Over the summer, my mother and I went for a drive into Benedict Canyon in Beverly Hills. When we came to Cielo Drive, she suddenly made a sharp right. At the time, I didn't know what was at the top of the hill, and I looked at her, confused. She said, "Just wait. You'll see." I started to look out the window, and I saw massive amounts of land and trees. When we got to a certain part of Benedict Canyon, she shivered. I asked her what was wrong, and she made it into a guessing game. "What do you think happened here 40 years ago?" "I don't know." At the time, I was reading "Helter Skelter", but I didn't make the connection. Suddenly, the thought hit me, and a look of realization crossed my face. "This is the Sharon Tate house, isn't it?" "Well, it's the land that it used to be on. The original house was torn down because no one wanted to buy it. Just the idea of living in an infamous house scared people away." "Okay. I don't blame them. I mean, after the gruesome event here, who would want to live in the original house?" We continued to observe for a while, and we also imagined what it was like in 1969, the night of the murders. There is one line from Vincent Bugliosi's book, Helter Skelter, that resonates in my mind. "The night was so quiet, you could almost hear the ice clinking in people's drinks." It was a fun drive, and I hope to do it again with her.
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