Title: “Bob and Sue vs The Amityville Horror”
Title: “Bob and Sue vs The Amityville Horror”
Bob and sue explore the haunted Amitvyille house late at night. Things go horribly wrong.
Scenes:
1. Bob realizes this is the exact same location, which is 112 ocean avenue. It was changed to 108 ocean avenue to discourage tourists from seeing the house, but that didn’t stop Bob from exploring the world’s most haunted house.
2. While going to the house, Bob tells the story about how the house became “haunted”. Apparently a man named Ronald Defeo killed all 6 member of his family with a shotgun while they were sleeping. He said voices told him to do it. No member of the family or a neighbor woken up to the gunshots. Sue asks what voices made Ronald do it. Bob says it’s quite unknown, but according to the database, 35 years BEFORE the Defeo’s moved in, a man died from an illness in the Amitvyille house. And because of that ONE illness, it caused a movie franchise that would break box office records.
3. When Bob and Sue arrive to the house Bob figures out the combination to the house lock. When they see the marvelous interior inside the house. Sue still finds this a bit creepy, but they continue as they slowly take a camcorder for filming. They turn on the lights and start recording. Bob welcome the viewers to the infamous Amityville house as the door behind them slowly closes by itself. Sue asks Bob if she saw something, and Bob thinks if was probably just the wind. But Sue still thinks the house is haunted.
4. They check out the living room with a nice brick fireplace, which was switched to a gas fireplace. Sue turn it on, but for some reason, the living room is freezing cold. Bob sees a window that is suddenly open and he closes it, while Sue cranks the temperature up. They check out the sunroom quickly and leave the living room. The window suddenly open back again, and the temperature falls down by 5 degrees all by themselves while Bob and sue’s back are turned.
5. After they see the dining room and kitchen, they check out the basement under the stairs, where the source of evil comes from, which is the mysterious red (brick) room, but it was locked shut behind a wooden door with a latch. Slightly disappointed, they move on. The door to the red room unlocks by itself and opens by a crack, then locks again.
6. At the 2nd floor, which has 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms in-between, Bob eventually gets trapped in the bathroom between the 3rd and 4th bedroom. Sue manages to get him out, but Bob is still paralyzed about what just happened.
7. They have a chance to explore the 3rd floor, which has 2 bedrooms and a bathroom in-between, unaware that a demonic presence is coming to end their lives. The demon chases Bob and Sue as they frantically try to find a way out, but there was no escape. They then realized there’s an outside balcony at the 2nd floor in the 3rd bedroom. They manage to escape alive and never returned. As they get back in their country Texas, they upload the video they recording in the morning, just to warn everyone.
Info
Bob and Sue are not paranormal investigators
The salty air whipped around Bob’s face, carrying the scent of the ocean and a hint of something unsettling. He pointed to the dilapidated house across the street. “112 Ocean Avenue,” he said, his voice a little too loud for the stillness of the night. “The infamous Amityville Horror.”
Sue shivered, pulling her jacket tighter around her. “This is really creepy, Bob. You sure this is a good idea?”
“Relax, Sue,” Bob said, his confidence wavering slightly. “The house is just a house. There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
He knew he was lying. He was a man obsessed with the paranormal, and the Amityville Horror was the holy grail of haunted houses. He’d read every book, watched every movie, poured over every article. He knew the history by heart: the Defeo murders, the Lutz family’s harrowing ordeal, the chilling stories of demonic entities.
“The house is haunted,” Sue said, her voice barely a whisper. “They changed the address to 108 Ocean Avenue to discourage people like you from coming here.”
Bob shrugged. “That just makes it more alluring, doesn’t it? The forbidden fruit.”
He led her towards the house, his heart pounding a little too fast for comfort. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, but he ignored it. He had come this far, he would see it for himself.
As they approached, Bob saw the iron bars on the windows, the overgrown lawn, the general air of neglect. He was right in front of it, the most haunted house in the world.
“They say a man named Ronald DeFeo killed his entire family here,” Bob said, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “They say he heard voices telling him to do it. No one woke up to the gunshots, not even the neighbors.”
“What voices?” Sue asked, her voice trembling.
“No one knows,” Bob said, glancing at the imposing house. “But there’s something else you should know. Thirty-five years before the Defeos moved in, a man died here from an illness. One man, one death, and it sparked a horror movie franchise that broke box office records. It’s… unsettling, to say the least.”
He reached for the rusted lock on the front door, his fingers tracing the intricate design. He’d memorized the combination from an old article – it was a detail that gave him chills.
With a click, the lock gave way, and the door creaked open, revealing a dark, shadowy interior. Bob stepped inside, his flashlight beam cutting through the darkness. Sue hesitated, then followed him. The air inside felt heavy and oppressive, like a thick blanket suffocating them.
Bob turned on his camcorder, the red light blinking ominously. “Welcome to the Amityville Horror,” he said, his voice sounding strained, even to his own ears. “We’re going to explore the house, see if there’s anything…” His words were cut short by a loud bang.
The front door slammed shut behind them.
Sue gasped, her eyes wide with fear. “Did you see that?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“It’s just the wind,” Bob mumbled, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
He turned on the lights, illuminating the dusty interior. The house was grand, but the grandeur was decaying, shrouded in a thick layer of gloom. The living room, with its brick fireplace now replaced with a gas one, felt especially cold.
Sue shivered, pulling her jacket tighter around her. “This house is freezing,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s like the air is trying to suck the warmth out of me.”
Bob walked over to the fireplace, noticing a window that had inexplicably opened. He closed it, but as soon as he turned away, it creaked open again. He went back to close it, but a chilling cold washed over them.
The temperature dropped by five degrees, the air thick with the scent of decay. They both felt a sense of dread that sent shivers down their spines. They were not alone.
They hurried through the rest of the house, the camcorder capturing the eerie silence and the unsettling atmosphere. They explored the dining room, the kitchen, the basement, all the while feeling a growing sense of unease.
In the basement, they discovered a locked red brick room, a room that, according to the lore, was the source of the house’s evil. Bob tried the door, but it was locked. Sue pointed to a crack that was slowly widening, before slamming shut again.
As they ascended to the second floor, they found themselves in a dimly lit hallway, the walls painted a dreary shade of grey. They passed the four bedrooms, two bathrooms, each room more oppressive than the last.
Suddenly, Bob found himself trapped in a bathroom, the door locked shut. He rattled the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. He felt a cold hand on his shoulder and turned, but there was nothing there. He felt his body growing numb, paralyzed by fear.
Sue, hearing his screams, found him, managing to force the door open. Bob was trembling, his eyes wide with terror. He felt as though something unseen had tried to trap him, to silence him.
They moved on, finally reaching the third floor. The rooms were dark, dusty, and silent, but they felt an oppressive presence, something lurking in the shadows. As they turned a corner, the air crackled with an unseen energy.
They both felt a sudden chill, a sense of dread that brought their hearts to their throats. They heard the sound of shuffling feet, the creaking of floorboards, a low growl that seemed to come from the walls themselves.
They bolted, scrambling down the stairs, the sound of their own footsteps echoing in the silent house. They ran through the living room, past the fireplace, and out the front door, their hearts pounding in their chests. They didn’t look back.
They got back in their car, their breaths ragged, their bodies trembling. Bob started the engine, his hands shaking.
They drove back to their motel, the fear still lingering, the images of the house etched in their minds. They knew they’d never forget that night, never forget the feeling of terror, the presence of something ancient and evil.
Back in their motel room, they watched the video they had recorded. The images were grainy, the audio filled with static. But they could see the shadows, the cold flashes of darkness, the eerie silence broken only by the sounds of their own breaths.
And then, they saw it. A fleeting glimpse of something dark, something sinister, something that seemed to be lurking in the shadows. They were not alone.
They left the motel at dawn, the Amityville Horror behind them. They drove back to their home in Texas, their fear fading, but the memory of the house remaining. They uploaded the video on the internet, just a warning, just a glimpse into the darkness they’d encountered.
They warned people to stay away from the Amityville Horror. They warned them that some things are better left undisturbed.
But they knew, deep in their hearts, that the house was still there, waiting, its evil slumbering, but ever-present. They knew they would never truly escape the horror of 112 Ocean Avenue.
