The Plessy House

Some people swore that the house was haunted. It was almost a mansion; certainly menacing compared to the rest of the homes on Plessy Drive. There was nothing really quaint about it. The house was built in 1935 by an architect by the name of Francis Davis. Davis had been hired by a wealthy man who had some sort of political status and had favored everything English. The man loved the preliminary system, fish and chips, and Tudor styled homes apparently because that was the structural style of the establishment.
After this politician’s death, he had come down with some sort of illness, the house and the property surrounding it went up for auction. There was a fairly large crowd on auction day and the bids were competitive as the price rose to over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The home was eventually sold purchased by a successful business man who was apparently very good with the stock market and was looking for a place to live outside of the city, where he could settle down. The man’s name was Brandon Plessy and he would end up owning almost half of the town within five years.
Mr. Plessy married the town’s beauty, Emily Stanford, and they went on to have two little boys. Plessy renamed a few establishments in town and the very street he lived on after himself. To this day the old house he used to live in is known as the Plessy manor. Of course, the house was only considered a manor after the Plessy family made a few substantial additions around the turn of the century. They added a greenhouse, covered porch, and a fairly large office extension off the left wing. Mr. Plessy also ordered the construction of an in-ground pool complete with a pool house building within the expanse of the back yard.
The Plessy family was powerful. Their home was an obvious demonstration of their success and became a sort of town jewel. During the summer, one could hear the extravagant parties being held almost every weekend at the Plessy property. The home was so lively; almost never without visitors. The little Plessy boys could be seen on a regular basis playing cricket or badminton in the front lawn. The family held somewhat of a celebrity status throughout the county and mad e it very plain that they did not mind the attention.
The trouble started nearly a decade after the original purchase of the house. Mr. Plessy had stopped coming home from the city as often as he used to and there was talk of a possible affair. Mrs. Plessy remained in town with the boys but was not heard from very often. Some claimed to have seen her walk around the house alone on a daily basis, while others swear they never saw her after her husband stopped coming home. Either way, the family became distant from the town with only their magnificent home to represent their existence.
One day Mr. Grandson, the local banker, make an uninvited trip to the house because Mr. Plessy had been missed a bill payment, which was against the man’s very moral nature. To the horror of the entire county, Mr. Grandson reported that he had found the two little Plessy boys in the pool; apparently they had drowned to death. After stepping into the main foyer, Mr. Grandson testifies to finding Mr. and Mrs. Plessy hanging from the second floor banister; their bodies dangling side-by-side. Nothing was ever the same again after that.