The Baron, who was master of the Manor in the late 1890's was a quiet man who liked the simple things in life, especially music. And that is what he loved about Elizabeth, his bride to be. Not only was she beautiful and very smart, but could play her harp with such magic. He couldn't get enough of the notes that her fingers strummed across the strings. Soon they were married with more fanfare than the Manor had ever seen, and a big party was thrown in their honor.
The friend who had introduced them proposed a toast to the couple, and as they drank, Elizabeth suddenly fell ill. They could not save her and with her in the Baron's arms, she passed on into the next realm. A cry that was said to be heard for miles sounded through the garden and the halls of the mansion. After a day or two, it was learned that the wine was poisoned, and that his best friend had done it, out of jealousy. In anger, he played nightly, considering his revenge on the killer. Soon he got his chance by challenging the scoundrel to a duel in the Manor's garden. Even though he was drunk, he insisted and the man was only to happy to oblige, for the Baron was the only one who could pin him to the murder. Soon it was over, and the Baron lie bleeding on the ground, in the same spot as his beloved Elizabeth.
Like so many other spirits that haunt the Manor, he was not able to move on past his emotions, so his spirit remains here. He has never been seen though in ghostly form, though one can still hear the haunting melody coming from the grand piano in the conservatory. On very quiet nights, one can hear crying and words of revenge uttered in the breeze.
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