Concord's Colonial Inn: A Short Story

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The overnight shift at the front desk of Concord’s Colonial Inn is a lot like most small inns. After the last guest is checked in, restaurants and bars closed, there’s paperwork, reports and printing out bills for those checking out in the morning to keep you busy during those hazy hours of sleeplessness. One evening, the quiet of the lobby was interrupted by a woman, whose attire made it fairly obvious that she had dressed in a hurry, running wild-eyed into the room. She conveyed in no uncertain terms that her room was haunted, that she would not be spending the night anyplace in the inn, and that someone was going to have to go up to her room and pack her bags, as she was not going back under any circumstances. The staff at the Colonial…show more content…
“He said he didn’t see anything that he could describe, just this feeling that someone was in the room watching him that he couldn’t shake. Finally, he shouted out ‘leave me alone, I have to be up early for work in the morning and I have to sleep!’ He said it was as though he could feel someone moving to the door and it just left, and he went to sleep. Weird!” The history of Concord’s Colonial Inn goes back literally to the founding of our country. As those of you who paid attention in history class will remember, Paul Revere’s destination on his famous ride was to Concord, Massachusetts, where he was to alert the locals that the British were coming to seize the local militia’s weapons and gunpowder, which was partly stored in a building which was later to become part of the Inn. Room 24 is in the adjoining building, which at the time housed the office and residence of Dr. Timothy…show more content…
My companion dined in the main restaurant, Merchant’s Row. Boasting “an elegant yet welcoming atmosphere,” it’s at once upscale and also comfortable. There are hints of early American decor to be sure, but it feels a bit more continental than colonial. My lady friend had the shrimp and cheddar fritters off the small plate menu ($12), and pronounced it yummy. She also pronounced the Huckleberry Lemonade to be an especially tasty and potent concoction. Being a traditionalist, I opted for the yankee pot roast, which did indeed melt in your mouth. It seemed pretty obvious however that perhaps it wasn’t entirely traditional, as the crisp vegetables and mashed potatoes obviously wasn’t cooked in the same pot as the roast. The cornbread rocked as well, and it was all washed down with liberal quantities of Mayflower

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