Thank you all for the comments and reads! I'm glad that you're liking this paranormal story. So, I already wrote out the first five chapters of the story previously, so I just wanted to go ahead and post them. Bear with me as I continue to write the next chapters.

FYI - Ava has been working at Graceland for about two weeks.

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A loud bang woke me up mid-dream a few nights later. I bolted up out of bed and looked around my dark room, and my heart was speeding away as I was taking heavy breaths.

"What the heck was that?"

I got out of bed and went out to the living room and kitchen that were open to each other. Once I turned on the light, I noticed one of my pots sitting on the kitchen floor. I stared at it, wondering how it got there. I never asked Elvis how things moved on their own. Was that a paranormal thing or... no windows were open, so the wind didn't do it, and that pot was sitting on the counter. Someone would have to shove it off with some force.

Elvis was solid. He could do that.

I huffed through my nose in irritation. "Okay, Elvis, if that was you, you better have a good reason for waking me up at two in the morning when I have to be at work in a few hours." Nothing. "Elvis? If it wasn't you, who else did this? Is there another spirit lurking around that I should know about?"

It was like I was in one of those ghost hunter shows, and I was asking if anyone was here with me. The paranormal was starting to become second nature with me.

"Who knocked my pot onto the floor?" I asked with more irritation. "You know what? Whatever. I'm going back to bed. And whoever did that, don't do it again, please."

I turned off the light and went back into my room. It was dark. I got back into bed, and as I was sitting there about to slip myself into my covers, a light passed by outside, maybe by a passing car, and in that light, I saw a flash of a man standing in the corner of my room. I gasped, but then he was gone after the light flashed.

"What the heck...?" I muttered, blinking several times. "Who was that? Hey, who are you? C'mon, I saw you just now, and you were most definitely not Elvis. He would've said something."

Honestly, I couldn't make out the man's face since I saw him for a second. Shaking my head of it all, I got into bed, and I glanced at that corner again. A light went by, but the man didn't appear. A little rattled by what happened, I slipped into my covers.

"Just go to sleep."

I did so, and it seemed like five minutes passed before my alarm went off. Groggily, I got up, showered, and got ready. As I stood in my bathroom and was putting my wet hair into two French braids, one going on each side of my head, I heard something in my ear, like a breath. I whirled around, but no one was there.

"Who's there? Are you the man from last night?" When no one answered or appeared, I said, "Gosh... my apartment's becoming haunted. Thanks, Elvis."

Or maybe I was just more aware of the unexplainable now.

"Elvis," I began. "So... changing the subject here... I need help regarding how I'm going to go about telling your family about you and that you want to give them a message. Have they seen you before? Would they not be surprised that you appeared to me and talked to me?"

I finished my hair and quickly did my makeup. I was running out of time. I needed to be at work in fifteen minutes.

"Okay, maybe I'll talk to you at work."

I left the bathroom and went out to the living room and kitchen. My heart nearly jumped out of me when I saw Elvis standing there near my coffee table. And, boy, he was one hot spirit.

"So, you are here," I said, and I went into the kitchen and got a granola bar out of a cupboard above the sink. "It wasn't you who pushed my pot onto the floor last night, was it?"

He still stood there, silent, as he stared at me.

"Well, aren't you going to say something?" I looked over at him, and I creased my brows. I was starting to feel worried. Was that what he was feeling? "Hey, what's wrong? I can feel your emotions, you know."

He nodded. "The person who threw your pot last night wasn't me. You saw the person who did it."

I stepped closer to him, not surprised that he knew that. He knew quite a lot. "Yeah... Do you know who it was?"

"Try to remember his face."

I thought back to the memory. "I only saw him for a second."

"You thought it was me for that second, didn't chya?"

"No... I mean, I don't think so. You would've said something if it was you."

"But you thought it was me."

Where was he going with this? "I guess... I don't know. I was tired and irritated from being woken up. Won't you just tell me who it was?"

He nodded solemnly. "Okay. Well, he wasn't me, but someone who looks like me."

I stared at his blue eyes, and I forced my mind to recall that man's face. It was only for a second... a man who looked like Elvis...

Both of my hands flew over my mouth when I realized it, and my granola bar dropped to the floor. "No way..." I said under my hands.

"You figured it out?"

My hands dropped, yet my whole face was full of shock. "That was your twin Jesse Presley!" His head nodding caused me to collapse onto my sofa. "No way... the person who knocked my pot over... the person who I saw for that one second..." I looked up at him. "It was Jesse?"

"Yeah. He's just shy. I told 'im to not wake you up, but he wanted to get your attention somehow."

"But... he was a baby when he died."

"Well, I was a middle-aged man when I died, but I look like I'm in my twenties. That's just what happens. I've told ya that already."

I wouldn't go into the rules or whatever for spirits. "Well, okay, but he got my attention last night, and... I yelled at him because of it." I looked around the room. "Jesse? If you can hear me, I'm sorry I got mad. It's just... you woke me up. Any person would be mad about that." I looked back up at Elvis. "He heard that, right?"

"Most likely. I wanted 'im to join me this mornin', but like I said, he's shy."

"This is so interesting. So, how is it to have your twin by your side again?"

"Well, this life is a blip in eternity, and before this life, all the human race was together. It was as if we said 'see ya later' when we were born, and then it was as if a second passed and we were together again."

I tried to wrap my head around that. "So... we, like you and me, could've known each other before this life, then?"

"Yeah, exactly. But we have the privilege after we pass to see some of our friends from before. People here just don't remember. It's a long conversation for a different time since you're late for work now."

I gasped and checked my phone. "Oh, crap, you're right! Well, I have a darn good excuse for being late." I stood up and got my purse ready. I also picked up my granola bar. "So, why did you look and feel worried earlier?"

"I was just worried that you would feel malice towards Jesse, but that's not the case anymore, once you found out who it was that woke you up. I think sometime in the near future, you'll see 'im." He snickered. "Like that Ashton guy, he has quite the crush on you. That's why he's shy."

"Wait a minute, what?" Elvis suddenly vanished. "Hey, you can't just say that and vanish! Elvis!"

He never came back. I huffed through my nose and left. At work, I always was looking around the house for either Elvis or Jesse. How loony it was that I saw Jesse, Elvis's legendary twin that never had the chance to be alive, and the guy was crushing on me. A spirit man was crushing on me! Was that possible? Well, I learned that spirits could feel emotions, so why not romantic ones? Could Elvis feel that way towards me or was he too focused on his mission?

No, Elvis loved gorgeous women. I wasn't gorgeous. According to some, I was beautiful, but not a step above that.

"This is so nuts," I muttered as I went into Vernon Presley's office, and I saw the little TV there that had that interview Elvis had after he returned home from the army on a constant loop. I watched it for a moment. The Elvis that I knew was younger than that in looks.

"If only I was around to actually meet you," I muttered as I held my pail full of cleaning supplies. "I wonder if I went back in time, you would somehow feel that you knew me."

Who knew? It was pointless to think since time travel wasn't possible. Well, I never thought being friends with a spirit was possible, either.

I got to work and started dusting. As I was doing so, something fell to the floor since I heard a thud. I turned around from the desk and saw a pen on the floor. My brows creased.

"Wait, that pen was just on this desk. How...?" It came to me, and I smirked. "Hey, Jesse? You in here somewhere? You like to move things, apparently, to get my attention. And good on you to move something when I'm awake. Well, as awake as I can be at six in the morning." Someone laughed, and it wasn't Elvis. "Jesse?"

Someone walked in front of the window to the door, like a shadow, and I gasped. I instantly walked out of the office and saw no one outside. It was just getting light out.

"I knew I saw someone, and it wasn't any of my coworkers. Hm." I went back inside the office. "Jesse, I would really like to meet you. Could you maybe throw something to let me know that you're around?"

I waited for a minute, and something fell onto to the floor right in front of me. It was a penny. I bent down and picked up. I saw the year—1935.

"Whoa, that's the year Jesse and Elvis were born," I muttered, then loudly, "Did you throw this? Hey, you can show yourself, you know. I'm won't bite. And I'm used to seeing dead people now. Sorry... spirits. I'm used to seeing spirits."

A whisper came to my ear in a male voice, and it said, "I'm scared..."

My heart dropped on its own. I was feeling him, his sadness. "Hey, it's okay. Don't be scared. Jesse?"

I waited a moment longer, then I heard footsteps outside. They stopped at the door, and from the shadow through the window, I knew that it wasn't Elvis or Jesse. The person came into the office.

"Hey," said Brenda. "So this is where you are. I've been looking for you everywhere." I still held the penny, and she noticed. "Found a penny?"

"Um, yeah." I put it in my pocket. "What's up?"

She noticed the pen on the floor as well, and she picked it up. "This is Vernon's desk pen."

"Yeah... um... listen... I didn't touch that pen. It was thrown onto the floor. I heard the thud and everything. It was sitting on the desk one moment, and next, it thudded to the floor."

She stared at me. "Really?"

"Yeah. I swear on all those graves in the Meditation Garden. It didn't freak me out, though. This place is haunted, and I've come to accept that." Really, she had no idea just how haunted it was.

"Indeed, it is," she said and placed the pen back on the desk. "Let's just keep this to ourselves, okay?"

I knew what that meant. "You don't believe me."

She stared at me with concerned eyes for a moment. "Honestly... and don't take this the wrong way, but... you've been actin' strangely lately. Is there anythin' goin' on? Is there anythin' I can help with?"

I pressed my lips together, not wanting to blurt out what was wrong with me. I had to come up with something, though. "Um... I had a wild thought..."

"And what's that?"

"I think Jesse Presley is haunting the property as well."

Her eyes widened. "Jesse Presley, Elvis's twin?"

"Yes. I think..." How could I say this sound as realistic as possible? "It's just a feeling. I feel like he is. I know he was a baby when he died, but he could be here as a spirit man... I don't know..."

She was silent for a moment, contemplating this. "It could very well be. The whole family could be roaming the property, it's just Elvis that was always seen."

"Or it could be Jesse since he looks like him."

"It's very possible. Now, I wanted to come and find you so we could head to the main Elvis Enterprises building for a meeting. Susan wants to talk to us about a few things since the Presley family is comin' in a few weeks."

I placed my hands in my back jeans pockets. "Okay. I'll be right there. I just... well..."

I didn't know what else to say, but Brenda nodded nonetheless. "Okay. See you again in a few."

She left, and right after the door shut, the pen was thrown again, and it zoomed right passed my left ear. I heard it whip passed. "Whoa!" It landed on the floor in front of the door. "Holy..." I looked around. "Okay, Jesse, that almost hit me, you know. And how can you throw objects without me seeing you, huh?"

There was no answer. I retrieved the pen and put it back, then I left the office. Sometime, Jesse would show himself to me. Honestly, I was intensely curious about how much he resembled Elvis in looks—what he could've looked like had he lived and grown up. I had a feeling that I would find out soon.

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The meeting was through at a quarter to eleven, and my coworkers were beginning to head out. Pretty soon, it was just me and Ashton sitting at the conference table in one of the rooms in the Elvis Enterprises Inc. brick building. The room was adorned with posters of Elvis from all stages of his live, mainly the 50s and 70s.

"You're going to bore a hole in my head, you know," I remarked as I slung my purse strap over my shoulder and stood up out of the swivel chair.

"Sorry, you just look really cute today, with the braids."

I touched my French braids, and I felt heat creep into my cheeks. I noticed that he was staring at me throughout the meeting. "Um, thanks."

Ashton smirked. "You're blushin'."

He was so good-looking, it was annoying. I had to keep my head about me. "So what if I am?"

He stood up and rounded the table and took a few steps closer to me. He stood a couple feet away. "Then that means you like me."

"Ashton, we're not going to have this conversation, are we?"

"I've been waitin' for an answer from you for a couple weeks now, and... well, I don't really wanna come to terms with the fact that you don't like me, too."

Well, I had no choice but to have this conversation with him. "Ashton, I've already told you that I have a little crush on you, and we agreed to be friends right now. I'm going through some stuff, remember?"

"Some stuff that takes a couple weeks? Elvis showed himself to you when you first got here, and..."

"Ashton," I cut him off. "That as a pretty traumatic experience for me. You know that. You carried me out of that bathroom as I was out cold."

"I know. I guess... well, I guess I'm just selfish." He took a step closer, so he was a foot away, and that meant he was close enough to just lean in and...

I backed up. "I'm sorry, Ashton. I guess I'm just going to tell you flat-out no. We're not going to happen at this point." Especially since I knew Elvis personally. My whole heart was filled with him at the moment.

Ashton's features sagged. "Are you serious? You say you like me, then... to tell me no when you could've all that time ago? That's kinda cruel, you know."

My heart made a sharp leap in irritation. "Cruel? Ashton, look, I..."

He took my shoulders and backed me up against the wall, and he was about to lean in to kiss me when he suddenly hollered. He backed away and clutched his left arm.

"Something freakin' hit me on the arm!"

We both looked around frantically, and when nothing was found, Ashton took one look at me, then left out of the room, completely horrified. I was left in the room, wondering what happened. He was hit on the arm... but with what?

I looked on the floor, and near the chair I just sat in was what looked like a pen cap. I went to pick it up. "This hit his arm." I stood up and looked around. "Okay, Jesse, time to show yourself."

Something passed the open door in the corner of my vision, and I gasped. I ran out into the hallway, my purse forgotten at the moment since it dropped from my shoulder before Ashton pinned me to the wall. No one was around.

"Gosh, these ghost men..." I exhaled and got my purse again. I left the building and got into my car, but then I saw a white figure in my side mirror. "Oh my gosh!" He was farther away, heading towards the mansion. "That's probably Jesse!"

I left the parking lot and headed to the mansion. As I was driving passed it, I saw that white figure again, heading up to where the employee building was. My heart racing, I followed him, and when I got there... he was gone.

"Wait a minute!" I hollered. Regardless that we weren't supposed to be on the property passed 10:15, and it was about 10:45, I went through the gate and onto the concrete pathway that led to the house. Tours would start pretty soon.

"Jesse? Was that you I saw?!"

As I had my back turned from the house, I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and it felt different than Elvis's. My heart beating wildly, and my little hairs standing on end, I slowly turned, and I let out a gasp. Standing there, dressed in white, and illuminating like a lightbulb, was a young man who looked similar to Elvis... but wasn't him.

"Oh my gosh..." I awed. "You're..."

He stepped up to me, and he smirked in a way very similar to Elvis's smirk. He had the same dirty-blonde hair color and the same physique. And he had blue eyes! "Yeah," he said in a voice that was, again, similar to Elvis's, but wasn't his. "I'm Jesse Presley. It's a pleasure to me you, Ava. I'm sorry for wakin' you up last night."

This was Elvis's twin brother that he never had during his mortal life but did in his spirit life. "It's... okay. Um... wow... you're really his twin. You look so much like him."

"That would make sense, wouldn't it? Uh..." He put a hand on the back of his head. "Well... my brother told ya some things, and I'm kinda embarrassed. I wanted to meet ya, but..."

He was acting like any shy guy would around the girl he liked. "It's okay, Jesse." I stepped up close to him so I could have a good look. "Holy cow, you have the cheekbones and the eyes and the hair... the smile... wow... This is so cool!"

He snickered and held out his hand. He was trying to greet me. I extended mine, and... I touched his! He was solid like Elvis! And like Elvis, he didn't have a temperature, just what I felt outside. No heat and no pulse.

"It's such an honor, Jesse," I said. "Really, after hearing about you..."

"I know. I didn't live because God had other plans for me, and..." He looked down at our clasped hands. "This is one of 'em. I hope to be friends with you like you are with my brother."

Some emotion caught my throat, and I flung my arms around him, and I could feel all of him! He stood there, stock-still as I hugged him. "Oh my gosh, are you kidding? Of course you can be my friend, Jesse."

"Um..." he mumbled, and I giggled.

"You have a crush on me, huh?"

"I told Elvis not to say anythin'..." he grumbled. "I'm mortified."

Laughter escaped me, more because of how unbelievable this