The O'Larry House

My Grandma moved into a small little house in West Haven, Conneticut on Daina Street. When she moved in the house it was between two vacant lots that were on the market for development. Behind her house about a few blocks over, there was Oak Grove Cemetery outside her kitchen window. A few years later my Grandma saw a bunch of gypsy carts trotting down the street about to make camp next-door to her house.
When my Grandma woke up the next morning, she heard loud farm animal noises, like chickens, cows, goats, and sheep. She heard shouts from her husband, (my Grandpa) who was about to leave for work but found that a chicken was on the hood of his car. When Grandma left for work she almost ran over the gypsies' donkey. She looked out of her window and saw a whole camp pitched next to her house. When Grandma came home from work that night all her neighbors met in her kitchen and talked about the new neighbors. They wanted to write up a petition with the city to evict them, but they could not do that without breaking the law. Months went by when the noise from their music got too loud, from the festivals held too often. My Grandpa decided to go over there and cut off their power. Once he did that they smashed the windows of his car. My Grandma then called over the head gypsy. They had coffee and talked about the gypsies leaving the street. He said they would leave, but at the cost of cursing the land that they had lived on. Grandma thought he was only joking, but they weren't. When they left Grandma let her cat out. The cat was found dead the next morning in the middle of the camp grounds. She called 911, but the police cannot arrest people on cursing.
A few months later a real estate developer had a surveyor and a contractor over at the camp grounds. He told my Grandma that he was building a house. She told him not to, that Gypsies cursed it and build somewhere else. He refused and within the year the house was built. The real-estate agent had a hard time selling the house because of Grandma. Late at night she saw the lights flicker on and off. The real-estate company wrote it off as bad wiring. The company did have a seller, the O'Larry family. They were average people, the father worked for the city and got the house for a good price. A month later his son came home from a party, the car hit the telephone pole in front of the house and died on impact. His other son was cleaning the house's gutters, and the gutter had a loose bolt. He fell into the pricker bushes. The thorns punctured his eyes and pierced into his brain and he died.
A few months later, my Grandpa was diagnosed with cancer of the aorta, a major vessel in the heart, he died two years later. Grandma figured that he was so bad-hearted to the Gypsies that they damaged his. He is buried in the graveyard out side her kitchen window a few blocks over. Jimmy O'Larry, the father, was diagnosed with psoriasis, a bad skin disorder, that made him itch and itch till the skin fell off. That Halloween Jimmy wanted to plant a pumpkin patch. He started in the Spring and by Fall they were ready to be picked. The neighborhood kids smashed them up. Later the next year, his brother went in for heart surgery. His brother died right on the operating table. Jimmy's psoriasis was getting worse and Spring time he got a renovation job with the city. He supposedly stole the money from the city. One day when my Grandma and him were cutting the hedges he suggested, "...I buried it in holes in my back yard..." chuckling of course. My Grandma did see him digging up his yard.
Jimmy's sirius got worse. One night he itched, and his arm skin fell off. He bled and itched. His face started to fall off. He itched and scratched down to his chest down to bone. He died in bed covered in a bloody boney mess. His wife found him itching making an awful gurgle noise, choking on his own tongue. When they buried him, his wife left. She went to an island in the tropics. It is said the plane stalled and crashed into the ocean.
Perhaps you think this is all fake. Maybe it is an exaggerated story of Grandma's. You think it cannot happen?
Tell it to Jimmy O'Larry.
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