Thursday, November 10, 2011

Post Halloween Musings

Last week’s Halloween happenings got me thinking, as it does every year, about all things spooky and creepy that have happened to me in my life.

And to this day, when I think of things that have happened to me that give me the creeps, THIS is always the story that comes to my mind:

I was 6 years old in the Winter of 1975. Even though we had only been living on Long Island for a few years at that time, a common thing for my family to do was to go house hunting on the weekends. I don’t think we were really in the market to buy another house and move, but checking out other houses was something to do. Hey, it was 1975…. What hell were we SUPPOSED to be doing with our weekends….stare at my Pet Rock and Lava Lamp?

Anyway, it was a typical practice for my folks to check out the local newspaper, read of a house that was for sale, and then pack me in the car and head out to take a look at the place. Little 6 year old Slyde always thought of it as an adventure.

Except for ONE time.

We had pulled up to a house that my parents had read had recently come on the market. I remember my parents talking about being surprised how cheap the place was being sold for.

As we pulled in front of the house, I remember it being a large white house, right on the water, with 2 large windows overlooking the second floor. I remember seeing a gazebo in the backyard, right next to a dock that you could pull a boat up to.

On paper, it sounds like a great home, right?

But, until the day I die, I will remember the feeling I got when I first saw that house…..

It wasn’t excitement, or awe, or even childhood indifference….

It was fear.

Pure, unexplainable, pants-peeing fear.

I remember not being able to explain it to my mom. The house just felt…… wrong.

I got this bad vibe from every part of the house. The windows looked like evil eyes staring down at me. The gazebo looked wicked and dangerous. The quiet backyard looked like something bad was going to just pop out at any second.

I remember my father getting out to take a look around, while my mom and I stayed in the car, and I remember totally freaking out, screaming for my dad to come back inside.

In the end, my agitation got to be too much for my parents, and we ended up driving off, never having set foot inside that house.

It wasn’t until a few days later when I heard my mother talking to the real estate agent on the phone, that we learned that the house we had visited was the house that, only a few months prior, was the very home in which 23 year-old Ronald DeFeo, Jr. decided to wake up in the middle of the night and murder his entire family.

You might know the house by its more popular name……

The Amityville Horror.

Anyway, a few months later, the Lutz family famously lived there for 28 days, generating a half dozen films and making that place one of the most famous haunted houses in the world.

Now, were the Lutz’s nothing more than full-of-shit media hounds making up a story to get rich, or did they really spend 28 days in Hell in that house that, to this day, still stands not 10 miles from where I’m typing this?

I honestly don’t know, but I CAN say that here I sit, almost 4 decades later, still grateful as HELL that I never set foot in that house……

And as close as it is to where I live, I STILL have never gone back for another look……

19 comments:

Heff said...

You DILLHOLE !!

If you had HALF A SAC, and moved there, you could have had A MOVIE MADE ABOUT YOU NOW !

B.E. Earl said...

The house looks totally different now, by the way. Changed all the windows on the house and the roof so people don't recognize it. I still wouldn't want to live there.

Wait...was it 1975 or 1974? (This is where you call me a dick)

sybil law said...

I'm with Heff. Pussy!

(I kid, I kid! Still - you'd be craaazy rich now, probably.)
Great story, though!

Slyde said...

heff: yeah, and i might be dead, too!

earl: he committed the murders in nov 1974, if i recall. The lutz's moved in in dec 75.

I remember the murders had just recently happened, so im pretty sure it was winter 74/75

sybil: i'd probably be haunting someone by now

B.E. Earl said...

Actually, I was just making fun of you. In the third paragraph you start by writing "I was 6 years old in the Winter of 1975." Then, a few sentences later, you write "Hey, it was 1974..." Which, I'm sure, you will fix and then claim to not know what I'm talking about. It's the little dance we do.

Slyde said...

i dont know what you're talking about...

B.E. Earl said...

Child...

Chantel said...

LMFAO!! You shitheads totally killed the "spook" with that conversation!!

But seriously, you gave me chills.

And it's been years since I heard someone called a "dillhole."

MarkD60 said...

THat is Freakin spooky! Wonder why you felt that way? Maybe there was something to the the murders claim he was possessed....

Tracy said...

I say I would have gone in, but honestly, as much as I love horror movies, I think I will keep to the screen.
And what is up with that video.
I keep watching it to. I would love to give him a smack or two. You can see by the ease of how he does this, it is not the first time. He is a dick head.

Slyde said...

earl: adult! wait.....

chantel: years? that was my first dilhole....

mark: you never know. i dont remember take much stock in that kinda stuff but ill never forget that house...

tracy: agreed... but my favorite part is that afterwards, he keeps trying to dance... and with gusto!

Bouncin' Barb said...

Slyde, I believe you totally. Kids know this stuff. They just do. And if you did move in, you wouldn't be here commenting on my blog.

And thank you for the offer to take care of the person I wrote about. It was Bruce. My Bruce. The man I care for and have lived with for 4 years. So you have my permission Mr. Sicilian bodyguard!!! You totally rock.

Chris H said...

'dillhole'... that's a new one for me!
That house does look evil.

Marlene said...

Aww come on, I'll hold your hand. It can't be that bad.

meleah rebeccah said...

Oh snap! I am super glad your GUT instinct could feel that house was SO wrong! YIKES!!!!!!!!

Jill/Twipply Skwood said...

I have goosebumps now. :-0

elizabeth said...

First - yeah that is creepy. We stopped at this old abandoned farmhouse once and this creepy guy peeked his head around a corner inside and I've never been the same. I ran screaming and never went back. But I am pretty damn sure your story is better... I would have totally gone trick or treating there. That would kick ass.

The Accidental Somebody said...

C'mon Slyde...let's go get us a super duper large package of depends, a camera, and a voice recorder and go ghost-hunt that bastard!

Yeah I'd be too chicken too but can you imagine the shit you'd find??

Cocaine Princess said...

WOW! That is one amazing story. You defiantly must have been feeling the evil for you to feel such fear at a young age.

PS: Have you seen the remake of Amityville with Ryan Reynolds.