I recently wrote a fiction about creeping to the occupied Amityville house at night and looking around in the dark, the merits of which would be that I could fill in my special Amityville Almanac – a notebook on which to comment on my discoveries.
My desposition:
“Ah was walkin’ into the grounds of horror, keeping my almanac fresh. Not wanting to be aghast, I crept and kept to the shadows – which was easy at night! The feeling of being watched surrounded me, like a cold blanket from on yonder. Trying the south-facing front door and expecting it to be unlocked, I was in luck. I crept inside, my goat-flesh boots hammering on the inner door step and I thundered my legs up and down like Victorian brass pistons. I was weary of perhaps making too much noise with my rampant stamping, and yet a sixth-sense alerted me that I hadn’t awoken any occupants on my sneak-journey. A shiver passed over my bones, quickly to write these feelings in my almanac, I needed a source of light to write under.
In the main lower hallway now, I found a light switch and depressed it’s upper. Light flickered on both downstairs and upstairs. I filled in my almanac with my emotional testimony and content with my progress, I turned off the light. Blinded again by the darkness that my eyes had not yet become accustomed to, I stumbled and fell over a chair just inside the living room. Pain throbbed in my hip as I pulled myself off of the floor, cursing myself for being too eager. As the pain subsided, I discovered a belly full of butterflies, an anxiety which I would suffer again and again on this trip into Hell. Making my way to the cellar door now, with the moonlight as my evangelistic guide, I paused at its entrance and grasped the handle. Pulling the heavy wood door open as wide as I could, I used all of my weight and muscle to slam it closed, a catastrophic bang resonated and I was sure that outside there were cats scurrying away in fright. My broad shoulder hurt deeply from slamming the door. In my panic I dropped my almanac.”
To be continued…
Thoughts?
My Amityville Story
- Julabard
- how strange...
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My Amityville Story
Okay, I see you there! There's a 12 gauge shotgun, waitin' for anybody trespassin'!
- Julabard
- how strange...
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Re: My Amityville Story
I figured this story was so amazing that i'd make an audio / video version for you all!
Okay, I see you there! There's a 12 gauge shotgun, waitin' for anybody trespassin'!
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- Princess
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Who is the voice in the audio/video? I love that voice, very cool. 

- Tim
- The monkey supplied the glue.
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kathyM wrote:Who is the voice in the audio/video? I love that voice, very cool.
I'm gonna guess.........Danish accent??
"Things of this nature happen quite frequently,and when they happen to families, they usually close the door and they don't talk about it; and unless these things are talked about, they'll never be understood." - Kathy Lutz
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- Princess
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My bad
Julabard, I thought you were a girl. I see from your picture on the Jacobmarley dating thread that you are most definitely not! Is that your baby in the picture? Very cute.

- Julabard
- how strange...
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Re: My Amityville Story
Ya, I'm a guy and that's my boy Henry 

Okay, I see you there! There's a 12 gauge shotgun, waitin' for anybody trespassin'!
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- Princess
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He is cute!
I would like to hear more of your story, please continue.
I would like to hear more of your story, please continue.
