The Legend
The year was 1912, the steel industry in Pittsburgh was booming and prosperity was prevalent across the city. At the forefront of this economic expansion stood one Pittsburgh family; the Acres. Rorgoth Acres and his stunningly beautiful wife, Dritha, were the sole proprietors of the Acres estate and commanded over the steel mills located in the South Side of Pittsburgh. Rorgoth worked tirelessly to assure that all was going according to his strict and stringent plans on site and Dritha managed book keeping and keeping up with the power couple’s lavish amenities.
As the expansion of the mills continued throughout the early 1900′s, power and greed began to take a toll on the couple’s marriage. Dritha, content with the fortune that had been accumulated, was interested in bringing new life into the world. Rorgoth wanted no part of such a matter. In his eyes the new child would drive a wedge between himself and his beloved enterprise. Years would pass before Dritha would bring a newborn babe into their wealthy family tree.
1922 brought wealth and new beginnings. On November 12, 1922; Rorgoth and Dritha 
welcomed a new addition to the Acres estate; Theodore Acres. News reports flooded in when the story went public. The Pittsburgh Gazette reported; “Young Theodore is set to be King of Pittsburgh”. Unfortunately, by Theodore’s first birthday, medical problems became apparent. Young Theodore began experiencing epileptic-like seizures while sleeping, a condition now known as Night Terrors. The constant need for the child’s medical attention soon began to pull Rorgoth and Dritha further apart. A choice had to be made for the power couple, relinquish their fortune and fame to care for their child or continue to push for further financial gain at the mills.
Rorgoth was not prepared to give up his life’s work for the infant in question. As time past, he threw himself into further into his work. The strain of his family life and ever growing demands from his fortune began to take a toll on Rorgoth. Young Theodore was left without a father figure. The only glimpse of his former father provided to Theodore was when he visited him at the mills. Rorgoth treated the poor workers in his mills and factories mercilessly, grinding them down at every chance, like the wheels in his mills.
In 1942, the Acres family suffered yet another tragedy. Rorgoth Acres was struck down by a massive heart attack and passed away. This had little effect on Theodore but a pronounced effect on his ailing mother. She took a gun to her mouth later that year. Theodore swore that when his beloved father passed and his fortune was inherited and when he took over the company that things would change; and they did. Young Theodore implemented fair wadges, benefits, and cleaned up and assured a safe and productive work environment in all of the Acres steel mills.
In the Fall of 1943, Theodore fell in love with one of the worker’s daughters; a young nurse named Caroline. The two had a whirlwind romance and soon announced their engagement to the public.
Determined to pursue additional repair for what his father had done, and guided 
by his sweet and gentle bride, he donated generously to build resources for the community of workers. The sweeping family estate grounds, was used to house a new hospital. Rorgoth had been an avid collector of the unusual, and had housed these items within the Acres estate.
These pleasantry of this boom in morale were unfortunately short lived. On the eve of October 1, 1951. The lifeless bodies of Theodore and Caroline were found at the base of the grand staircase. Much investigation was to follow the deaths of Pittsburgh’s most prominent couple, however, no cause of death was ever determined and the case went cold. On the eve of April 4th, 1952, only 6 months after the first deaths; the caretaker, his wife, and all three of his children were found dead in the manor at the same location as the Acres family. Again, investigations into the untimely deaths began however no cause of death could be determined. Both cases were officially closed the spring of 1954, the manor was boarded shut and no living soul has passed through the gates since. Some local legend says that the house itself took the lives of the fallen, some say a maniac lives within the walls of the manor shrouded in darkness watching and waiting…
Welcome to Hundred Acres Manor…
