Tonight being All Hallows Eve, and with the goblins, witches and ghouls flitting the streets, terrorising one and all in the dark night air, I thought tonight might be one for a brutal murder story.
It all came about on a summers day in July of 1862.
Down in the village of Sutton (Sutton Poyntz) lived a what had once been normal working family in one of the old row of cottages.
Head of the family was Richard Cox, a man in his late 60’s, who was old before his time, crippled and no longer able to work regularly, frequently having to rely on the parish for relief…a pauper. Living with him in the house was his wife Mary, and 3 of his sons, John , Isaac and Jacob.
Isaac and Jacob had moved out of the village, they had travelled further afield in an attempt to find employment, but…
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