I have always had an obsession with The Amityville Horror.
Ever since I was a kid, the movie, along with the book, has fascinated me. My love of all things horror began at birth, but this was different because it was based on a true story.
Everyone I knew, including all of the adults in my life, believed this to be an account of a real life haunting, and even more disturbing was the fact that it supposedly began with a possessed man who shot his entire family to death as they slept in their beds.
None of them woke up, even though there was no evidence of drugs in their system.
And none of the neighbors heard any shots fired even though a silencer had not been used. The supernatural element came into play full force a year later when the Lutz family moved into the house, complete with some of the previous family's furniture. After only a month of what they described as frightening and life-threatening paranormal phenomena, they abandoned the home, leaving all of their belongings.
Most of us know the claims made by the Lutzes and what they experienced during their thirty days of horror. The green slime that appeared in keyholes, on the rug, and walls. The demonic entity that appeared to the little girl as a pig and sometimes could make its physical presence known to others by cloven hoof prints in the snow, or a pair of glowing red eyes staring in the window. The young son having his hand flattened by a window that slammed shut by itself. The way every member of the family began sleeping in the same position, on their stomachs, the position the murdered DeFeo's had all been found in their beds. George Lutz consistently waking up at 3:15 am, the same time as the DeFeo murders.
But the one thing probably most famous in this horror story are the swarms of flies that appeared even though it was winter. In the movie version they attacked the priest while he was giving his blessing, and then the demonic voice screamed for him to, "GET OUT!"
Well it just so happens that I had the opportunity to live in the Amityville house this week. Relocated to West Chester, PA.
Life is just determined to place any obstacle, any setback, any problem in my path to make my daily life more pleasant. Beginning on Thursday I started noticing flies buzzing around my basement, which conveniently happens to be where my office is. One or two would appear, I would kill them. Then another two, and then another, and so on.
This would be unusual even on a summer day. I rarely have had flies get into my house. But the fact that the weather here in West Chester has been as cold as the low 20's at times this past week is what makes it unusual and concerning.
Because as of now, Saturday, December 7th, day three of this fucking shit, I have killed approximately, no lie, about 35 to 40 flies. Having gone to Home Depot last night and bought some fly traps, even though the activity has slowed down, it is still happening. There are now four flies caught on one of the traps.
There is just something unnerving about seeing insects you typically only see in summer alive and well in your home during a bitterly cold week during the month of December.
It was truly wonderful yesterday being in four fucking meetings at work while flies buzzed around my desk, attracted to the lights on the ceiling, the light of my computer screen, and anything I may be eating or drinking. My irritation grew by the hour until the point where I felt like a fucking psycho as I became more determined to kill each and every one of them. This led to increased frustration as I would kill two, only to have two more appear minutes later.
The fuckiest part of all this is. Yeah I know, not even a word - but I am using it as one because I am feeling quite fucky tonight myself - is that I have a very strong feeling I know why this is happening.
Could it be that we had an unusually warm Fall and that the insects did not die off and are now seeking a warm dwelling place?
Possibly.
Unlikely though.
The real reason they are probably here is because I have been working with an exterminator to determine how mice have gained access to my house. He placed bait traps throughout the house, as well as outside, both in the front, and most important, due to an enormous pound out back that looks like a small lake, in back of my house.
I was hesitant when he put the bait traps in the house because the poison makes the mice thirsty, and causes them to exit the house in search of water. He explained that it causes them to "bleed from the inside."
My fear was what if one of them cannot get out in time, and dies within the walls, or somewhere I am unable to find it? And I bet you any amount of money, even though I cannot detect any stench of decay, nor could my next door neighbor who I invited over yesterday to see if he could, I bet you that is exactly what happened.
Yes, I am almost 100% sure one of those fuckers died somewhere in a wall, a fly got in, laid eggs in the decaying corpse, and now I get to pretend I am living in the fucking Amityville house.
Needless to say I called the exterminator and he is coming out on Monday. But in the meantime I will just pray that the fly traps actually catch all the remaining ones.
And in the off chance that this is all supernaturally induced phenomena, well, I wouldn't be surprised because I have been in a very negative mindset this last year and out of curiosity I googled "Flies in house in winter." Many hits appeared, but one in particular caught my eye. It was an explanation from a spiritual perspective, and it explained the appearance of flies in a house is indicative of negative energy, bad vibes, and emotional turmoil.
Check. Check, and check.
Well, even if they are here due to supernatural reasons, it doesn't make any difference. They're still going to die.
Oh, and if I happen to see Jodie, the demonic fucking pig with red eyes, well, let's just say that little bitch is going to get fucked up too!
And just now a fly landed on my computer screen.
Standing up, and doing my best Rod Steiger impression, I scream.
GET OUT!!!!!!
