Murder Time, Fun Time

Not So Humble Beginnings

“It was the year of 1898 when it happened, about midsummer,” said the old maid,” when Mistress Sarah Marie Blairfyre was born.” She shifted in her seat uneasily and slithered out of it and stared at the window toward the Blairfyre mansion up the hill.

“Ma’am, is something wrong?” questioned the 15-year-old girl, patiently waiting to hear the tale of her long dead parents,” It’s if you can tell me of their horrors,

I am going to find out sooner or later.”

The maid replied “yes, I know dear, they were your age when your mother said...” she trailed off unable to say the four frightful words, mistress Sarah said that one frightful phrase… “when she said, ‘murder time, fun time’... that was when the terrific horror began.”

she shuttered “but,” she paused “mother was said to be a very kind nurturing woman...” she was interrupted mid-sentence by the maid.

“please, “she said softly “just let me tell the story, my dear.” She nodded, and the maid continued her tale.” This was also the day she met your father, Sir Damon Jonathan Dragonfrayr.”

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“It was the year of 1898 when it happened, about midsummer,” said the old maid,” when Mistress Sarah Marie Blairfyre was born.” She shifted in her seat uneasily and slithered out of it and stared at the window toward the Blairfyre mansion up the hill.

“Ma’am, is something wrong?” questioned the 15-year-old girl, patiently waiting to hear the tale of her long dead parents,” It’s if you can tell me of their horrors,

I am going to find out sooner or later.”

The maid replied “yes, I know dear, they were your age when your mother said...” she trailed off unable to say the four frightful words, mistress Sarah said that one frightful phrase… “when she said, ‘murder time, fun time’... that was when the terrific horror began.”

she shuttered “but,” she paused “mother was said to be a very kind nurturing woman...” she was interrupted mid-sentence by the maid.

“please, “she said softly “just let me tell the story, my dear.” She nodded, and the maid continued her tale.” This was also the day she met your father, Sir Damon Jonathan Dragonfrayr.”

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“You see dear, that was the day she met your father and that was also the day she fell to such a horrific fate,” stated the old maid “for I was the maid who was eavesdropping that fateful evening and was the one who neglected to tell your long dead grandmother about what was said that night.” The young girl looked at the maid with frightened eyes and looked down quickly, trying to hide her frightened expression and also her shame.