The Tesla Gate by John D. Mimms Read Free Book Online

have any reason to believe it was not true. After all, I had seen Seth with my own eyes, heard his familiar voice and felt his hand with my own. But that was the rub as well. His physical features had an ethereal quality to them, his voice was the same but had an unusual echoing timbre, and his touch, well … that was the most disquieting of all.
    He was dead, but he was here with me, I had to accept that fact. I had to accept it or go mad. Perhaps this was a mass hallucination triggered in our minds by this unusual energy, or perhaps not. Only time would tell, but for the moment I would have to go with what I knew – Seth and his mother are dead, but Seth’s “ghost” remains here with me. I can now see him, along with possibly thousands of other loitering spirits, spirits that chose to remain here instead of going through their respective doorways – to quote Seth’s terminology.
    I don’t know that for a fact, but it explains why Ann is not here with Seth. It sounds crazy when you say it out loud. I’ll just go with the flow and continue to listen to the radio and … maybe drive around? They said to stay indoors until they had studied this phenomenon, which seems like sound advice, but I knew I just couldn’t sit around much longer. I needed to go back to … to what? Work? Even now I am thinking about work again … God help me.
    I focused on the radio for the next half-hour, hoping to find some reasonable answers to what was going on, but none came. The president spoke and said pretty much the same thing as the NASA scientist had, except for one intriguing point. Apparently he had just finished a one-on-one chat with President Abraham Lincoln in the Oval Office about an hour ago. I could hear the giggles and snickering emanating from the press corps, but the Commander in Chief’s resolute tone quickly silenced the skeptics.
    â€œI do not make these statements lightly,” the president insisted. “After careful scrutiny, I believe it to be our 16th president. How or why I am not certain, but that is all I can say on the matter at this point.”
    â€œCan you bring him out and introduce him?” one of the reporters asked.
    â€œI would gladly do that when the time is right,” replied the president, “but I will respect his privacy for the time being. That is his wish and I shall honor it.”
    â€œIs he going to live in the Lincoln bedroom?” a female reporter asked with a very large and probably cynical smile in her voice.
    The president didn’t dignify her question with an answer and quickly disbanded the press conference with the promise that more information would be forthcoming when available.
    I had almost completely zoned out everything else as an intense debate raged within my mind, one that was encouraged decades ago by Robert F. Ripley – “Believe it, or not.” I thought my head was about to explode when I felt something cold on my arm. I jumped in surprise and looked down to see Seth’s smiling face.
    â€œCan I have some Chockit Berries?” he asked.
    This had been such a common request over the past two years since he gained an appreciation of Chocolate Berries cereal, which is why his request didn’t really strike me as unusual at first. It would take a few minutes for the relevance to become clear.
    â€œSure,” I answered, still a bit distracted from his frigid touch. That was going to take a lot of getting used to.
    He happily skipped from the room and bounded down the stairs. Did I just see his feet disappearing into the hardwood floor as he pranced? If not for the encounter in Seth’s bedroom earlier, I would have dismissed it as a trick of the light, but after observing the tiny Jedi hero clutched in his hand, I think I might have.
    I slowly got up and followed down the stairs. I had just reached the top of the landing when I heard him rummaging in the dinnerware cabinet for his