The story of the Amityville murders is presumed true, but know that this story is a work of fiction. It is not my intention to exploit or mock the events that allegedly took place in 1975. Bear in mind, not all events mentioned in this story are accurate.
iCarly: The Amityville Horror
Prologue
The night's air was dead silent. The air was hauntingly cool. Clock hands formed out 3:15. Ronald DeFeo Sr. lay next to his wife, Louise in bed. The two were still, their breathing gentle. In another room, Dawn tossed and turned in her bed until she found a comfortable spot. Allison slept a few feet away, her mind at ease after her math test was out of the way. Down the hall, Marc and John slept on opposite sides of the room, snoring moderately.
Two feet stepped up the steps, creating creaking sounds as the boy got closer to his destination. A rough, sweaty hand loaded the Marlin 336C rifle. The voices raging in his mind, compassion or memories were no longer holding Ronald back.
A loud buzzing sound began to erupt from outside the windows, slicing through the silence like a knife. Ronald continued up the stairs, inch by inch, growing ever closer to them. Finally, it would all be over. The man slowly slid the door to his parents' room open, making a slight, but much too loud eeking sound. Inside, the two were asleep, not suspecting anything.
Ronald licked his lips, aimed the gun at his father, and fired. Louise awoke, and sat up, startled. "Ron," she began to say. "What..."
The young man fired again, and his mother was silent. However, Ronald Sr. was still writhing in his bed, clenching his wound. The boy pulled the trigger, and lodged a fatal bullet into his father's body. Fearing his mother may have survived, Ronald Jr. buried another bullet in her stomach, then left the room.
The buzzing continued, as the did the vicious cries of the voices. "Kill them. All of them," they demanded. Ronald turned a corner, and entered the girls' room: they were silent in their beds. All but Allison, who had heard the gunshots, and was hiding in the closet. The young man shot each girl in the back, then searched for Allison. At last, he spotted movement behind the white slotted door to the closet, and kicked it open.
"Ronald," said Allison, her voice timid and scared. "What happened to Mommy?"
The girl's brother lowered the gun to her forehead, and pulled the trigger. The girl fell on her back, her eyes closed, and her breath still.
Now, only two remained: it would all be over soon. Ronald walked into his brothers' room, and made it into a resting place for the two. Finally, the voices were silent, and the buzzing had calmed.
Ron looked around at his brothers, laying still on their stomachs with looks of anguish scarred on their faces. Throwing down the gun, Ronald ran to Henry's Bar, sweat pouring from his forehead, and his heart pounding viciously. "You gotta help me!" he yelled to the men and women in the bar. "I think my family's been shot!"
Newspaper articles shot off of the presses, reading "Man kills family", "Ronald claims demonic possession caused him to murder siblings and family", and "Nightmare in Amityville: six dead."
In the year 2005, Spencer Shay purchased the very same house for a bargain price. In a few days, the young man, his sister, Carly, and Carly's friend, Sam, who was living with the Shay family at the time, due to her mom's employment out of state, would be living in a beautiful Dutch Colonial home overlooking a small canal, in the city of Amityville.