The Haunted Fuck House(12)

“August 27 – Nothing turned out as we planned! Serena and I came down to the tea, long after the men had arrived. We were beyond being fashionably late and as we entered the room, we discerned from their fixed expressions that their tempers were raised. Smiling as if nothing was amiss we sat down and requested the pacing men to join us. They took a seat as we rang for the tea tray to be brought in. The housekeeper brought in the teacart, and after casting a quick glance around to ensure that we had everything we needed she silently left the room, pulling the door closed behind her. How odd when for the past several weeks she’d been watching our every move. Perhaps it was so she could listen at the keyhole; little did we know that she had left the house shortly after serving the tea. Making idle conversation with the men, we passed the teacups around asking if they wanted cream and sugar. The eldest of the four, was also the tallest. Mr. Stevenson started to laugh and pronounced he woul