Happy Halloween, my friends! Instead of showing my costumes of Halloween past and present, I’m going to share a slightly (and even then, not so much) scary story. And for the sake of honesty, I don’t have a definite costume this year. I found out at 10:15 last night that I had to go into work and I don’t think my resurrected martini costume would have went over well. I found a very old flip phone of mine the other day, so my new plan is to contour the shit out of my cheekbones, try to wing my eyeliner and go as Adele from the Hello video. Specifically the 3 second part where she’s got her hair in a messy bun because I’ll have no time to do my hair. That’s the plan, we’ll see what happens. Also, I need to find a sea witch to steal her voice for me.
Anyway, the “scary” story. About two years ago I went apple picking in the Hamptons with a group of my friends. One of whom (who?) lives on Long Island and knows it extremely well. On the way back I noticed that we were driving through Amityville. My wheels started to spin and I asked if we were close to the Amityville Horror House. Turns out we were and my friend knew exactly how to get there.
On our way, my friend was saying how she doesn’t really like going past the house and how it’s really creepy. I wasn’t convinced but I needed to see for myself. The people who live there now don’t want anyone on their property, which is totally understandable, so we had to do all of our snooping from the car. No problem, I do my best snooping from the backseat.
If you have never heard of the Amityville Horror, let me fill you in. The story goes like this – the DeFeo family lived in a (very nice) house in Amityville, Long Island. One night in November, 1973 the oldest of the DeFeo children, Ronald, murdered his parents, two brothers and two sisters in the house with a rifle. This is where things get a little Hollywood and I’m not 100% sure of facts. The next family that moved in claimed that the house was possessed. The walls bled, they heard people telling them to get out, etc. Either way, bad things happened at 112 (now 108) Ocean Ave.
We approached the house and since I was so excited to be there, I wasn’t paying attention to where everyone else was looking so I took 20 pictures of the house next door. Once I got myself situated and in the right direction, I felt it. There was a bad feeling around the house. All of a sudden I got very uneasy. It was almost like Ronald DeFeo was still in the boat house in the back (where he supposedly stayed before he called the police. Or where he hid from them, I don’t remember), watching us. It just wasn’t a nice feeling. It just felt like, as I said before, you knew automatically that bad things had happened there. Nicole, who was in the car also, says she didn’t feel that way. I think she’s nuts, but to each their own. All I know is, I’m glad the owners don’t want people on their property, giving me a reason to definitely stay in the car.
I posted that picture to Instagram last year. I, of course, have since traded in the phone I was using at the time so God knows where the other pictures of the house (and the neighbor’s) went.
So that’s my not so scary, but definitely creepy, Halloween story. Hey, I tried.
What are your plans for Halloween? Have you ever passed the Amityville Horror house (or anything else like it)? Did you feel the evil?