Kevin Brophy

Peter

In 1850 Virgil Garth built this mansion with the gold that was pouring out of his mines. Since then, four generations of Garth's have lived here. Until twelve years ago. The last people to live in the house were Raymond and Lillian Garth, and their four children. Now Lillian Garth was a hopeless simpleton. About the only thing she was good for was child bearing, and she didn't turn out to be too hot at that. First child she bore; Raymond was a boy. A mongoloid boy they called Morris. Now Morris brought great sorrow to the Garth's...and they immediately set about to have another child. And they were soon cursed with a baby girl; Suzanne. And she was so hideously deformed that it was impossible to tell from looking at her if she was male...or female. At with her father's immense disgust, she used to drag herself around the house with the help of her one...good...leg. Now the Garth's were very fanatical about their privacy. They didn't want to have to be dependent on anyone else, so they isolated themselves up here. That is why they never put in any modern utilities; there's no gas...no electricity...and no phone. So again they tried to have a child, and within the year the Garth's added Margret. But unfortunately it soon became apparent that poor little Margret could neither hear...nor speak...nor see. But good old Ray was determined and he decided to have one last goal. So Lillian got pregnant again. And she carried the child for ten and a half months. Until finally she delivered a little "Gorth" named Andrew. Andrew never spoke a word in his first fourteen years. He just made these grunts and groans like the sounds of wild animals. Now Raymond Garth lived isolated in this house for fourteen years with this freakshow, until he couldn't stand it anymore. Twelve years ago he assembled the entire family in the parlor. And then he took his dear wife Lillian and he strangled her to death. Then he took the mongoloid son Morris and he bashed out whatever little brains he had with the fireplace poker. Then he took the deformed little Suzanne and he impaled her with the same poker. Then he took the deaf, dumb, and blind little Margret...and he slit her throat. And then Raymond Garth got a rope and hung himself to death; leaving the cruelest punishment of all to his fourteen year old "gorked" out son Andrew, who was forced to witness the slaughter...of his entire family. Now when the police arrived, they discovered a note written by Raymond Garth describing the entire gruesome act. But strangely they only discovered three dead bodies. And young Andrew was nowhere to be found. All they searched the house as thoroughly as they could...but still only came up with three corpses. Andrew...Andrew is still believed by some...to be living somewhere...within this house.

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Peter	Why is this night so special?
Denise	Because 12 years ago Raymond Garth killed his family here and then committed suicide!

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May	Jesus. You know if you guys spent half the time studying instead of setting up these stunts, we'd all be graduating with honors.
Scott	What a little tw*t. We should have left her behind.
Peter	Why? Her behind is the best part. We should have kept her behind and left the rest of her.

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Scott	Isn't it about time we start the initiation?
Peter	Nah it's still early. Look at Sekowski. He hasn't even barfed on the trophy case yet. And the front windows still aren't broken.

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Peter

In 1850 Virgil Garth built this mansion with the gold that was pouring out of his mines. Since then, four generations of Garth's have lived here. Until twelve years ago. The last people to live in the house were Raymond and Lillian Garth, and their four children. Now Lillian Garth was a hopeless simpleton. About the only thing she was good for was child bearing, and she didn't turn out to be too hot at that. First child she bore; Raymond was a boy. A mongoloid boy they called Morris. Now Morris brought great sorrow to the Garth's...and they immediately set about to have another child. And they were soon cursed with a baby girl; Suzanne. And she was so hideously deformed that it was impossible to tell from looking at her if she was male...or female. At with her father's immense disgust, she used to drag herself around the house with the help of her one...good...leg. Now the Garth's were very fanatical about their privacy. They didn't want to have to be dependent on anyone else, so the isolated themselves up here. That is why they never put in any modern utilities; there's no gas...no electricity...and no phone. So again they tried to have a child, and within the year the Garth's added Margret. But unfortunately it soon became apparent that poor little Margret could neither hear...nor speak...nor see. But good old Ray was determined and he decided to have one last goal. So Lillian got pregnant again. And she carried the child for ten and a half months. Until finally she delivered a little "Gorth" named Andrew. Andrew never spoke a word in his first fourteen years. He just made these grunts and groans like the sounds of wild animals. Now Raymond Garth lived isolated in this house for fourteen years with this freakshow, until he couldn't stand it anymore. Twelve years ago he assembled the entire family in the parlor. And then he took his dear wife Lillian and he strangled her to death. Then he took the mongoloid son Morris and he bashed out whatever little brains he had with the fireplace poker. Then he took the deformed little Suzanne and he impaled her with the same poker. Then he took the deaf, dumb, and blind little Margret...and he slit her throat. And then Raymond Garth got a rope and hung himself to death; leaving the cruelest punishment of all to his fourteen year old "gorked" out son Andrew, who was forced to witness the slaughter...of his entire family. Now when the police arrived, they discovered a note written by Raymond Garth describing the entire gruesome act. But strangely they only discovered three dead bodies. And young Andrew was nowhere to be found. All they searched the house as thoroughly as they could...but still only came up with three corpses. Andrew...Andrew is still believed by some...to be living somewhere...within this house.