in professionals to set the thing up; For
fear that I would have to explain to them that I was wanting it for ghost
surveillance, I made the choice to call my brother James for help.

James had worked in places that used security cameras before and he was
pretty tech-savvy.  The only issue was getting him to agree to come over.
As you might recall, he hadn't been all that enthusiastic about helping me
with the hotel.  So it will probably come as just as much of a surprise to
you as it did me, when he actually agreed to come help set everything up.

He placed an order for the equipment online and it arrived a few days
later.  At which time, he and my son Jacob both came to help set it up.  I
can't tell you how excited I was when I saw them pull up to the hotel in
James' car.  They both got out, dressed in their winter attire; Which
consisted of jeans and sweaters.  It was super cold outside as they came
walking up to the veranda.  I walked out to meet them and threw my arms
around my brother tightly.

"Thank you so much for coming, bro."  I said to James and he planted a kiss
on my lips; Because that's just the sort of man he is.

Maybe it was the warmth emanating from the wood of the veranda or maybe his
kiss just felt that incredible; But whatever the cause, I felt a warmth
fill my body and soul.  I loved my brother more than anything in the world
and to have him there with me at The Telford really made me happy.

Till this day, I still don't know what made him change his mind about
helping me with the place but I sure am thankful he did.  As we we brought
our kiss to an end, I leaned down and gave Jacob a tight hug as well.

"The place looks awesome, Daddy!"  He said as I embraced him.

"Thanks, kiddo."  I said, before bringing our hug to a gradual end, "I'm
glad you like it.  Come on inside.  A bunch of stuff came in the mail for
ya'll."

Then I led the two of them inside where it was warm and pointed out all the
boxes of equipment that had arrived in the mail.  There were boxes laying
out all over the floor in the lobby and I had no idea where to begin.
Luckily James had a good idea of where to start and it wasn't long before
he had unpacked several cameras and digital storage equipment.

"Alright, so the plan is to get these bad boys up in places where they have
the best view of the rooms."  He explained as he held a camera in his hand,
"We've got twenty of them and so we should be able to cover just about the
whole place."

"Sounds good.  Um, how do they work?  I mean, do we need to run wires to
them all or what?"  I asked curiously.

That's when he explained that the cameras he had opted to use, would
connect to the wifi and router I had, had installed the day before by the
cable company.  This meant that we only needed to supply them with power
and they would then be able to access the router and later the internet.
It all sounded a bit foreign to me but he assured me it was easier than it
sounded.

As it turned out, he was pretty much spot on with his analysis.  The three
of us spent the next few hours finding locations throughout the building to
mount the cameras and it was relatively easy, since all we had to do was
look for a place that gave it the widest angle view and had a power outlet
within a few feet of it.

This resulted in us placing a camera at the end of each hallway on the
second floor; Because that's where the fire exit doors were located and
above each was an exit sign.  The signs were connected to the main wiring
of the building and also featured an outlet; Which made plugging the
cameras in very easy.

Soon we had a camera in each hallway, on all three levels of the stairwell,
in various spots in the lobby, the bar, the kitchen, and two at either end
of the banquet area.  Plus we installed some outside, that we wired to the
outside lights.  It had been suggested by the owners of the Adam's House,
that the cameras could be used as a deterrent to keep potential burglars
away.  So I didn't might them being in plain sight.

An once they were all mounted, we gathered behind the desk in the lobby to
setup the router and computer that would monitor it all.  Jacob had a seat
on the stool that sat behind the desk and he looked like the cutest little
receptionist you ever did see.

The next thing I knew, he was playing with the old antique phone that hung
on the wall and was pretending to take reservations; While James and I
worked to setup the computer.  I had a lot to learn but my brother was a
really good teacher.  He walked me through it all and pretty soon we had
each of the camera feeds appearing on the monitor.

"Wow, that's pretty damn sweet!"  I said and he smiled.

"I know right?  This way you can see almost every square inch of the place
and when you're not here, it will be recorded on the hard drive so you can
review it later.  Plus it's being streamed online to a website I had setup
for you.  That way people can keep an eye on the place."  He explained.

"So it's like I have my own security company watching the place, huh?"  I
asked.

He nodded and replied, "Yeah, something like that.  On the site, people can
watch the live feeds and if they spot something unusual; Whether it's
paranormal or a thief trying to break in, they can post a tweet to your
twitter account and let you know."

Then Jacob chimed and said, "Yeah and we can even watch it from our house.
Then it'll be like we're here without really being here.  Ain't that cool?"

I smiled, placed my hand on his shoulder and said, "I think it's awesome.
Maybe this way you'll be able to see some of the weird shit that I've been
seeing."

"I hope so!"  Jacob said and James just chuckled to himself.

I knew my brother was a believer in the paranormal but I got the feeling
that even all the things I had been experiencing was a bit too unbelievable
for even him.  Nevertheless, a part of him really wanted to prove me right
and I think that's why he was so willing to help me setup the cameras.  He
didn't say it but he had an interest in what was happening around the
place.

Now that the cameras were installed and recording as well as streaming; I
think each of was were anxiously awaiting some evidence to be caught on
video.  We must have hung around the desk for a good 30mins just watching
the monitor, in hopes that something was going to happen.  But like a
watched pot never boils, a watched camera never catches anything either.

So eventually we all headed into the bar room; Where James and Jacob played
a game of pool on the billiards table and I made us some sandwiches in the
kitchen.  It didn't take me long and before the two of them had even
finished their first game, I had returned with a plate of sandwiches and
some sodas.  I placed the food out on the bar counter and called them over
to eat.

They wandered over to the counter and took a seat on the stools to begin
eating lunch.  I'm not sure how long we sat there enjoying our meal
together but at some point, we heard the sound of a billiard ball falling
into a pocket on the pool table.

That's when we each turned around to look but saw nothing moving.  Though
clearly one of the balls was now missing and had definitely gone into the
pocket.

"Hmm, that was weird."  I said.

"Maybe the table's uneven?"  James suggested.

"I doubt it."  I replied.

Not being so sure what to believe, James got up from his stool and walked
over to check the levels on the feet of the table.

Shortly there after, he looked back towards Jacob and I, and said, "No,
they look pretty level and secure."

Just then, the eight ball began to roll all on it's own and slowly crossed
the table.  Jacob and I saw it first and James heard it moving.  So he
turned to look, just as it rolled it's way into the same pocket as the
other ball had.  It fell in and James came running back over to us.

"Holy shit!  Did that really just happen!?"  He said in a panic.

Jacob and I both nodded and an eerie chill swept over the three of us.  I
wouldn't say we were scared by what had happened but rather intrigued by
it.  It was truly fascinating to think that we had just been witness to
paranormal activity together as a group.  That made it impossible for
someone to say that we had imagined it.

It was so shocking and mystifying that we nearly forgot all about the
camera we had installed in the bar room.  Luckily I happened to glance over
and remembered it was there.  An thankfully it was facing the pool table at
a really good angle.

Without wanting to scare off whoever it was playing with the billiard
balls, I whispered to James and Jacob, "Let's go see if we recorded that."

An with that, the three of us headed back into the lobby to check the
monitor.  Once there, James showed me how to pull up the recorded video and
sure enough, we had indeed captured the balls moving on their own.

"That's, that's just freaking crazy."  James said and I started to chuckle.

"Yeah?  Now do you believe me?"  I asked and he nodded.

Just then, his cell phone beeped to alert us that he had a message.  He
reached into his pocket and checked his messages to see that he had already
received a tweet from someone watching the video stream via our website.

"Well that was fast."  I said, "Who would be watching this already?"

He looked to me and replied, "I don't know but it's a good thing they
logged on to check it out 'cause they noticed something we missed."

That's when James went back to the computer and searched through the video
feeds from the second floor.  As it would turn out, the camera in the West
Wing had captured the door to Room 5 opening and closing on it's own at the
same moment that we were down in the bar room.  The sight of which gave me
the chills and I remembered that in our hast, Derek and I had left our
weapons in the room.

Of course, by weapons I mean the hammer and crowbar.  We'd left them on the
floor in that room and had not gone back in to retrieve them.  We had no
intention of going back in there to get them and after seeing that door
open and close like that, there was no way I was about to go anywhere near
that room again.

Now maybe we were all feeling a bit jumpy after all this, because it was
just at that very moment, that the antique phone on the wall rang and we
each about jumped out of our damn skin!  I very nearly pissed my pants and
James jumped back so fast that he hit his arm on the shelf behind the desk.

"Dammit!"  He yelled as he grabbed his elbow, "I hit my funny bone!"

I still don't know why they call that part of your elbow, your funny bone.
I mean, every time you hit it it's never funny.  Anyway, I calmed myself
down and looked towards the phone as it rang again.  I knew the phone was
hooked up and the number had not changed but I honestly never expected
anyone to call it.  I mean, in all the days I had been here it had never
once rang.  So it really took me by surprise.

My son Jacob was the only one of us who was not totally freaked out by it
ringing and casually reached over to answer it.

He picked up the receiver, held it to his ear and said, "Telford Hotel,
this is Jacob who's this?"

To which a man's voice kindly replied, "May I speak to the Innkeeper
please?"

Then Jacob handed me the receiver and said, "It's for you, Daddy."

I didn't know what to think as I took the receiver in hand and answered the
call.  I was nervous as hell but I did my best to speak without leading on
just how scared I really was.  Soon I found myself talking to a man I had
never heard of but who knew me and my family.  He had a raspy voice and
spoke very clearly as he explained to me, that he was the man who had just
messaged James on twitter.

He had apparently come upon our website after reading the local paper and
seeing a story about The Telford on the front page.  Even still, I had no
idea who this person was or how they knew my family.  That is until I
questioned him sternly about that very subject and he revealed himself as
being my mother's ex-husband.

Hearing that, I nearly dropped the receiver but I held on long enough for
him to tell to ask if he could come have a word with us about the hotel.  I
wasn't sure what to say to him or even if I really wanted to continue the
conversation at that point.  I mean, this was the man who had left my
mother to die alone.  I really should have been pissed off at him and
probably should have cussed him out right there and then.

However, that all changed for me when he said, "Your mother didn't die
alone."

To which I angrily replied, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'll explain when I see you."  He said and abruptly hung up on me.

Needless to say, I thought that was very rude and it pissed me off but had
also sparked my curiosity.  What could he possibly tell us about my
mother's death?  I wondered as I hung up the receiver and put my arms
around James and Jacob for comfort.  I was now a basket full of emotions
and needed these two at my side more than ever.

I really wanted to know what this man had to tell us but unfortunately, I
would have to wait until he arrived before I could learn anything further.

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