In 1918, while the deadly influenza pandemic
was busy decimating the wold's population something even more terrifying struck
the little town of Killville Massachusetts.
Albert and Eleanor Drury, the richest couple in town and their two children
lived in the western hills of town in a mansion overlooking the apple orchards.
Albert not only owned the orchards but also the textile and button factories
that employed half of the town's adult population. Their children Egremont
and Beatrice were the perfect little darlings. Egremont was an A-student at
the nearby Williston Academy and Beatrice excelled at Northampton's School
But on a cold night in November these two little darlings turned into two
ferocious little devils. They first struck Eleanor. They're attack was fast,
vicious and final. The county medical examiner later guessed that she had
been impaled with a fireplace poker in the most unmentionable of places in
excess of one hundred times.
Next it was daddy's turn. after rendering him unconscious with a well placed
crack on the melon with a croquet mallet, they tied him to his favorite chair
in the reading room with baling wire. The twins then proceeded to skin him
alive, starting with his face and working their way down. He lasted three
days in the infirmary.
Although the Commonwealth of Massachusetts had begun trying juveniles in a
separate court in 1879, this practice was waved to satisfy the public's outcry
for justice and it was decided that young Egg and Bea would be tried as adults.
Found guilty, Egremont and Beatrice were sentenced to death and the judge
booked them a ride on Ol' Sizzlin' Sally for November 12th 1925, seven years
to the day since the grisly murders. But apparently it was their lucky day
and the chair mysteriously malfunctioned and the gruesome twosome were led
giggling back to their cells. Friday November 13th however, proved to be quite
unlucky for the little creeps and this time the executions went off without
Their brains were sent off to Harvard for study of the criminal mind or some
such nonsense and the rest of their carcasses were buried in the family plot
up there on the orchard. Some folks swear that they've heard giggling at night
in those trees.