| This is by far the most shocking of all haunted house cases of all time, and it nearly cost the Boorans their very lives. In Long Island, New York, lies the small coastal town of Scamityville. In 1975, eight brutal murders took place in the white colonial on 112 Oyster Avenue. The killer, Ralfie DeFonzo, murdered his entire sleeping family with a chainsaw, later telling police that �voices in the house� told him to do it. It was a mystery how no one ever heard the chainsaw as the massacre took place in the middle of the night. Ralfie was sentenced to 1,200 years in prison and the house stood dark and empty for quite some time. Not bothered by the house�s tragic past, a young couple, Georgie and Katie Slustig, and their three children foolishly bought what they thought was their dream home. Twenty-eight days after moving in, they fled the house in terror in the middle of the night, claiming that evil spirits harassed them mercilessly, and told them to �hit the fuckin� road�. The Lustigs also claimed that the walls oozed a smelly green slime and that an evil phantom pig named Joey-D tormented the children by making messes in their rooms and devouring their homework when no one was looking. As the Lustig�s story made headlines, numerous paranormal investigators attempted to gain access to the house of horrors to conduct their own investigations, including the infamous Lepracaun hunter Kaplan Kotter M.D., but after a secretive meeting with the Slustig�s, Wayne and Raymond Booran were the only ones allowed inside. �Usually a haunted house is merely a wimpy ghost, a disembodied human spirit, or maybe a playful poltergeist, but from what Georgie Slustig was telling us, it sounded like a unholy abomination of the purest evil,� said Wayne, reflecting on the case that brought them fame and fortune. �Now, scientists and parapsychologists could go in there with all their fancy-shmancy gadgetry and find nothing, but trained Demonologists could provoke a reaction in mere seconds.� Wayne and Raymond entered the house at sunset on a chilly October evening. The Slustig's personal belongings were still strewn about. The house reeked of filth and decay, and hundreds of big, juicy flies and gnats caked the pumpin like windows. Raymond recalls the scene, �It was as if Satan himself was in the closet waiting to pounce on us. We could both feel it in the air. The situation here was very dangerous, and we had to be alert.� The Boorans searched the house room by room, and then finally descended into the basement. �There was a definite aura of evil emulating from the cellar. It was coming from a small room in the corner of the basement known as the red-rum room,� recalls Ray. �We passed a psychic cold spot that was so damn cold that the urine in our bladders instantly froze.� Ectoplasmic slime oozed from the walls as they walked deeper and deeper into the bowels of the house and they knew that they must confront whatever was waiting for them behind the door of that room. As they approached closer, disembodies voices began to threaten them with pain and eternal suffering, furniture was violently thrown at them by invisible hands, and the house trembled like it was passing massive amounts of gas. The Boorans fought their way to the door and bravely kicked it open. Inside, they saw the unthinkable. �As we had feared,� says Wayne, �we were dealing with a very powerful demon, Beelzaboob, and it had already manifested into physical form. To gaze upon him for more than an instant would make a mortal man insane. We caught only a glimpse of his bloated gut, cloven feet and long, pointy tail before we looked away and the demon attacked us with vomit, feces, and other bodily secretions.� The Boorans had no choice but to flee. After barely making it out alive, they had to come up with a plan. �Cases severe as this one come around only once every twenty years or so. At that point, exorcism alone was like shooting spitballs at an elephant. We had no choice but to perform a very rare and difficult ritual known as Nos-Cantante-Candar-de-mucho-Inferno, in order to solve the problem,� explained Ray. �Using 12,000 gallons of holy oil, we burned 112 Oyster Avenue to the ground while we chanted ancient scriptures of demon binding in Latin. We then showered the ashes with another several thousand gallons of holy water, creating an ash like paste that we rolled into an eight hundred pound ball. We then performed mass exorcism over the evil ball of ash for seven consecutive days and nights, without rest, food, or water. Finally, we transported the ball to Rome, where it was buried fifty feet underneath a sacred shrine where one thousand holy candles of protection are always lit.� Ultimately, they were victorious. The invading Demon had no choice but to return to the infernal demonic underworld. However, local authorities charged the Boorans with arson, trespassing, and destruction of private property, for which they spent six months in prison (protective custody) after paying a $25,000 fine and five hundred hours of community service picking up roadkill on local highways. �A small price to pay trying to rid the world of evil forces. We don�t expect society to understand.� Lucky for Wayne and Raymond, their agent arranged a book contract with local author, Jay Antson, who turned the Boorans� incredible story into a best selling book, The Scamityville Horror, which has launched several equally real and terrifying sequels and a string of low budget Hollywood exploitation films. "We did the right thing in Scamityville,� says Ray, �and while many think it�s a hoax because of the amazing factors involved, I can assure you that it was real. If you don�t believe us, just watch any of the movies and see for yourself.� FAMOUS CASES HOME |
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