Blakely Augustus Barnimum the Third walked down Baker Street after a long day at the quaint little flower shop that had been in his family for years. The Barnimums were old money. They were the founders of the town of Bakersburg; this made them not only well respected but also nearly untouchable. Blakely Augustus Barnimum the Third was the last of the direct line of the Barnimums. He was a queer fellow and though everyone in the town thought ill of him no one would dare to say so. These were thoughts the inhabitants of the Bakersburg kept to themselves.

Blakely was a tall lanky man and in fact if it where not for his thousand dollar Italian suit one could easily mistake him for an ape-like devolution of man. He had a long curved nose and slicked back hair that made him look like a 1920’s gangster. Spite his aggressive appearance he was not a violent man, in fact he was very well mannered and well versed. A queer man he was never the less. He spent all of his time locked up in the old Barnimum Manor, apart from when he was working in the family flower shop. Blakely rounded the corner from Bakers Street onto Barnimum Lane, his giant arms swinging at his side.

At the end of Barnimum lane he began his ascent up the long stone path that climbed its way up the large hill, which the manor sat atop. Blakely’s tall lanky form, silhouetted by the sun, made it’s way up the lengthy path to the front doors of the giant Manor, which seemed to grow out of the earth reaching toward the heavens. Blakely swung open the monstrous doors of the Manor that engulfed even him. He switched on the lights and the enormous entrance hall illuminated exposing the ancient looking interior, which was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. He shouted in the direction of the spiral staircase that it’s way up into the darkness of the second story of the old manor.

“Mother, I’m home.”

A withered old voice sounded from upstairs. “My dear, come see me I’ve missed you.”

“I’ll be there in just a moment mother.”

Blakely ascended the old spiral staircase, creaking as he went up into the darkness of the second story. He emerged at the top of the staircase and flipped a switch and instantly the lonely hallway was doused with gloomy light.

“Blakely my dear, come to me, come to your mother I’ve missed you,” called a voice at the end of the hall.

“I’m coming mother.” Blakely stated coolly.

Blakely reached the door at the end of the hall. It creaked as he opened it slowly. It was a dusty room, lit with candles and an old kerosene lantern that lie on the bedside table. He took a seat in a rickety chair next to the old bed.

“Did you have a good day Blakely my dear?”

“ Yes mother, how was yours?”

“ Blakely why don’t you give your mother a kiss and tell me all about your day?’

“ Yes mother.”

Blakely slid back the vail of the four-post bed, exposing the rotting corpse of his mother. Blakely Augustus Barnimum the Third kissed his mother gently on the lips.