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The Amityville Horror House

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I've grown up with this story always at the forefront of 'haunted house' or ghost stories. That large, looming, eerily beautiful house in Long Island, NY that had such a distinct and lasting impression on the whole genre of horror movies, fans, psychics, ghost hunters and ghost story writers. To me, that house is a historical landmark.


To be clear, I do understand the truth behind it's history. The DeFeo murders of course, were tragically true, the Lutzes story/experience however, is still hotly debated, but after years of following the differing stories and information, I am of the opinion that the story from the Jay Anson book (and subsequent movie) was a hoax.


BUT, none of that was the houses fault, and the house itself soon took on a status all its own. Sadly, the house is being changed to no longer resemble the 'house with the windows like eyes'. I find this disappointing and somewhat blasphemous! Almost like defacing a historical monument or museum artifact.


This house should have only been sold to someone who understands and appreciates her unique and still respected contribution to American history. The pic is what she looks like today. I guess it's not that horrible... but the windows/eyes! Those were 99% of the Horror that was THE Amityville Horror.


If I could, I'd buy her in a heartbeat!


[caption id="attachment_188" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="The house as she looks today"]The house as she looks today[/caption]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Amityville_Horror




http://www.thecabinet.com/darkdestinations/location.php?sub_id=dark_destinations&letter=all&display_order=popularity&location_id=amityville_horror_house

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