Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2016 20:31:32 -0500
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: The Mysterious Telford Part Six M/b Adult/Youth

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Chapter Six: "A Gift From Mother"

As night fell, James and Jacob joined me in my room on the third floor of
The Telford Hotel.  There we each stripped down naked and crawled into bed
for the evening.  It had been some time since the three of us had shared a
bed together and it felt incredible having them there laying under the
covers with me again.

You do of course know that the three of us are incestuous lovers, right?
Well, if you didn't suspect it before now, than it might come as a shock to
you; That my brother and I had been lovers since we were kids and in recent
years had taken my son Jacob into our loving relationship.  The three of us
loved each other in ways that words can not adequately convey.

That's why it was so painful for me, when James had first refused to have
any part in the hotel or to help me with it's renovations.  So it was
equally gratifying to finally have him on board with the idea and to have
him helping me.  It made the whole thing worthwhile having him and my son
there to share in the experience of owning the hotel.

That said, there was clearly now some animosity between James and I on some
level as we snuggled beneath the covers.  It seemed to have started as soon
as our mother's ex-husband called and had continued right through and into
the evening.  He wasn't being nearly as vocal as he normally was in bed and
I'd even say he was keeping his distance a bit.  Although it was hard to
really be distant in a bed with three people in it.

Regardless, he kept to his side of the bed as he laid on the opposite side
with Jacob laying between us, like a little hairless barrier.  I ran my
hand up over my son's slender, naked and hairless smooth 10yo body; As he
lay there in the middle, on his back.  Feeling my hand caressing him, he
turned to me and smiled.

I smiled back at him and then leaned in, planting a hot kiss on his little
lips.  Then my tongue entered his mouth and we kissed passionately for
several minutes.  All the while, James watched from his side of the bed and
said nothing at all.  He kept quiet as he watched the two of us making out
in the glow of the nightlight.

I wasn't sure how long he was going to just lay there watching us but one
thing became very clear after only a short time.  You see, as I brought my
kiss with Jacob to an end, I glanced over and happened to see the large
tent that had formed in the sheets, between my brother's legs.  He was
definitely turned on seeing the two of us kissing and had even begun slowly
masturbating to the sight.

Knowing that he was getting turned on, I felt the need to further tempt him
by inducing some horny moans from my son.  I moved my hand down to his
little dick and tugged on it as I leaned over to his left nipple and bit
down on it.

That caused him to moan loudly, "Mmmmmm, Oh Daddy!"

I knew that had to turn my brother on a lot and so as I brought my head
back up, I looked towards him as I said softly to Jacob, "Daddy's missed
you so much.  I love molesting my special little boy.  Feeling your little
naked body.  Mmmmmmmm!"

"You only had to come home and do it, Daddy."  Jacob replied softly, "Uncle
James and me been doing the sex a bunch while you was gone.  But it's more
fun with you.  I love sex with you, Daddy."

That brought a smile to my face and said softly, "I love sex with you too,
baby.  I love it with both of you.  You're my everything."

That's when James said rather condescendingly, "Really?  You could have
fooled me.  I thought this hotel was your everything..."

Hearing that, I looked my brother in the eye and I could see that my
absence from home was hurting him more than I realized.  It was driving a
wedge between us and causing more tension than I had ever felt from him.
He and I had been through some trying times in the past but never had he
been so withdrawn, while in the same bed with me.  It was also unlike him
to be so condescending with his words.

However, me being the bullheaded younger brother, I offered up my own
pointed rebuttal by saying, "Well, maybe if you spent some time here; You
would see the potential I see in this place."

"I see it, Mark."  He said, "I also see what it's done to you.  You're not
the same anymore."

Hearing that pushed my buttons as they say, and nearly caused me to toss
aside any sexual feelings I was looking to embrace.  Instead, I found
myself becoming angry with my brother and talking loudly over my son as he
lay between us.

"Oh come on, I'm still the same man.  I haven't changed that much."  I said
in frustration, "I'm still your brother and lover.  I'm still the big dick
you like to ride and that Jacob loves.  Ain't that right, boy?"

Jacob nodded but then said, "Yeah, but you ain't been around much.  I can't
love on it if you ain't around, Daddy."

An of course he was right.  I hadn't been around as much during the
renovations and had honestly been keeping secret my plans to move into the
hotel at some point in the near future.  You can imagine, how difficult it
was going to be telling them that given how they were talking.  So I kept
it to myself and tried one last time to steer things back to the sexual.

You could say I was trying to dodge their attacks, because I didn't much
like how they were ganging up one me but I'd like to think I was too horny
at the moment to care about continuing a fight.

Whatever the reason, I moved my hand down between Jacob's legs to feel
around his little hairless taint and said, "Well, I'm here to give it to
you now.  Daddy's dick is ready for some loving, if your little boy pussy
is ready for some fucking."

Feeling me exploring around his hole, he promptly rolled onto his side and
snuggled up to me, throwing his leg up over mine; So that I could give him
a good reach-around.  I loved that about my boy.  He was always so eager
and willing to fuck.  His sexy little ass felt great in my hands as I
squeezed his little ass cheeks and grinded myself again against him.

With James looking on from his side of the bed, I said aggressively to
Jacob, "Yeah, daddy needs to fuck his little boy."

Maybe it was out of frustration or maybe I was just in the mood to get
right down to some serious fucking with my son; Because I wasted no time in
aggressively teasing his little ass and forcing myself on him.

My brother watched as I spread the boys' ass cheeks and played with his
puckered hole.  It was soft and moist to the touch as my finger circled the
rim and sent him to shivering with pleasure.  While I did so, he began
licking my hairy chest and I gently eased my finger up inside him.

"Ohhhhhhh!  Mmmm!  Ohhhh!"  He moaned as my finger forced it's way in dry.

""Mmmmmmm!  I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you, baby."  I moaned.

"Do it, Daddy.  Fuck me hard."  He moaned between licks of my chest.

With that, I threw the covers off of us and gave his little ass a smack.

'Smack!'

"Ahhhmmm!"  He yelped and I drew him close to kiss him again.

As my tongue entered his mouth I began to finger his little asshole hard.
I knew James was watching and although he was in no mood to join, he was at
the very least going to enjoy the show.  He quietly stroked his 8" cut dick
as he laid there beside us; While I fingered his nephew's asshole for him
to see.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm!  I'm gonna fucking tear your little boy pussy up."  I moaned
as we parted lips.

Then without missing a beat, I slipped my finger out of his hole and helped
him to roll back over; So that his cute little ass was facing me.  That's
when I grabbed hold of my hard 7" cut dick and crammed it between his
cheeks.

"Ahhhhhh!"  He cried out but he loved it.

"Yeah, give me that fucking hole." I said and began thrusting myself in and
out of him.

Thankfully Jacob was one of those boys who wanted nothing more than to be
rode hard and put away wet.  So this particular evening was going to work
out perfectly for him.  I buried my dick up his little chute and began
pounding on it hard as his tears filled his eyes.

He was looking right at his uncle during my penetration and I know James
loved seeing that pain-filled expression on the boys' face as he took a big
dick up his ass.  It wasn't long before he'd scooted himself closer and
offered his dick to my son to suck, while I continued my anal assault.

My hairy balls were slapping against the boys' ass as I hammered on him and
sent the bed to rocking.  His hot little boy hole wrapped itself around my
dick like an old glove.  It fit snug and not too loose.  It was just right
and seemed to be made for accepting his fathers' adult dick.  My shaft
slammed in and out of him with force and gave pleasure to us both, just as
it should.

There was nothing more special of course, than fucking my own son.  His
hole was literally built for me to fuck and that's just what I did.  Right
there with his uncle to watch as he helped himself to the boys' other
talented hole.  Jacob sucked on James' dick like a good boy as I pounded
his little ass raw.

"Fuck yeah, suck that big dick.  Make your uncle feel real good."  I said
encouragingly.

 I did it with so much encouragement in fact, that I managed to get James
as he say, "Breed his little ass, bro."

To which I proudly replied, "I'm gonna knock him with his daddy's seed."

An that oddly enough, finally took the edge off tension in the room.  >From
that point on, we took focused on pleasing ourselves with Jacob's eager
little mouth and asshole; Until James fed him his load of hot cum and I
flooded his ass with my thick load of hot sperm.

"Oh fuck, here it comes!  Aaaauugghhmmm!"  I groaned as I orgasmed up the
boys' ass.

An almost simultaneously, my brother came in Jacob's mouth with a groan of
his own, "Ohhhhh, yeah!  Swallow it, kiddo!  Swallow it!  Aaauugghh!"

Then the three of us collapsed together in a pile of sex and sweat on the
bed.  A good raw fucking must have been just what we all needed to bury the
hatchet, because not another condescending word was spoken that night.  We
slept snuggled up in each others arms and bathed in the afterglow of one
another's sex well into the night.

The following morning as we huddled around the computer in the lobby,
reviewing footage recorded during the night; A truck pulled up out front
and out stepped my mother's estranged ex-husband.  The man looked similar
to that of my dad.  Only he was shorter, fatter and had dyed his hair dark
brown.  I don't know who he thought he was fooling with that terrible
dye-job, because it did little to hide the fact, that he was still a man
well into his 60's.

Than again, who am I to judge?  I just had to hold back from laughing at
him as he approached the front door and I welcomed him in.  I will say, at
least he had a good clothing sense.  He was dressed in a sweater and vest
with a pair of khaki pants.  He also held a newspaper under his right arm
as he stepped through the front door, that I was holding open for him.

"Welcome to The Telford."  I said and he nodded with a smile.

Then he looked around the lobby with amazement as he gazed upon the
renovations that had been made.  The walls had now been repainted, the
rooms had been redecorated and the veranda had been fully restored.  So he
had plenty to take in as he looked around the place.

"I can hardly recognize the place."  He said, "You've really outdone
yourself, Mark.  You are Mark, right?"

I nodded and then pointed towards the counter as I replied, "Yup, and
that's my brother James and my son Jacob over there."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you.  Each of you."  He said, before
properly introducing himself to us.

He said his name was John or Jack or maybe it was Justin.  Well, it was a
J-name.  Let's just put it that way.  Honestly I don't remember.  I guess I
didn't care to know him after how he'd left my mother.  So I just let him
speak his piece, while I waited for him to say something I actually wanted
to hear.

"So you're my mother's ex, huh?"  James asked condescendingly.

To which the man replied, "Yes, that's right."

Then James sort of rolled his eyes a bit and returned his focus to the
computer behind the desk.  He was clearly not impressed with the man at all
and just like me, he wanted nothing to do with him.  But also like me, he
was curious to hear what he had to tell us.  Even if it was likely going to
be some stuff that we wouldn't appreciate coming from him.

Nevertheless, we did our best not to embrace his presence and he was quick
to pick up on it.  He kept his distance, while he explored the lobby and I
followed behind him.

That's when I overheard Jacob say softly to James, "He don't seem so bad.
Why ya'll being so mean?"

To which James replied, "You wouldn't understand, Jacob.  You just wouldn't
understand."

Then my brother abruptly walked away from the desk and headed back down the
little hallway to the bar room.  Jacob knew his uncle was on edge now
having the man in the building and he must not have wanted to cause him
further strife; Because instead of following him, he remained at the desk
and kept an eye on all of us via the monitor.

Meanwhile, the man and I had stepped into the back corner of the lobby;
Where had took notice of the open breaker box and missing breakers.  He
examined them closely and then turned back to me.

At which point, he had a very frightened expression on his face as he said
to me, "Who did this?"

"I could ask you the same thing.  That hookup in there was drawing more
power than every house on this street.  So I had to do away with it."  I
replied, not wanting to go into the real reason for having tossed the
breakers into the trash.

Shockingly, he then said, "You fool.  That was the only thing keeping that
demonic creature at bay."

As you can imagine, I wasn't expecting to hear him say that but now knowing
that he was very much aware of the demonic entity that inhabited Room 5; I
said to him, "You don't know me, I'm no fool, Sir.  That wiring was no more
keeping Arthur Kinkaid in that room, than you did from keeping my mother
from dying alone."

It was at that moment, the man stepped away from the breaker box, looked me
deep in the eye and said, "I'll be a son of a bitch.  You really are you're
mother's son...  So confident and also so cut-throat."

That's when I snarled at him and backed away.

"I am who I am."  I said defiantly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.  You're quite right, you are you're
own man.  I just didn't expect you to be so much like Cheryl."  He said,
"You would have liked her had you gotten to know her.  You have a lot in
common.  Not only your personalities but your unique gifts."

Hearing that got me to raise an eyebrow and take notice.

"Just like her, you see things.  Ghostly things.  Things that the rest of
us could only imagine."  He replied and held up the newspaper he was
carrying under his arm.

That's when I saw the front page and headline which read 'The Telford
Returns'.  An in the subheading it read, 'Spirits Revisited By Local
Innkeeper'.  I had not seen the paper until this very moment and was
surprised to find that much of what I had told the journalist about my
ghostly experiences had made their way into the front page story.

Then he said, "Your mother was a psychic, medium and on occasion
clairvoyant.  Much like you, she could see the spirits that walk the halls
of The Telford and even spoke to them...  Arthur included."

"She knew Arthur?"  I asked very curious.

The man nodded and replied, "She spoke of him many times and feared him
more than any other spirit on the premises.  She's the one who insisted
that I wire up the breaker box to keep him locked up in his room.  She said
he would never come out as long as the power coursed through those walls,
like a jail cell for the non-living."

Hearing that, I could understand her theory but had of course now reached
my own conclusions about the effects of the electricity on the spirit of
Arthur Kindaid.  I told the man what I had come to believe and he was
shocked to think that all this time, they could have been feeding the
entity; Instead of hindering it as they had genuinely believed they were
doing.

"I've come to realize, that you can't confine them to a single room or even
a wing of the building."  I said.

To which he replied, "You mean even the door on the second floor addition
hasn't held them back?"

That's when I realized, that he was also the one who had installed that
doorway with the double door knobs at the junction of the Second Floor
Addition and was likely the same one who also installed the door at the top
of the stairs to the banquet area.  An all was in a failed attempt to keep
the spirits sectioned off within the building.

I sighed softly and replied, "No, I'm afraid not.  That's why I also had
that door removed.  Those spirits that reside down the hall are just
lonely.  They'd been neglected by their loved ones and left to die.  I've
since set them free to wander the halls as they wish.  Like all the spirits
that dwell within The Telford, they are free and under my protection."

I'm sure he could sense the seriousness in my voice and had little choice
but to accept was I was telling him.  After all, the hotel was mine now and
I had been entrusted to look after it as well as it's ghostly inhabitants.
Now knowing just how serious I was about everything, he asked if it would
be alright if he could visit the third floor and see where my mother had
passed away.

I was a little reluctant about it but decided there was no harm in seeing
where he had left my mother to die.  If anything, I hoped he would feel
remorse for what he had done.  The two of us made our way toward the main
staircase and as we did, I noticed that Jacob and James were now both
standing behind the desk in the lobby.  An they had clearly been
eavesdropping on our conservation the whole time.

I motioned for them to join us and with that, we all headed up the stairs.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the banquet area and the man walked
toward the window; Where my mother had been found.

"She would sit in that window for hours and hours, just looking out on the
world below."  He said somberly, "She'd look through the glass as if it
were a portal to another world.  Another time.  Of course I couldn't see
anything special about it but she had that gift to see what I never could."

I stood a few feet behind him as he looked over the window-seal, while
James and Jacob stood even further back and seemed to guard the entrance
way to the room.  I looked back towards them on occasion as I listened to
the man speak his emotional words.

"She'd spend many a day and night, just watching the world through this
unworldly lens and marveled at what once was.  All the while ignoring what
was still here and present around her."  He said and his voice cracked,
"You can't imagine what it's like to be so close to someone and yet feel as
though they are million miles away.  Each day she would move a little
further from me, until I just, lost sight of her somehow."

He was clearly upset by the idea of my mother, his wife at the time,
spending so much of her time looking out at the world; While completely
ignoring him and their marriage to one another.  An to be honest, I
sympathized with him.  It couldn't have been easy to watch her wasting away
up there without a care in the world for the present.

Just then, I heard James whisper to Jacob, "I think we know how he
feels..."

My son nodded and I felt my heart sink.  I believe that was the exact
moment I came to realize, just how much like my ill-fated mother I had
become over the many weeks.  I hadn't spent more than a couple of nights at
home with my family during the renovations and was now on the verge of
telling them, that I wanted to move into the hotel permanently.

However, after this stark revelation; I knew in my heart that if I allowed
myself to reside here full-time, that it was very likely that I would end
up succumbing to the very same fate as my mother.  That's why I had to no
choice but to turn to my son and brother as they watched the two of us from
across the room.

They looked back at me curiously and I stepped away from the man to
approach them.  There I stood between them and placed my hands on their
shoulders in solidarity.

James looked to me and Jacob looked up towards me as I said to them, "I get
it.  I'm coming home."

That brought a smile to my brother's face and he nodded as Jacob came over
closer to put his arms around me.  I felt him hug me tight and I knew I was
making the right choice.

Just then, my mother's ex-husband turned to face us and saw the way the
three of us were embracing each other.  I knew he likely didn't understand
the depth at which we felt for one another but he certainly understood our
bond.

He slowly walked over to us and said, "Cheryl would be very proud of you
boys.  All three of you.  An I'm sure she'd be happy to know that you've
restored this old place to the way she herself saw it, in her mind's eye."

"More importantly though, I believe she'd be happy to know that you love
each other the way she always said you would."  He said and was nearly
overcome with emotion, "Even before she left your father to marry me, she
saw your future and never thought twice about her decision to leave;
Because she knew you would be just fine without her.  A mother always
knows."

That's when even James began to get choked up and I hugged him as we tried
our damnedest not to cry in front of the man.

Then I cleared my throat and said, "I hope so...  I really do.  I just
don't know where we go from here, you know?"

The man nodded and without saying anything, I think we both agreed that it
was time to move on.  It was time for him to let go of her and for me to
let go of the hotel.  An it was painful for both of us.  I had once had
high hopes for The Telford and even thought about reopening it but now, I
just couldn't see that happening.  Nor did I feel right about selling it or
even renting it to some potential business minded person.  I just couldn't.
Not knowing the way the place was able to take hold of you as it had done
my mother and was very likely in the process of doing to me.

Nope, I couldn't let it go but I also couldn't remain here with it.  It was
going to be a tough choice to make but I had to close the doors on the old
Telford and let history be just that.  After all, I'd done all I needed to
do.  It was now fully restored and capable of weathering the next 100+
years or more.  There was plenty of money left over to allow me to keep the
lights on.  An with the video stream being broadcast worldwide, I could
keep an eye on things from the safety of our home.

It was with that in mind, that I thanked the man for coming to visit us and
assured him that there were no longer any harsh feelings between us.  I
understood why he had done what he did and could see that he was filled
with regret.  I tried to comfort him as best I could and offered to make us
all some lunch.

After all, I had food in the kitchen that was going to go to waste if we
didn't do something with it.  He agreed and we all headed back down to the
bar to enjoy a meal and to get to know my mother vicariously through him.
He was more than willing to share with us all that he knew about her and by
the time we had finished eating, I think my brother and I both felt a sense
of closure.

We had never seen eye to eye when it came to our mother but now we could
finally close the book on that chapter and move on together.  That's what
she would have wanted, you see.  In fact, she had very likely seen this all
coming and that's why she had entrusted us with her final wishes.

Not long after that, the man left and James and Jacob helped me to pack up
my things.  They carried them out to my truck and helped themselves to all
the left over food in the kitchen.  While they did so, I made my final
rounds and said a quiet goodbye to the hotel that had become my home away
from home.

I found myself overwhelmed with an incredibly calming sensation as I made
my way out of my bedroom on the third floor.

I stood in the large banquet area and said aloud, "Alright Simon, feel free
to use the bed while I'm gone."

I don't know if he heard me or not but I felt uplifted somehow as I existed
the banquet area and descended the stairs to arrive at the second floor.
For the first time, the feeling I'd often felt while upstairs, of being
somehow above it all, had now followed me down the stairs.  An it was as
though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

That very feeling was enough to bring a smile to my face as I rounded the
banister and continued my walk.  From the stairwell, I made my way to the
end of the East Wing and peered out of the door at the end of the hallway.
Then I checked to make sure it was locked, before turning around to walk to
the end of the West Wing.  There I checked to make sure the door was
secure, before turning around to make one final pass of the Second Floor
Addition.

I stood at the intersection of the two hallways and stared down towards the
door at the end.  Each of the doors in the hall were closed but sunlight
was able to shine in through the windows above each of them.  This sunlight
seemed to fill the hall with a warm and loving glow, that I had never seen
before.  It was welcoming and no longer dark and dinghy as it had been
prior to us removing the doorway from the intersection.

I felt proud in my belief that we'd opened up an entirely new wing of the
hotel and there was nothing to fear from entering it anymore.  The spirits
there had been set free to walk the halls as guests and no longer neglected
patients.  I stepped into the hall and walked down to the end to check that
it's door was locked; Just as I had done with the others and afterward, I
returned to the intersection without feeling the sense of fear or
claustrophobia.

I think it was then, that I felt a warm breeze blow through the building
and again, I smiled.  There was something very calming about this breeze,
that said to me, 'All is well here'.

That's when I stepped back towards the door to Room 5; The room with the
carpeted walls and placed my hand on the wooden door.

It was ice cold to the touch and I said aloud, "I expect you to behave
yourself now Mr. Kincaid.  Young Simon Patterson is in charge while I'm
gone and you'd best not give him any trouble."

I still had my hand on the door, when I felt an ice cold sensation travel
up my arm and I knew it was Arthur Kincaid reaching out to me.  He couldn't
hurt me and I had no fear of him doing so but he still had a way of letting
me know, that he wasn't one to rest so easily.

Knowing that, I pounded my fist on the door and just like that, the energy
that had traveled up my arm suddenly withdrew back inside the room and I
said aloud, "Arthur, behave."

Then with that, the ice cold sensation I felt emanating from the door
dissipated.  That was my cue to pull my hand back and resume my final
rounds.  Of course, before I could walk away I made sure the door to Room 5
was locked, dead-bolted and that the warning sign that had been screwed to
the door was clearly visible.

You see, myself and the spirit of Arthur Kincaid had come to an agreement
of sorts.  No one would enter his room and in return, he would never leave
it.  This meant that precautions had to be taken to make sure that no one
made the mistake of entering the room; By which violating our agreement.
The last thing I wanted to do was to give him any incentive to reek havoc
on the hotel or it's guests again.

So one of the ways I did this was by affixing a sign to the door, which
denoted the presence of the man's spirit and warned against entry.  This
was joined by a plague that hung just to the side of the door frame, which
included a brief history lesson about our resident evil spirit.

With his room secured and clearly marked, I resumed my walk and returned to
the stairwell to descend the stairs to the lobby.  Once there, I checked
that the plague I had placed on the wall at the foot of the main stairs was
there and clearly visible.  This plague of course denoted the presence of
the hotel's bellboy and gave visitors a brief history lesson about his life
and death.

I ran my hand over the metal plague and said softly, "May you never be
forgotten again."

Then I turned to approach the desk in the lobby.  I stepped behind and
through the door that lead into the small connecting hallway to the bar
room.  I walked through it and arrived to find that my brother James and my
son Jacob were there waiting for me.  They'd packed up the last of the food
and were ready to head out.

I put my arms around the both of them and in the very same instant, I
smelled the aroma of cigar smoke.  As we ended our embrace, we looked
around the room together and I knew that I wasn't the only who picked up on
it.  Despite our apparently inherited psychic abilities and impressions;
Neither James nor I had been able to explain the smell of cigar smoke or
attribute it to any particular entity that we had become aware of.

However, in a shocking turn of events; This just so happened to be when my
son Jacob turned to face the pillar that stood in the middle of the room,
mere inches from the bar counter.

He looked just to the left of the pillar and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Sam."

Hearing the boy call out to someone who was completely invisible to either
us, took James and I by surprise as you would likely expect.

"Who's Mr. Sam?"  James asked.

To which Jacob replied, "He's the old man over there.  The one smoking a
cigar."

Then my son pointed towards the pillar and James and I both gave it a
seriously hard look but neither of us could see who or what Jacob was
seeing.  That's when I thought back to the revelations made by the
paranormal investigators and the audio recordings they had made during
their visit.  In which, they had recorded several names played back to them
via a ghost box and one of them was Mr. Sam.

Who he was, none of us knew and likely never would but at least Jacob was
able to establish for us his presence.  That made it abundantly clear to my
brother and I, that my son had also inherited our mother's psychic
abilities in some form or another.  Perhaps, that's why the three of us
were as close to each other as we were.  Perhaps we had always felt that
psychic connection between us but had never given it much thought.

I'll admit, it was hard to imagine the three of us having lived all these
years without formally acknowledging our gifts.  I guess on some level we
had always just assumed it was our overactive imaginations playing tricks
on us and drawing attention to it, would have made us feel like fools.  But
now, we could rest assured that we weren't crazy but rather gifted.  I'd
even jest to say this gift was our mother's way of sharing something very
special with us boys.

Not wanting to seem disrespectful to the spirit in the room, I waved in
their direction and James did the same.  Even though neither of us knew
what the hell we were waving at, it somehow felt right.  It also helped to
make Jacob feel more inclusive or perhaps it was the two of us who were
wanting to feel that way around him.

Regardless of that, the three of us exited the bar and returned to the
lobby with our bags of food in hand.  It was there, that James and Jacob
made their way outside through the front door; While I stepped over to the
desk and rang the bell that sat upon it.  The sound echoed throughout the
room and even got the attention of my son and brother as they stood
outside.

They looked back in towards me and I said aloud, "We're checking out now.
It's all yours Mr. Patterson.  Keep things together until I get back, young
man."

An as I made my way toward the front door to join my family outside, I
heard the soft little voice of the bellboy echo from over my right
shoulder.

"I will, Sir."  He said and that's when I saw the look on James and Jacob's
faces.

They were both standing just outside the door and were looking passed me,
toward the main staircase; Their eyes wide and jaws open as they saw for
themselves, the spirit of the bellboy.

"Daddy, it's him.  It's Simon."  Jacob whispered in shock.

"Holy shit."  James gasped and I turned around to see him for myself.

An there, standing on the stairs was the young man; Dressed in his full
bellboy uniform with a smile on his face.  I tipped my head to him and
smiled as he saw us off one last time.  The three of us stepped outside and
I pulled the front door closed, locking it and doing so bringing this
chapter of my life to a final soulful close.

There was nothing left to now but get in my truck and drive away from this
place.  This wondrous, mystical, and mysterious Telford Hotel.  It alone
with it's beautifully rebuilt two-tier veranda and enchanting story, was
more unbelievable than any tale of fiction.  It was a place I would always
hold dear to my heart and think about for years to come.

A place I had come to think of as my home away from home.  A place that was
empty and yet full at the same time.  It was a enigmatic historic hotel,
that I would encourage everyone the world over to visit at least once in
the lives.  Perhaps in time, I would decide to open it's doors to visitors
and grant them the opportunity to be touched by the spirits that dwelled
within.  Of course, it was too soon to tell what I was ultimately going to
do with the place but for the time being, it would remain home to the many
spirits who had checked in but refused to check out.

That said, we climbed into our vehicles to begin the drive home and to give
the property's endless potential the proper consideration it deserved.
James and Jacob pulled out of the parking lot first and headed down the
street; While I took my time and gave the place one last long look.  It was
hard to believe that this might be the last time I'd get to see the hotel
and thinking that it really could be, I took a really long look at all that
I had accomplished.

It was as I was looking up toward the building, that I caught a glimpse of
someone crossing the street ahead of me.  I'd just noticed them out of the
corner of my eye and slammed on the breaks to keep from hitting them.  An
that's when I realized who they were.  My heart was racing as I looked dead
ahead and took in the sight of the old man; Who had for all this time been
sitting on the porch of the house across the street from the hotel.

Only now, he was walking across the street and silently making his way
towards The Telford.  I couldn't believe my eyes but couldn't look away
even for an instant as I watched him walk up the steps and onto the
veranda.  There he found himself a new place to sit.  Among the various
rocking-chairs that sat along the veranda, he took a seat in one and began
to slowly rock back and forth.

I looked at him with curious eyes and wondered what had compelled him to do
this.  Had be been waiting all this time, all these years, these centuries
for the veranda to be rebuilt; Just so that he could sit upon it once
again?

To be honest, I really don't know.  It seemed bizarre and yet somehow
predestined.  He sat there rocking in the chair and looking straight ahead
with the same blank stare as I'd always known him to have.  Only now, he
was on my porch instead of his own and looking towards the house with the
same eyes that had stared upon my building for who knows how long.

It wouldn't be until I returned home and had time to clear my mind, that I
would discover this creepy old man's identity.  It was as I was giving the
article in the front page of the newspaper, that had been written by the
journalist about The Telford; That I would happen to see an old black and
white photo attached of W.B. Telford.

I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw his uncanny resemblance to that of
the man sitting on my veranda.  Had the hotel's original owner been sitting
across the street all this time, watching as the renovations were
undertaken and upon completion, had returned to his beloved hotel?  To be
honest, I don't know.  An perhaps it's the not knowing that makes The
Telford all that much more mysterious.

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