Mr. Hansen was appalled to see the treasures coming through the front door: a German chandelier of sliver and Murano glass, silver candlesticks, enameled chests, coffered beds fitted with blue velvet curtains, carpets from Persia, and a splendid harpsicord with a double keyboard and a long triangular case. It was pained with galloping satyrs and nymphs, under a mellow glaze, in ocher, gold, and blue. Thanksgiving Day, Plymouth Rock, pictures of Pilgrims heading for worship with guns and dogs at their side. I was brimming with excitement. Only something was very wrong in this spectacular house. It became labyrinthine, and impossible to comprehend as one wholesome dwelling. Walls rose up like cliffs, floors tilted. There was a giant mahogany grandfather clock in the living room, and six-hundred rooms. I sat back on the sofa, and I felt myself drifting, dangerously close to losing consciousness. What did I envision? Something was changing in me, completely. My mind sought to grasp the sum total of all the spirits had revealed to me. And finally, I lost consciousness. I was taken out of my body. For several hours I was with my daughter in the spirit World. Here, I saw many angels and spirit beings. At first, I became very nervous, but precious Annie smiled up at me and relaxed me. Leaning tenderly forward, I kissed her on the forehead; but soon I was in the flesh again. She was gone, and the light was gone with her. I was elated and saddened all at once. My baby girl. Confused and experiencing a vague feeling of guilt, I started crying. Crying exactly as if I were a small girl, and I did not care. I was wounded. What could be expected? #RandolphHarris 1 of 5
I stood alone on the edge of the vast empty room, the exchange made its full impression upon me, and slowly, I approached the stairs. Then there was a knock at the door. When I answered it, I found no one there. In a few minutes, the sound was heard again. Again, I opened the door and became hysterical at the sight of a ghostly figure. Mr. Hansen rapidly approached me. “Mrs. Winchester,” he said, “are you feeling well?” “All is fine. I simply have a headache,” I replied. When he left, I went up to my room, threw myself on the bed, and went to sleep rather quickly. How long I slept I do not know, but I woke again with that indescribable yet well-known sense of not being alone. The feeling was scarcely less terrible in the daylight than it had been in the darkness. With the same sudden effort as before, I sat up in the bed. There was the figure at the open bureau, but I could not see it so distinctly. I rose from gently as I could from the bed, and approached it, after the first physical terror. I am not a coward. Just as I got near enough to see the papers on the bureau, there was a barefoot man with rags wrapped around his bleeding feet and legs. He looked dead. The man was staring eerily at the papers on my bureau, but now he appeared merely as an ill-defined, fuzzy outline of a man. It was obviously a man because of his large size, and he appeared to be wearing a Civil War fashion forage hat. As I started toward him, the figure simply vanished, fading like a wisp into the eerie Otherworldliness. As I got close to the bureau to see what papers he had been fondling, the temperature dropped at least 25 degrees. #RandolphHarris 2 of 5
The account book was open, and there were crimson finger prints of the ledger. Elsa tapped on the door. “Come in,” I said. “Mrs. Winchester,” she said with great confusion; “it is freezing cold in here.” “Forgive me, Elsa,” I added, “but I want to tell you something.” She looked shocked. “It is very sad, Elsa,” I said; “but I do not see any good reason for you to be coming to my chambers at the moment.” “It’s a real treat to see your pleasant face, Mrs. Winchester,” Elsa replied. The dear had given a special charm and brightness to my existence. Simple duties, rare and simple pleasures, filled up the sum of my life. When I went down stairs, the sky was a deep rose color, and the clouds streaking through it were gold. There were the faint distant cries of geese in the air, and nearby the lowing of cows. A rooster crowed, and the breeze carried with it the fragrance of incense and wax. The Winchester was in its glory. A light frost whitened the broad sweep of grass in front of the house to a semicircle of grand old cypress trees and palms. From the music room at the southern end of the wing, to the heavily framed gothic windows of the old rooms on the north, there shone one blaze of light. The scene reminded of some curious palace in a German legend; and I half expected to see the lights face out all in a moment, and my home wrapped in a sudden darkness. There was coffee to be sent; and I doubted if the still-room maid would manage matters properly. #RandolphHarris 3 of 5
“You only have to use the annunciator, Mrs. Winchester, and I will attend to you,” said Marjorum. “You are very kind,” I said, “but I assure you, I do not require your held. There run along, and I will see after my coffee.” She put her arms round me, and kissed me affectionately. I was content with the knowledge that I was being well cared for. How good it made me feel. Elsa brough the coffee down. Several friends were visiting. Of course, the wanted a tour of the mansion. We walked around for a little while. The sun had set by the time we were ending the tour. They ladies seemed to have some apprehension about touring the rest of the mansion. They had prior knowledge of the hauntings and were becoming engulfed in the mortal terror of sudden death. As we approached the famous door on the second floor that lacked a balcony, they saw, silhouetted in what little light there was left, was a man seen in officer’s clothes, but his face was melted and badly burned. For a few minutes, we stood by the door, statue-like, staring blankly at the man. “Why, what is that, Mrs. Winchester?” Susanna exclaimed; “and looking as pale as a ghost, I get see its ghastly face, even by this light!” Susanna looked deeply concerned. Audrey, however, fancied that the figure was real, even though she was an unbeliever in ghostly things. Her lips were dry and it seemed that her voice was gone. “Audrey, are you feel ill?” I asked. “I am not ill; I’ve been startled, that’s all; and I would like an explanation of the business that has frightened me?” she said. “As you know, my family has not been altogether a lucky one, in spite of its wealth and prosperity.” I replied. #RandolphHarris 4 of 5
It was so suddenly, as we were exiting the room, intense, so ominous, so cold that the two of the went running back to the morning room nearly frightened to death. Audrey felt someone grab her ankle as she was fleeing down the stairs. The carpenters also had strange experiences. Most with phantom footsteps, apparitions, objects moving, and doors opening and closing. It sounded like a normal day to Merrill. He was working on the broiler and heard a banging. It sounded like someone had picked up a wrench and was pounding on the wall. Merrill grabbed a tool and pounded back. He figured that someone else was working on the other wise and was just say hello. It was nice to know that he was not down there all by himself, so when the man on the other side banged again, Merrill obliged and banged back. The sound rang out in the darkness and seemed to disturb the very air. When the pounding started again, Merrill got annoyed. Why was this fellow banging instead of getting work done? Merrill did not want to be down there any longer than necessary so he decided to go around to the other side of the broiler and see who it was. Merrill walked around to the other side of the broiler and froze. On the other side was a man in a chief petty officer’s uniform. Merrill stared in horror at the man’s badly burned face. It looked almost melted to him. As he watched, the man simply faded away. As soon as the apparition was gone, Merrill bolted for the doorway and the floor above. Badly shaken he was found by other carpenters, and told his horrifying tale. #RandolphHarris 5 of 5
The Winchester Mystery House
There are shadow beings and spirit parasites that inhabit unseen areas at the edge of our material World who take delight in assuming control over humans, or even in entering and taking possession of a physical body. Caution must be taken even when one is led to believe that they are interacting with a departed family member or a dear friend.
Randolph Harris II International Institute 