On top of the bluffs across the Mill Pond there's a house that used to be owned by David Angell, a writer and producer for Cheers and a co-creator of Fraiser, who was onboard one of the two planes that slammed into the World Trade Center on 9/11.
Angell and his wife, who was on the plane too, were in the middle of renovating the house when they died.
For the next two summers the house sat vacant and unfinished. Outer walls were left unsided, sheathed in plywood, window frames were blank, the frame of an extension stood bare and, although I'm tempted to call it skeletal, it simply looked like what it was, an organized pile of neglected lumber.
The Angells had no children. No one I asked seemed to know if there were any heirs or what would happen to the house now. Whenever people talked about it, the concensus was always that the house would never be completed or occupied. Someone could be counted on to say something like, "They'll never sell it now" or "I wouldn't live there. How could anybody, knowing..."
This is the kind of thing that's said about houses where some tragedy has occured, usually a grisly murder. People who don't believe in curses or ghosts will shudder at the very idea of living there. Their own imaginations would haunt them well enough, without anything having to reach out through their TV screens to grab them.
But, outside of the movies, I've never seen or even heard of a house with a bloody history being left permanently abandoned. Shortly before I moved to Fort Wayne there was a double homicide in the neighborhood where the blonde had found us an apartment. A gay couple was murdered in their living room by a thug one of them had met in a bar and brought home. For weeks afterwards the yellow police tape was left wrapped around the house. Then, one day, it was gone and there were cars in the driveway and lights on in the windows at night.
By 2004, work had begun again on the Angells' house and that summer we could see lights on inside when we went down to the dock and looked across the pond at night. There are three big houses close together on that bluff, and this morning I was walking by the pond and I couldn't even remember which house was that house, and of course there's nothing about it to tell me which it is. Its awful history is just a story now. The house is alive with some other family's summer memories.
This is as it should be. The earth belongs to the living, as Jefferson liked to say, the dead are not even things.
The story of the house's revitalization always makes me think of a story from Thoreau's journals, a Cape Cod story, as it happens. Here it is.
June 18, 1857. A youngish man came into Small's with a thick outside coat, when a girl asked where he got that coat. He answered that it was taken off a man that came ashore dead, and he had worn it a year or more. The girls or young ladies expressed surprise that he should be willing to wear it and said, 'You'd not dare to go to sea with that coat on.' But he answered that he might just as well embark in that coat as any other.
I'm happy for the new owners of the house. I'm also happy for the house. A house lacks life and vitality unless it's inhabited. It's only then that it comes to life, takes on a personality and smiles. Okay, maybe I have the tendency to see life in inanimate objects. Or perhaps I've read Virginia Lee Burton's children's book "The Little House" one time too many.
Posted by: Likeable Friend | Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 10:54 AM
Just mentioned in the paper today that a home where a notorious Boston-area double murder took place some months back is now on the market for $500K+. Somebody will buy it.
Posted by: Kevin Wolf | Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 02:46 PM
Somebody probably moved into the Borden house within a couple of years, too.
Posted by: Linkmeister | Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 03:58 PM
Yeah I don't know if there has ever been a case of a house remaining empty because something bad happened there. Superstition is powerful but not as powerful as the profit motive.
Posted by: Erik | Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 04:57 PM
There are also people who like those kind of houses... who like the fact that they get the story to go along with the house. I am guessing the Ramsey house will sell soon and most likely to someone with morbid curiosity.
If I moved into a house like that, I think I'd have to get some Balinese temple bells and some smuding going, maybe even some holy water before moving in. I've seen too many scary movies.
Posted by: Jennifer | Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 05:21 PM
If you look up morbid curiosity in the dictionary, my photo is there.
And I *still* wouldn't buy one of those houses.
Nuh-uh. No way.
Posted by: blue girl | Thursday, July 20, 2006 at 06:25 PM
I see another plug from Sir James (on the subject of W's roving hands).
Surely your cup runneth over?!
Posted by: tom truthful | Friday, July 21, 2006 at 08:39 AM
The trick to living in a "haunted house" is just living in it, without letting it come alive inside your head. If that takes a little "smudging", well, RAmen.
BG, you crack me up! (and I like it! :)
Posted by: Michael Bains | Friday, July 21, 2006 at 01:54 PM
Oops, yes, that was supposed to be "smudging", not "smuding", although smuding might work too, whatever it might be...
Posted by: Jennifer | Friday, July 21, 2006 at 02:18 PM
smuding
I was wondering what smuding was. I thought maybe it was from the movie "The Omen."
Just smud Damian already!
And MB: The trick to living in a "haunted house" is just living in it, without letting it come alive inside your head.
Um. Ok. You've convinced me. Next haunted house on the market is mine. All mine. Mwaaah-ha-ha-ha!
Posted by: blue girl | Friday, July 21, 2006 at 03:09 PM
I would be hard pressed to conjure up shivers in a house whose owners weren't even in the same state when they died.
On the other hand, it's possible that the ghost of Moose summers at the Mill Pond house.
Posted by: velvet goldmine | Friday, July 21, 2006 at 03:45 PM
If "Lost" weren't creepy enough already, you should know that the cave set was built inside the former Xerox building out here. Xerox moved out because a former employee went on a rampage and killed seven people there a few years back.
Posted by: Linkmeister | Friday, July 21, 2006 at 03:59 PM