• Jack crawled over to the other side of the bed, he stretched out his long, lanky arm out to find a stinging sensation in his forefinger, not knowing what it was, he steadily looked up and saw a distorted figure in the back of the room. He could see a glimmer of blood rolling slowly down his sheep pale skin. The figure became clear, it was a tall, red haired man looking grimly down at the blood spattered knife he was holding, you could see the tears traveling slowly down his icy face as he drew the knife high. Jack looked at his hand, it had been severely stabbed, and he couldn’t move. He stared at the man and back at his incredibly gash. “I’m so, so sorry...” said the man as the knife met Jacks head, such a gruesome end for such a innocent man. In two quick hour’s, the bedroom of the Amityville house became a crime scene. Detective’s investigating every nook and cranny of the huge, historic house, a house that hold’s a lot of stories. On November 13, 1974, police discovered six members of the DeFeo family. Father, mother and four of their five children shot and killed execution style at 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville, New York. By 1977, the DeFeo home would be the center of a haunted house story that experts labeled a hoax. But was it just the government keeping this gory story? This puts it into perspective, around the house, they found 4 year-old Jenny daughter of the Gin family, shot in the stomach by a Shotgun, Mark Gin, in his room they found 9 bullet holes and a empty shotgun leaning on the side of his bed. But he was not shot, he was stabbed, the same way Jack was, tiff, wife of the murderer, stabbed in the chest 7 times and finally, Jack, the eldest of the children, all stabbed or shot. The murderer was called Frank, he was know to be a friendly figure, but the 28 days they survived, something clicked, he turned violent, arrogant, except when he wasn’t near the house, he was fine then. The people say he turned evil, possessed by the devil, thought everyone was a demon, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang….

    A detective walked in the front door wearing retro aviator sunglasses, a dark grey funnel trench coat, skinny suit trousers, converses and black leather gloves, he was young, about 20, and should be out with his friends, not working. You could see paparazzi girls giggling and blushing at him while the flashing lights drain out there speech. He stepped in from the pouring rain and took his coat of. In a flash, he was upstairs, down stairs, not saying a word as he carefully picked things up, jotted notes down and nodded at the forensics as they did their part gathering samples and such. A man, probably about 40 ran over and timidly said ‘Found anything Detected Andrew’ Andy looked at the man, smiled, and said in a deep, friendly voice ‘Call me Andy, and unfortunately, no, he probably went mad like this house is said to do to you, I can feel a slight unease know.’ The man looked at him and said ‘Chris, Chris Doll, the new head of the Amityville’s police force, I’m assuming you came from NYC?’ in a know confident voice. ‘well, how did you know I came from the city life?’ Andy said sarcastically ‘Anyway, I have been thinking that we start and investigation here. As in us two stay here up to the 27th day, because the 28th day is the day you, apparently go mad’ It took a few seconds for Chris to register this, eventually he says ‘Are you sure, I mean, its very dangerous.’ You could see Andy giggling then looking at his phone ‘Well, it looks like the frightened small town police officer cant handle what I would have done if I were 10, and your 47, more than twice as old as me.’ You could see anger lighting up in Chris’s face as he grabs andy shoulder and says in a calm tone ‘Well, lets see if a big city detective and do a small town job’ Andy turned around, smiled and said ‘Bring it on’ in a confident voice.

    Day One-11:30pm
    ‘I think we should sleep in the same room so we have an eye witness if we experience any supernatural activity, we shall also keep cameras in each room to back up our evidence, also microphones in each room so if there is any activity, we shall pick it up on sound as well’ said Andy in friendly tone, but it had a frightened edge to it. Chris looked at him and then said ‘I’m going to go get some beer out of the car, you stay here.’ Andy nodded and sat on the edge of his bed, his fist clenched tight as he heard noises in his ear, he couldn’t make them out, though. He just sat there, stiff as a frozen nail, unable to stand or move, scared of what may be lurking in the corners of the room. All of a sudden, the door flung open and in came Chris with a large pack of Guinness and WKD. ‘What do you prefer Alco pops or beer? I thought as you were young you might like some WKD?’ he said in a quiet tone, ‘Toss me a beer then’ Andy said in a slightly more aggressive way than usual. ‘Are you okay there, Andy?’ said Chris in his usual calming tone. ‘Yeah, my girlfriend left me for another guy.’ He thought ‘what a crap excuse’ and he sipped at his beer. ‘Well, you know what my momma use to say? You should always give you’re old toys to the less fortunate, hay?’ ‘Yeah, lets get some sleep’ said Andy, realizing what time it was, 3:00, they set up the cameras and bugs, they did it quickly because by the time they finished it was 3:10, they got into there beds and had there first attempt to sleep. The minuets went by slowly, 3:11, 3:12, 3:13, 3:14, 3:15. Andy shot up to see a girl with long, black hair looking down at him with piercing black eyes, in here stomach was a bloody hole. Andy just stared back into her oblivion looking eyes, the clock changed to 3:16 and two arms extended from the ceiling and dragged her upwards, but she carried on staring at him as he writ down ‘Strange occurrence at 3:15’

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