The Evil of Manor

Manor,
30th July, 1675.
Dear Sarah,
I have just received your letter regd. your arrival to Manor. It’s been a long time since I have seen you, but fearing your own safety, I feel that you should refrain yourself from coming.Please go through the letter carefully, and learn the atrocities of the Lord of Manor.

The Lord of Manor is a very rich landlord and owned much of the lands we see here in the moor. The Lord aged in his 40’s is a very arrogant and wicked person. Every night the Lord of the Manor would drag a girl from the nearby villages under his purview, to his mansion in the moor, and the whereabouts of the girl wouldn’t be known afterwards. Most of us were of the opinion that the girl would have been brutally raped and murdered. None of us had the courage to revolt against him. Some of us have even begged his mercy, but of no avail. His wicked antics continue to date, and most of the families fearing the same fate for their girls have already left the moor. The moor is now a desolate place with no life in the visible horizon.
So this is an earnest request from your sister, for you not to come to the moor. I will see you and mommy, soon in Worwickshire, the next year.

Your loving sister,
Jones.

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“About 40 odd graves were discovered in his backyard, sir”, continued sergeant Levy “they are trying to open those sarcophaguses to find out the causes of their deaths”. For more than 300 years, the mansion and the moor were almost uninhabited. A wealthy family brought the mansion, and they moved into it recently. The graves were discovered by chance and police are investigating now.

“Sir, we found an old diary of the caretaker of this mansion. Perhaps it has some clues”, sergeant Levy handed over the diary to the Sheriff Watson. The Sheriff opened the document and started to read the diary.

“It is 18th August, 1674. My Lord has a penchant for girls and hunting. Every day he would hunt down a deer or a boar with his .30 mm caliber Saber gun. And then he would abduct a girl from the nearby village, bring his prized hunt as well as the girl to the mansion. He would then, lock the girl up in the bedroom. My Lord then proceeds further to the hall and drinks by the hearth. Like every day today also it’s the same. After drinking heavily he fell down on a bed nearby in a fully inebriated state. I always had the pity for these abducted girls. So I have devised a plan for these girls to escape. By the time he regains consciousness, I would ask the girl to pretend as if she were dead and ask her lay down in a coffin. My Lord would eventually wake up and he would ask for the girl. I would say that she killed herself in grief and fright. Then I would proceed further with the coffin to the backyard, and bury it. My Lord would be watching all this. After digging the grave and placing the coffin into it, I would cover it up with dirt, with the intent of saving the girl from the grave and hence from the clutches of my Lord after he retires for the night.“

“This used to happen every day, until today. It is 13th August, 1675. This particular day, my Lord abducted a beautiful girl from the village. Her cheeks are as red as petals of a rose. Her lips, so tender and delicate like that of a fish, her eyes so small and round like that of a baby. However, she was seized by a paroxysm of trepidation.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. Now that I am very much peeved with my Lord abducting beautiful girls like this every day, I have decided to put an end to this frenzy. I have decided to kill my Lord, so that no more abduction would take place and that the people on the moor can live happily ever after. After the Lord drinks and drops down inebriated, I would place him in the coffin and bury him forever. So I spoke to the girl, and both of us hatched a plan for the same. Suddenly I heard some commotion in the next room when I sat down to note the same things into my diary. The lord has woken up and he is raging in anger. Perhaps this would be the last word before I am shot de…….”

The Sheriff finishes reading the diary. Apparently the Lord over heard the caretaker’s conversation with the girl and in a fit of rage must have shot him dead.
One after another all the coffins were opened. Each coffin had the same story to tell. The inner walls were scratched with nails, and it was apparent that the caretaker never rescued any of the girls whom he promised elusion, and that girls died in the coffin due to asphyxiation.

“Sheriff”, called out sergeant Levy, “Look at this last grave. It must be of the caretaker”. They opened the coffin and inside it was the body of what appeared to be that of a noble at the time of his death. He was killed by a gunshot across his skull, and beside him lay a .30 mm caliber Saber gun.

Sergeant Levy yelled in funk, "That means the Lord of manor himself is the ......!"