Owner of the famous ‘Conjuring’ house arrested for alleged DUI after a police chase in Rhode Island: video footage captures the unsettling encounter in Burrillville.
Late Monday evening, just after 9 p.m., Burrillville Police observed a white Lexus swerving dangerously along the road.
The vehicle’s operator, identified by police as Jacqueline Nunez, engaged officers in a frantic pursuit throughout various neighborhoods before coming to a sudden halt. The intensity of the situation was palpable, as officers yelled, “Driver, show us your hands!”—a command intended to secure compliance amid rising tensions.
As police approached her vehicle, they continuously urged Nunez to power down the engine. The police report revealed a strong odor of alcohol emanating from her breath, coupled with the troubling condition of her eyes—bloodshot and glassy.
“You’re boring me, ok, I’m following your finger,” Nunez remarked dismissively as the field sobriety test commenced. Her defiance was clear, as she interrupted the officer who was trying to maintain control of the encounter. “And I know I’m passing with flying colors, so continue your test,” she boldly asserted, emphasizing a mix of bravado and disbelief.
That moment highlighted the surreal juxtaposition of her reality. Here was a woman, the owner of a house steeped in horror legend, displaying a confidence that bordered on recklessness. As she engaged with the officer, rolling her eyes and retorting “whatever,” one couldn’t help but feel an odd blend of empathy and astonishment at her nonchalance amidst such chaos.
The interaction pressed onward as Nunez maintained her stance, asserting she had only consumed “a couple of drinks.” The mention of the ‘Conjuring house’ came with a sort of pride that stood stark against the context of her arrest. “Why are there multiple officers pulling up behind me because I had a couple of drinks?,” she questioned, wearing not only her sweatshirt emblazoned with the infamous property but also a veneer of defiance.
The surrealism of the scenario lingered in the air—a homeowner of a space known for its terrifying tales found herself at the center of her own unsettling narrative. The officers documented Nunez’s laughter, which seemed to cut through the tension. Despite facing citations for DUI, reckless driving, and other infractions, the inquisitive nature of her comments hinted at an undeniable absurdity: A connection between her identity and the very location that had made her a figure of intrigue in both horror fan circles and local folklore.
The incident, while alarming, also served as a reminder of the thin line between reality and the supernatural. One can only wonder how this remarkable clash of life and legend will be recounted—both in court and around local watering holes like The Burrillville Tavern. It stands as another chapter in a story that intertwines the ordinary with the extraordinary—a blend of the ghostly past and the concrete present. In a place where the paranormal is a point of local pride, such events remind us that life can sometimes outstrip fiction in its sheer unpredictability.
