The Adventure of My Dreams {Colby Brock}

Five {Colby's POV}

It was 2 pm and I just sat down in the dining room to have lunch with Sam, Jake, and Corey. According to Sam, we had important matters to discuss. Just to my assumption, it's probably another series to do on our collab channel for the new season.

"Alright, so you guys are probably wondering what I've called you all down here for. How do we feel about doing something we've never done before?" He looked around at everyone, an evident eager grin on his face.

"I'm down." I said, stuffing a few fries into my mouth.

"Brother, you don't even know what it is yet." Jake said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"When don't I agree to doing anything?" I raised a brow, looking back over to Sam. "Where are we going this time?"

"The first half of this will be nice, tomorrow we're just going to go to the area to check it out for ourselves and conduct any interviews that we can. But the next day, we'll be visiting an abandoned ranch where our real adventure will begin.

"Nope, I'm good. You guys can have fun with your spooky shit." Corey said, pushing his chair out to get up. Right before he could grab his plate to leave, Jake rested his hand on his chest to stop him. "You aren't going anywhere, brother."

Corey let out a sigh.

"Again, where are we going?" I asked Sam.

He mouthed a "sorry" to Corey before announcing the location.

"We're going to be going to the location of the Sharon Tate home. Now the house was demolished back in 1994, so there's not much we can do. They did however build a new home there, although it looks more like a mansion. Sharon Tate was murdered in 1969, so it took an awfully long time for them to demolish the house."

"Let me get this straight, you want me to go to a place where someone was brutally murdered by Charles Manson and his cult ass family?" He shook his head. "I'm good, I rather live."

"Nobody is going to come after you, just take a breather."

"Being a wimp doesn't get you any pussy, bro." I said, and it was an obvious joke.

"I beg to differ, brother." Corey said, letting out a snicker. "Speak for yourself man." A smirk formed on his lips and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Alright we get it, I'm single as fuck — still. I can't help there isn't any good women in Los Angeles.

"So Sam, why did it take so long to get demolished? You would think after such a gruesome murder, it would've been done right away?"

"There was this man named Rudolph Altobelli who owned the home, anyone who lived there rented it. Sharon and her husband Roman were the current tenants there. Even after the senseless death of Sharon and several others, he moved into the house. Claiming that he felt safe, secure, and loved."

"My man is tripping! How do you live in a home where so many people died? That's creepy, brother."

"The house then went for sale in 1989, Altobelli was still alive, but I guess he was done with his time there. The house sold twice to two different real estate agents. It got interesting once the final resident Trent Reznor owned the house, and if the name doesn't sound familiar, he was in the band Nine Inch Nails."

"That's sick, brother. I never heard of that before." Jake said, stuffing half of his sandwich into his mouth.

"He called the studio in the house 'Pig' or sometimes 'Le Pig', because Susan Atkin's, one of the murders from that night wrote 'Pig' in Tate's blood on the front door."

"This is so fucking demented! Why do you guys make me go to these places?" Corey whined.

"So they ended up recording most of their album there in 1994, Marilyn Manson even did some recording there. But Trevor and his band did record a music video at the house, which I think is pretty sick. But in 1993 he ended up moving out because he claimed there was too much history to the house. At first he liked the idea of living somewhere that had such strong history, but later regretted in when running into Tate's sister. She thought he was just living there to exploit things. That's when it hit him, that if it was his family, he would hate someone doing that. Everything after that point felt wrong, so he packed up and left. He did take the front door with him, which then went to his new studio, but now it's being preserved by the current owner of the home."

The room was silent for a moment, that really was a lot to take in that Sam had just spewed, but that wasn't even the half of it. They still had to discuss the matters of the ranch.

"Well I did know some stuff about Manson, if you remember the true crime unboxing that I did. I looked up stuff about him for the video. Dude is a fucking creep." Jake said. "I'm a dark ass bitch that has a real Polaroid of him."

I nodded my head, pushing my plate to the side. "Maybe we should get on the topic of the ranch before Corey tries to run away again."

"One last thing." Sam said. "Even though the house was demolished, they built a new house there and changed the address. A man currently lives there, and he said we can get a tour of the house and do some investigating with him."

"Now that's sick, brother!"

"For the ranch, that was called Spahn Ranch, also known as Spahn Movie Ranch is a fifty-five acre area. The man Lee that owned it built movie sets there, which was set to be a western town. In 1953 George Spahn bought the ranch, which then gave it its name. They had horses there as well, so people would come there to horseback ride and practice. But once western movies died out, the ranch became deserted. Although slightly abandoned, it's a historical park, so it's okay to be there."

"Finally not running for our lives for trespassing, that's the only good thing about this shit." Corey said.

"When Spahn was eighty years old, he was blind, for about five to six years. He allowed the Manson family to live there rent free, the only trade being that they did chores and helped out around the ranch. Manson was a little weird though, because he would send one of the girls to be intimate with George."

I couldn't help but shudder. This man seemed disgusting as fuck, but I've always had that view on this man. I've been down to the museum of death in downtown LA and saw the things about him, I've seen videos about him. He for sure was a fucking creep.

"Here's all the gruesome parts. Sharon Atkins lured two men named Bruce and Steve to the ranch, they didn't get along with Manson and knew his past, so they killed them. The remains weren't found until December of 77. This was after the Sharon Tate murders, which occurred on August 9th and 10th, the other kills were on August 26th."

"Wait, we watched a movie that had some of this." I said, sitting up in my seat. I rested my hands on my lap, twiddling with the rings on my fingers. "Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, right?"

"That's the one." Sam said. "Before anyone chickens out, we leave tomorrow at noon. Get ready brothers, shit is about to get spooky."