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 For Girls.
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 a hitch.
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.