Wasn't this a USA network movie in 1986?

The "friend" situation with the Murder House is rather fascinating, if perhaps not a bit morbid, to me.

I'm imagining what the circumstances of the murder might have been, was it some psychotic disgruntled student, a former lover, perhaps both ... and what kind of relationship the "friends" have, friends being the LW and the house-buyer.

The LW mentions "he" when she talks about her friend who bought the house, and I wonder, what does "he" know about this entire situation? Is "he" at all superstitious? I would suppose not, if he has no qualms about buying the house (heebie-jeebies and all that not withstanding). I find it fascinating that we have one male who refuses to step foot in the house -- and actively tells his girlfriend that -- and we've got the one male who bought the house for reasons we can only imagine ...

And we have the LW "friend" who is somehow in the "middle" of this, feeling as if she has to explain her boyfriend somehow to her "friend" ... as well as the LW wondering why her "friend" would buy this house.

Which seems kind of a strangely intimate question, doesn't it? I mean, the LW seems to think that her friend should buy a house that fits her, the LW's, needs in a house. Why is that? What kind of "friendship" is this, where the LW thinks the guy who bought Hell House should be concerned about whether or not the LW's boyfriend visits? What does the boyfriend's opinion have to do with the LW's "friends" actions?

There's something else going on here. I dunno what it is, but there's something else. It's totally fascinating. I'm gonna use it for a book!

P.S. For anyone who feels squeamish about living in a place where somebody was murdered -- I can truly understand your heebie-jeebies or whatever, even if you don't believe in ghosts (I'm on the fence myself about such things), but really if you think about it for a few minutes ...

The world is old and is filled with stories too terrible to tell. If you lived in Europe you could easily be living in a house or apartment that dates back two hundred years or more ... and if the walls of the buildings we live in daily could talk, they could tell us stories filled with horrors such that you'd never even set foot anywhere anymore. Think of all the unhappy families, the screaming and yelling ... plus all sorts of freaky people doing all sorts of degraded sexual acts, right there in the room where you just had breakfast! Imagine that!

But we don't imagine that, because if we let ourselves be controlled by the spirits of the dead, we might as well turn in our cards right now.

Have a happy 4th of July, my fellow Americans!

An interesting take on the situation....

I have lived in two "haunted" houses; in other words, there was paranormal activity in them. Research proved that there was a reason for the first (it was located on a 90 degree turn on a country road, where there had been several fatal accidents, resulting in things like phantom cars pulling in to my driveway and their occupants walking up to my door). I found no reason for the activity in the second house, which it seemed was eternally occupied by a prankster with a cat.

My point is that spirits are everywhere, sometimes not where you would believe them to be and sometimes present for no apparent reason. All places on Earth have history, including LW's and her BF's home. Perhaps she should research their house and see how the BF reacts to her possible discoveries, and determine his real character.

Happy 4th to you as well, Travelall!

The "paranormal" as you describe it is nothing more than superstition. Do you refuse to walk under ladders, do you fear a broken mirror or black cats? It's all the same brand of nonsense. The friend who is afraid to enter the former teacher's home because she was murdered there, is childish. She should stop watching horror movies and start using her head.

The feller who moved into a house where a recent homicide took place has GOT to be EXPECTING that some people will be uncomfortable in his new home. I mean, c'mon! If he ends up being surprised or offended when people would rather not hang out there, then he's a bit of a dim bulb.

we've got the one male who bought the house for reasons we can only imagine

I can imagine that, if the house had a reputation in the community as "the murder house," it might have been a hard-sell and the buyer might have gotten a really good deal. Economics instead of morbid fascination perhaps.

Also, this scenario just reinforces the truth that everything in life references back to The Simpsons.

FBH:

The "paranormal" as you describe it is nothing more than superstition. Do you refuse to walk under ladders, do you fear a broken mirror or black cats? It's all the same brand of nonsense. The friend who is afraid to enter the former teacher's home because she was murdered there, is childish. She should stop watching horror movies and start using her head.

I will agree with your assessment that the friend who refuses to enter the house is childish, and has been influenced by horror movies and the like. There is nothing to fear from a house or from what "spirits," for lack of a better word, reside within it.

I will disagree with your close-minded and judgmental assessment of me, however. Superstition is the creation of man, and your assumption that I subscribe to it is incorrect; the paranormal exists whether you choose to believe it does or not.

I, nor any of the other witnesses to the many unexplainable incidents in the houses to which I referred, did not imagine what actually, physically, repeatedly occurred in them. You may elect to brand my statement a lie or delusion, but that does not a) erase the fact that it is true, or b) justify your unenlightened mockery.

Or could it be expects people to be adults..

Have you totaly closed yourself up in your house yet?

"Also, this scenario just reinforces the truth that everything in life references back to The Simpsons."

Hmmm...and here I always thought that everything in life referenced back to Seinfeld episodes!!