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two helpless brothers, Butch fired one shot into each of the boys as they lay sleeping. The bullets tore through their young bodies, ravaging their internal organs, laying waste to the lives that lay ahead of them. Mark lay motionless, while John, whose spinal cord had been severed by his brother's heartless attack, twitched spasmodically for a few moments after the shooting. Again, the shots had not roused the only remaining members of the DeFeo family, and Butch skulked unchallenged to the bedroom his sisters Dawn and Allison shared. Dawn was the closest in age to Butch, while Allison was in grade school with John and Mark.

 

 

As Butch entered the room, Allison stirred and looked up just as he lowered the rifle to her face and pulled the trigger. His youngest sister was murdered instantly. Butch aimed his weapon at Dawn's head as well, literally blowing the left side of her face off.

It was just after 3:00 a.m. In a span of less than fifteen minutes, Ronald "Butch" DeFeo, Jr., had brutally slain each defenseless member of his family in cold blood. The DeFeo's dog Shaggy was tied up out by the boathouse, and was barking violently in reaction to the brutality occurring in the house. His barking didn't distract Butch one bit, however. Aware that he had completed the task he had set out to do, he now turned his attention to cleaning himself up and establishing an alibi to throw the inevitable police investigation off the trail. Butch calmly showered, trimmed his beard, and dressed in his jeans and work boots. He then collected his bloodied clothing and the rifle, wrapped them up in a pillowcase, and headed out to his car. He threw the evidence into the car, and took off into the pre-dawn hours before sunrise. Butch drove from the suburbs into Brooklyn, and disposed of the pillowcase and its contents by casting them into a storm drain. He then returned to Long Island, and reported to work at his grandfather's Buick dealership, business as usual. It was 6:00 a.m.

Butch did not remain at work for long. He called home several times, and when his father failed to show up, he acted as though he were bored with nothing to do, and left around noon.

After spending the rest of the evening with friends drinking, and getting high on heroin. After 6pm, Butch stated his concern over his inability to reach anyone at home. "I'm going to have to go home and break a window to get in," he told a friend. Butch exited the bar acting as if he was on his on his way to try and figure out what was going on at home, only to return within a few minutes in a state of agitation and dismay. "Bob, you gotta help me," he implored. "Someone shot my mother and father!"

 

15 hours after the gruesome slayings The two friends were joined by a small group of patrons, and they all piled into Butch's car, with Bobby at the wheel.

 

Bobby Kelske had entered the front door and raced upstairs into the master bedroom. There lay the bodies of Ronald, Sr., and his wife, Louise. He returned outside to find Butch beside himself with ostensible grief and dismay. Joey Yeswit had found the telephone in the kitchen, and was calling the police. Within ten minutes the first policeman was on the scene, Officer Kenneth Geguski. As he arrived, he found a group of men gathered on the DeFeo's front lawn. Butch was among them, sobbing uncontrollably. "My mother and father are dead," he said as Geguski approached the group.

 

After Butch submitted his signed statement, the detectives continued to question him about his family, as investigators continued to examine physical evidence, both at the crime scene and in the police laboratory. A crucial discovery was made around 2:30 a.m., November 15, when Detective John Shirvell was making a last sweep through the DeFeo bedrooms. Rooms where the murders had taken place had been scoured thoroughly, while Ronald's room had so far been given a cursory once-over. But, upon a second look, Det. Shirvell spotted a pair of rectangular cardboard boxes, both with labels describing their recent contents: Marlin rifles, a .22 and a .35. Shirvell was unaware that a .35-caliber Marlin had been the murder weapon, but snagged the boxes anyway in the event that they may be important evidence. Indeed they were! Shortly after arriving at police headquarters with the new evidence, Shirvell learned exactly what make of weapon had been used in the murders.

Ronald (Butch) DeFeo mugshots

 

Subsequent questioning of Bobby Kelske led to the discovery that Butch was a gun fanatic, and that he had staged the robbery of the Brigante Buick receipts. The detectives on the case began to seriously consider the possibility that Butch had been lying to them,and that he may be their main suspect. Butch's story began to crumble. Dunn and Rafferty hammered at the discrepancies between Butch's stated version of the events and what the physical evidence led police to believe actually happened.

 

Butch DeFeo's case came to trial on Tuesday, October 14, 1975, almost one year after the murders took place.

Recent photo of Ronald (Butch) DeFeo

 

November 21, 1975, Ronald DeFeo, Jr., was found guilty of six counts of second-degree murder. Two weeks later he was sentenced to twenty-five years to life in prison on all six counts. He remains incarcerated with the New York State Department of Corrections today.

 

The true story of the murders that occurred at 112 Ocean Avenue inspired a runaway bestseller The “AMITYVILLE HORROR “ and was made into a popular movie.

Epilogue

 

The stories covered in this ebook tells more than any thing the evil men can do to other

men,women and children money,fame and fortune.

Qawmane Wilson is a classic example of a spoiled child gone rotten, as friend of mine suggested on Facebook his name in jail is probably going to be A-Man-Da.

Marcus Wesson is the poster boy for Evil and may his punishment be swift and just.

Ronald (Butch) Defeo again shows how far a spoiled child will go to have it all.

 

Jimmy Digital True Crime Files

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Publication Date: 01-16-2014

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