The house wasn't evil...What happened in it was
The Amityville Horror
Chapter One: The Arrival
The Shays' red Buick drove off the highway onto a gravel road. After passing under several rows of trees, Spencer arrived on a yellow, dirt road, drove on it for a few feet, then turned into a long lane, which lead to a large Dutch Colonial house. The nearest house was at least five miles away, and the air was silent. The sun danced across the canal, whose waters gently splashed against the grass surrounding it.
"This place is beautiful," Carly exclaimed. "How'd you get it so cheap?"
"I don't know," Spencer answered. "No molt, foundation problems...That guy just seemed like he wanted to get rid of it."
"How many rooms are there?" asked Sam.
"Not sure," Spencer replied. "There's a ton, though. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of space."
Once Spencer parked the car, the three walked up onto the porch, opened the doors, and looked inside: The inside of the house of dark with wooden floors, large windows, and furniture covered with white sheets. Cob webs dangled from the walls and every corner of the living room.
"Creepy," Sam exclaimed.
"Looks like no one's lived here for awhile," added Carly.
"It just needs some cleaning up," Spencer replied. "Come on...This is our home. Let's enjoy it."
The two smiled, and set to work cleaning. Once all the grime was cleared away, the house was more inviting, but still maintained an uneasy feel to it. Suddenly, Carly stopped dead in her tracks as she was carrying a box. "Huh," she said.
"What's up?" Sam replied.
"I feel... weird," Carly answered. "It feels like... Like something's...hugging me or something."
"Hugging?" Sam asked, trying to understand what her friend was experiencing.
"Yeah," replied Carly. "It feels...good. Like I'm really at home."
"Calm down, Carls," Sam joked. "Help me move this box before you get moved in."
"Okay," Carly giggled. The brunette grabbed the side of the box opposite of Sam, and carried it to the other end of the room.
"There we go," said Sam as she set the cardboard box on the floor.
Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound pierced the girls' ears. The two yelped in pain, grabbed their ears, and vigorously searched for the source of the noise. The noise was like thousands of flies beating their wings as they tore through the very their very ear drums: unending, vicious.
"What is that?" Sam yelled, growing enraged.
"My ears feel like they're about to bleed," Carly replied, the pain becoming unbearable.
No sooner than it started, the sound stopped. The girls took their hands off their ears, which were still ringing.
Spencer walked into the room, holding a lamp in both of his hands. "Hey guys," he greeted, his voice happy. "What's up?"
"You didn't hear that?" Carly replied.
"Hear what?" Spencer asked, setting the lamp on a small wooden stand.
"That buzzing sound," Sam answered, her voice growing upset. "How could you not hear that?"
"I don't know," replied Spencer. "Hey, you two wanna get a pizza for tonight?"
The two looked at each other. Suddenly, the ordeal didn't seem so important. "Sure," the girls answered almost harmonically.
"Alright," Spencer said. "I'll start the car up." The young man jogged outside, and got into the Buick.
"What do you think that was?" Carly asked her friend.
"No idea," replied Sam. "This place gives me the creeps."
"Ditto," Carly added. "It'll take some time to get used to. In a few weeks, it'll feel like home." The girls ran out to the car, and road into town with their guardian.
Once the three arrived at a local pizza parlor, the sky had grown dark, and rain was pouring down. The gang ran into the building, their hair and clothes soaking wet.
"Nasty one out there, aye?" the chef asked the group.
"You said it," Sam replied, showing her discontent, but also her ability to not sweat the small things.
"You three new in town?" asked the adolescent working the cash register. "Havn't seen yuh around."
"Yeah, we just moved in," Spencer responded. "Bought that place by the canal."
"The Colonial house in Amityville?" asked the chef, growing nervous.
"That's it," Carly answered.
The staff and several customers looked at one another, different thoughts running through their heads.
"Something wrong?" asked Spencer, not understanding the people's reactions.
"You don't know the story of that place?" the chef replied.
"What story?" Sam asked, growing interested.
"...About thirty years ago," the chef began. "A man named Ron DeFeo went mad inside that house, killed his entire family. Claimed spirits made him do it."
"Did the realtor tell you that?" Carly asked her older brother.
"No," Spencer replied. "He didn't mention anything about it."
"Hey," called out an older man with brown hair and graying sideburns. "Don' let Donnie scare you. All that stuff they say about that place 'er just folk tales."
"Well, what do they say about it?" asked Carly.
"...They say it's haunted," the chef answered. "Just...be careful." The man winked at the gang, then returned to the dishes he was washing.
Carly, Sam, and Spencer looked at each other, growing shocked.
Lightning struck outside, creating a second of blindness for everyone in the parlor. The rain fell harder on the windows.