We no longer have Halloween promotions. The kids are having fun and having fun for the scary movie, but the truly scary aspects climbed aboard the ship with our stupidest superstitions and sailed long ago to Valinor. But witches and ghouls aren’t the only shrines on the eve of the consecration – some nights turn humans into monsters, and these monsters randomly or randomly choose the Halloween season to light up their evil.
Greenwich, Connecticut is not where you expect to find a body. It is one of the richest burgers in the United States, where Bush Sr. played as a boy and where a dozen American senators are raising their children. But in 1975, the blood-soaked body of 15-year-old Martha Moxley was discovered amid scattered estates, millions of mansions and manicured lawns on a cold Halloween morning. This discovery shocked the city. Martha was beaten so badly by the golf club that the club crashed, and then she was stabbed in the neck with one of the jagged parts. Her killer then pulled her 24 meters (80 feet) and tossed her in her own backyard.
Soon, all eyes turned to 17-year-old Tommy Skakel, nephew of Senator Robert F. Kennedy. According to reports, Martha was away with her friends on Halloween Eve, and they all went to a party at Skakels’ house. Tommy left the party with Martha late at night, but she never came home. although their homes were only 130 meters (450 ft) long. Although the police suspected them, they never passed a conviction, and Greenwich’s gruesome Halloween murder remained a cold deal for over 16 years. In 1991, a renewed investigation into the Moxley case brought him back to the public, but only in 1998, 23 years after the murder of a young girl, the killer was named: Michael Skakel, Tommy’s brother. According to novelist Dominic Dunn, Michael once climbed a tree outside Martha’s window and masturbated. He was in love with a girl. And in 2002, Michael Skakel was finally convicted of murder by a grand jury. But the story doesn’t end there. Michael Skakel was later granted an appeal, and in 2013 he was released from prison on bail.
Peter and Betty Fabiano were just going to bed when they heard the doorbell ring on October 31, 1957. It was after 11 pm, a bit late for the tricks, but reluctantly Peter went downstairs and grabbed a candy bowl. It was Halloween. What was the other child-like? A grown woman in blue jeans and a cheap mask stood on the threshold of his house, pointing with the bottom of a paper bag to her chest. Upstairs, Betty Fabiano heard a loud banging and then a squeal of tires as the car ran out into the street. Going down the stairs, she found her husband on the floor in front of the open door, breathing heavily, blood flowing from a bloody wound on his chest. He was dead before they got to the hospital. The police were taken aback. Peter Fabiano worked as a hairdresser in the San Fernando Valley. He had no enemies, at least no one who wanted to kill him. But the deeper they looked into the crime, the more perverted it all seemed. Two weeks after the cold-blooded murder, police kidnapped 40-year-old Joan Rabel, who had once worked in one of Peter’s salons. And for some reason, she lied that she disappeared the night Peter died. But not all moon liars, like murderers, and the police had to release Joan Rabel for lack of evidence.