The Nathaniel White Murder House

Abandoned

I was wearing a dress that was soaked to the gills because only 40 minutes earlier, I had gotten stuck in the rain while exploring an old Borscht Belt hotel. To top things off, the blower in my car was not blowing warm air on me. It was unseasonably chilly and I was anxious to get home.   Until I realized that my GPS was taking me very close to this house, which was on my list to explore. In fact, I never knew that it was visible right from the highway.

Believe it or not, 15 years earlier, my mother and my aunt had sought out and explored this exact same house, without the benefit of google or GPS. They found it, and were creeped out. I didn’t learn this until after I had visited. Alone.

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Scared? A little.

The real horror was 23 years ago, when I was 14. The same age as Christine Klebbe, Nathaniel White’s youngest victim.

In 1992, Nathaniel White, inspired by Robocop 2, began his killing spree. “The first girl I killed was from a ‘RoboCop’ movie… I seen him cut somebody’s throat then take the knife and slit down the chest to the stomach and left the body in a certain position. With the first person I killed I did exactly what I saw in the movie.”

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He would go on to kill a total of 6 women in the area that summer.  Cousins Angelina Hopkins and Brenda L. Whiteside, whom he met in a Poughkeepsie bar, would be found bludgeoned to death in this abandoned farmhouse. Unsatisfied by the investigation, their families began investigating on their own. When the last victim was found, police suspected a connection, and he was soon arrested at the bar where he met the cousins, identified by Angelina Hopkins’ sister.

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White is currently serving 150 years to life in the Attica Correctional Facility.

 

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The farmhouse is one of the creepiest places I’ve been. I went alone, but you can hear and see the highway from the house. It still feels very isolated. The graffiti is dead-eyed and ominous.  Half of the lower floor is completely crushed; the rooms upstairs are brightly colored despite the peeling paint. The lighting would be pretty flattering if it weren’t illuminating a crime scene. Rushing back through the tall grass to my car, I still felt uneasy.

Two weeks after my visit, the house burned to the ground.

 

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