He tied them up, cut them all over, and then drove nails into their heads and… well, the way the story goes, those that survived the nailin’ he put to task. He burned them, skinned them, and hung them up in the main lobby by their ankles. Then he kilt himself. Swallowed a bullet. Not ‘fore he raped them, of course. Not their livin’ bodies, mind you. He raped ‘em cold. Mr. Dobbsin, he was an infamous bastard. People came from all over to look at the house where thirteen harlots was butchered. The hauntings, they started shortly after his death.
