The Winchester Mansion is one of the most beautiful homes in the World.  The complexity, workmanship, and precision of the structure shows that this architect had planning and building skills far beyond what had formerly been attributed to the Victorian Era. The Winchester Mansion is surrounded by a pleasant grove of all and stately trees. In the mist, there are fountains, sending forth clear and crystal waters, and fast, by a magnificent palace. In the 19^th century, it impressed the spectator that it was not the work of mortal hands, but the happy retreat of some God. Drawn by admiration and wonder, many wished to enter and see the amazement of such an elaborate home. Golden pillars supported the vaulted roof, and the walls were enriched with carvings and paintings representing angels and the chase and rural scenes, adapted to delight the eye of the beholder. Proceeding onward inside the mansion, there were nearly 600 rooms filled with all manner of treasures, and beautiful and precious productions of nature and art. While her eyes were occupied, enjoying her magnificent home, though she saw no one, uttering these words: “Sovereign lady, all that you see is yours. We whose voices you hear are your servants and shall obey all your commands within our utmost care and diligence. Retire therefore to your chamber and repose on your bed of down, and when you see git, repair to the bath. Supper awaits you in the adjoining alcove when it pleases you to take your seat there.” Mrs. Winchester gave ear to the admonitions of her vocal attendants, and after repose and the refreshment of the bath, seated herself in the alcove, where a table immediately presented itself, without any visible assistance from waiters or servants, and covered with the greatest delicacies of food and the most nectarous juices. #RandolphHarris 1 of 10

Her ears too were feasted with music from invisible performers; of whom one sang, another played on the lute, and all closed in the wonderful harmony of a full chorus. At this site, engineers found a stone colossus surrounded by a forest of fifty-four columns of immense size and height, which were used to build the foundation. Some of these stones weight 1,100 tons and were seventy-two feet long. No one knows how these stones were moved because Victorians were thought not to have the technology. At the end of one of the passages of the Winchester Mansion, there also was once an entrance that opened onto a passage sixty-two feet long, a buried avenue flanked by forty-three stones—most of them taller than a man and weighed thirteen tons each. At the end of the passage was a complex structure of huge rocks, some carved with symbolic designs, forming a cross-shaped chamber that rose into a vault some twenty feet above the floor. On the floor of each arm of the cross was a basin stone—a large, flat rock with a shallow indentation carved into it. In this area bodies of the dead were placed, corpses were broken and scattered by time and marauding animals. The roof stones were grooved to carry water away from the chamber, and their seams were sealed with puttylike burned soil. It appeared to have been a cathedral to some kind of life force. Scattered about lay sickles and rakes and all the instruments of harvest, without order, as if thrown carelessly out of the weary reapers’ hands in the sultry hours of the day. After the mansion was constructed, there were sheep feeding without a shepherd, with golden-shining fleeces on their back. #RandolphHarris 2 of 10

One of Mrs. Winchester’s favorite homes in the mansion was the Hall of Fires. On this night, the air was almost silky in the Hall of Fires, it has an inviting warmth. Mrs. Sarah L. Winchester was at her harpsichord, she had been playing for hours. Her candle had burned low; the darkness was turning to mist outside of the window. This evening she was concerned, he nephew fell ill, and she did not know if he would make it much longer. It was too bad, she was thinking, he is not so terrible to look at. In fact, he was handsome. Alarik blew out the candle at his bed, as he lay listening to the soft music playing in the background, it made the Earth tremble. Alarik came to Mrs. Winchester sickened. He was a hard-working farmer of age seventeen. On his stony acres, he did his best to support himself. The hill his farm was on was thought to be bewitched, causing anyone who dared climb it to turn a bright blue, and fear of this fate had been enough to be anyone but Alarik away for centuries. He uncovered a number of skeletons whose skulls bore the telltale scars of sword cuts. Time and nature did the rest, silting over the city and burying it beneath the farm his was proud owner of.  Shortly after unearthing humans remains was when he fell ill and was drive by carriage to Aunt Sarah’s estate. She was more than happy to take him in. When the doctor arrived, Mrs. Winchester asked him to examine her nephew and asked him, “What do you make of this business Dr. Egil?” Dr. Egil shook his head. “The boy’s a sick man—that’s sure. Something’s sucking the life clean out of him.” Why the Winchester family? He wondered if it was something in their past, something about the mansion and their bloodline. #RandolphHarris 3 of 10

“God only knows,” Mrs. Winchester said with a sigh. “God alone has all the answers. All I can do is speculate. I have never seen a case like this in all of my career. Who’s to say, but maybe he is put up with a demon. God help him,” Dr. Egil replied. Though his eyes blurred with tears, slowly Alarik raised an arm and brushed his cheek with his fingers before the arm fell back. “You look tires, Alarik,” Mrs. Winchester said. “Are you getting enough sleep?” “Of course not.” He looked up sharply. “I’m still have the dreams. Aren’t you?” She smiled. “Every night.” Just mentioning them send paralyzing fears. They both knew they were not dreaming. No one could admit the terror that each reveal struck in them. Now they haunted them well past dawn and all through each day: The sharp chins and bony noses, the cheekbones like broken glass, and the eyes, always green, always slanted, always eerie.  It left Mrs. Winchester’s gaze as cold as a knife of panic slicing through him, a steel-bladed reminder that the dream were real. The only where they were coming from—and why. Deep down inside, Mrs. Winchester knew it was the hold of the Druids and it was too strong. Heaven knows what happened on all that land in days gone by. The Winchester’s never knew what they inherited. It is strange how things workout. Although she enjoyed the Hall of Fires, she wished not to tarry in that room for too long while he was there; there was an uncanny air about it. As she was halfway out the door, the tranquil atmosphere of the evening was shattered. A terrifying scream rent the air, sending a chill through Mrs. Winchester and Alarik. #RandolphHarris 4 of 10

“My goodness, there must be a wounded animal nearby, that was not human at all,” Mrs. Winchester said. It frightened the life out of them both. Then a chair fell back with a clatter. Mrs. Winchester approached her nephew. He pointed his figure at the window. For a fleeting moment Mrs. Winchester could not believe what she was seeing. “God Almighty, that face!” The face before them was some transmogrified floating head of utter malevolence. The lips were pulled back in a terrible grimace. And the eyes—they were not the eyes of a human but hooded, like those of a cold-blooded creature predating mankind. Alarik felt her hand on his wrist. She was trembling. But he was recoiling from that awful face. He knew in his weakened state that he could not move and get away from it. His gaze dropped from that fathomless face. It gave Alarik a curious agitated feeling to think that here, in this now icy solitude, in the mansion he had so often admired, a dark mystery, too deep for thought, was being enacted. His heart began to beat stifling. Suddenly he gave an exclamation: “Look!” He had detected a man’s foot prints; two; then three; then more. “God—barefoot!” Alarik gasped. “Then it is…the dead…That is demonic,” said Mrs. Winchester. “I have seen it before, lots of times. It is pretty clear that there are demons at work.” In the Winchester Mansion, these things were not isolated, random occurrences but part of a whole—something sinister. The hauntings lasted for many years. One evening,  Alarik felt a tremendous blow to the back of his skull and he later died. #RandolphHarris 5 of 10

It was a traumatic event. Mrs. Winchester witnessed five objects begin to rise slowly out of the floor. They formed a rough semicircle about Alarik. They were human head. They were terrible looking. The grotesque faces were disfigured: all sores, terrible teeth and mouths, and they were all biting, like biting towards him. It was a vision from hell, worse than anything Mrs. Winchester could ever dream about. The heads were shrieking. As the feet of the dead stampeded through the room. The cold seemed to enter Mrs. Winchester’s very marrow. Her teeth were chattering. She shook like a leaf. The house seemed to plunge into total blackness. Mrs. Winchester groped her way across the floor, caught a sharp splinter of the fallen door in her palm, seemed to see something white and wraithlike surge up out of the darkest corner of the hall, and then heard a revolver shot. She was covered with icy sweat. Eyes listless. She advanced down the narrow side of the zigzag stairs. Her face was whiter than ever, as she saw bony, bloody hands clasping the Good Book. Mrs. Winchester fell back. When she awoke refreshed with sleep, she looked around, and the ghoulish heads, their mouths still opening and shutting obscenely, began to retract into the Earth. Mrs. Winchester felt slightly at ease. However, her ordeal was not yet at an end. Suddenly, the hair on her scalp was being yanked upward with great violence. Before she knew what was happening, her abuser was crouched down in front of her, their faces almost touching. #RandolphHarris 6 of 10

Mrs. Winchester was looking into features that resembled those of the hideous heads. She started screaming uncontrollably. She pushed the face into the floor. Her mind was a riot of thoughts, all frantically trying to explain the atrocious acts. Mrs. Winchester recalled the terrible visions recounted by the saints and mystics of antiquity and felt she was being attacked by the same forces. Mrs. Winchester took lots of bed rest after this series of paranormal events. However, she always felt an evil presence in the mansion and would get stone cold. She could not move at times. But the evil force certainly did. It terrified Mrs. Winchester. She always knew when it was coming for her because her body temperature would drop. She would start to shiver and turn blue from head to toe—really freezing cold. Mrs. Winchester’s belief that the spirit World was watching over her was a comfort. Evil spirits are organized into a military-like structure. The “principalities” are the highest ranking officers under Satan, the “powers” are officials of somewhat lower standing, and the “rulers of the darkness of this World” seem to be a special band of evil spirits whose sphere of influence includes the leaders of human government. The phrase “spiritual wickedness in high places” is better translated “spiritual hosts of wickedness in the Heavenly places,” and makes reference to the myriads of demonic hordes. They are all under the direction of Satan, who is not only named the “god of this age,” but also called “the prince of the power of the air.” The Black Arts could be highly dangerous and most emphatically not a field for the unstable, immature or otherwise emotionally or intellectually weak-minded people. #RandolphHarris 7 of 10

I DO conjure thee Spirit Crocell and your 48 Legions of Spirits, by all the most glorious and efficacious names of the MOST GREAT AND INCOMPREHENSIBLE LORD GOD OF HOSTS, that thou comest quickly and without delay from all parts and places of the Earth and World wherever thou mayest be, to make rational answers unto my demands, and that visibly and affably, speaking with a voice intelligible unto mine understanding as aforesaid. I conure and constrain thee, O thou Spirit Crocell and your 48 Legions of Spirits, by all the names aforesaid; and in addition by these seven great names wherewith Solomon the Wise bound three and thy companions in a Vessel of Brass, ADONAI, PREYAI or PRERAI, TETRAGRAMATON, ANAPHAXETON or ANEPHENETON, INESSENFATOAL or INESSENFATALL, PATHTUMON or PATHATUMON, and ITEMON; that thou appearest here before this Circle to fulfil my will in all things that seem good unto me. And if thou be still so disobedient, and refusest still to come, I will in the power and by the power of the name of the SUPREME AND EVERLASTING LORD GOD WHO created both thee and me and all the World in six days, and what is contained therein, EIE, SARAYE, and by the power of this name PRIMEUMATON which commandeth the whole host of Heaven, curse thee, and deprive thee of thine office, joy, and place, and bind thee in the depths of the Bottomless Pit or Abyss, there to remain unto the Day of the Last Judgment. #RandolphHarris 8 of 10

And I will bind thee in the Last Judgment. And I will bind thee in the Eternal Fire, and into the Lake of Flame and of Brimstone, unless thou comest quickly and appearest here before this Circle to do my will. Therefore, come thou! In and by the holy names ADONAI, ZABAOTH, ADONAI, AMIORAN. Come thou! For ADONAI, ZABAOTH, ADONAI, AMIORAN. Come thou! For it is ADONAI who commandest thee. If THOU hast come thus far, and yet he appeareth not, thou mayest be sure that he is sent unto some other place by his King, and cannot come; and if it be so, invocate the King as here followeth, to send him. However, if he do not come still, then thou mayest be sure that he is bound in chains in hell, and that he is not in the custody of his King. If so, and thou still hast a desire to call him even from thence, thou must rehearse the general curse which is called the Spirits’ Chain. As this smoke ascends I ascend also by following the path of smoke and usurping the power of worship to empower my blackened eternal soul. I take all power raised within this sanctuary as my own through this talisman of counter creation to strengthen my divine power and to Become a Living God. May my energy act as the very key which unlocks the cages of imprisonment so that I can reach liberation by stepping into the outer darkness which reunited the isolated frequencies of the light spectrum. Through this may I better perceive reality and become better able to counter create through personal alchemical transmutation and sorcery. #RandolphHarris 9 of 10

From ancient times, people have looked for positive guidance from the spirit World. However, they also believed demons caused most of the World’s problems. Demons were said to cause comets, volcanic eruptions, and eclipses. Some people believed demons were the reason for all illness. Demons had to be cast out before a person could get well. Basically, anything negative that people did not understand was blamed on demons. AD. 500, the Greek and Roman empires had fallen. Education declined. Without a scientific understanding of the World, people’s beliefs in demons resurfaced. The Middle Ages lasted from about 500 to 1500. During this time, anyone acting strangely was accused of being possessed. Religious leaders had the most power during the Middle Ages. They believed demons existed and had to be cast out with prayer. If this did not work, then people were tortured. Torture was meant to make the body too uncomfortable for the demon to stay there. Unfortunately, many people died being tortured. If torture did not work, “possessed” people were killed. Thousands of stories exist about demons from cultures around the World. The stories usually reflect the lifestyles and concerns of those who believed in them. One demon found in folklore in many cultures was the mermaid. She was said to be part beautiful woman and part sea creature. The demon mermaid is not like the sweet ones found in children’s books of movies. Demon mermaids were said to crush sailors to death or drown them. Then they would eat the sailors with their sharp teeth. According to legend, mermaids sat upon rocks, combing their long hair and singing beautifully. A mermaid’s beautiful voice attracted sailors to their doom. #RandolphHarris 10 of 10

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