There was no one about. Cold rain, a rain worse to me than snow, was falling heavily and loudly.  I stood watching it fall. There was a great hum, as if this mansion was alive. While I gazed, a feeling of intense cold seized me. An iceberg before me could not more have chilled. I was convinced that it was not the cold caused by fear. As I continued to gaze, I thought that I distinguished two eyes looking down on me. One moment I fancied that I distinguished them clearly, the next they seemed gone; but still two rays of pale-blue light frequently shot through the darkness, as from the height on which I half believed, half doubted, that I had encountered the eyes. I strove to speak—my voice utterly failed me; I could only think to myself, “is this fear? it is not fear! I attempted to rise—in vain, I felt weighed down by an irresistible force. This overwhelming Power opposed any volition I could make. At last, horror—horror to a degree that no words can convey. The light began to slowly wane from the candles; they were not, as it were, extinguished, but their flame seemed, very gradually withdrawn; it was the same with the fire—light was extracted from the fuel; in a few moments the room was in utter darkness. I felt a great sense of dread being in this dark room with something whose power was so intensely strong. I found the strength to rise from my chair. I could see a dim shadow against the opposite wall. Suddenly I saw him directly above me, his eyes huge, his dark robes swirling about him—and in that instant I felt the whole room vibrate sensibly; and at the far end there rose, the ghastly shape of death. #RandolphHarris 1 of 6

On it my eyes were intently fixed, till the eyes grew out of the shadow—malignant, serpent eyes. I felt the clutch of cold soft fingers at my throat. If I gave way to fear, I knew I would be in bodily peril; and I concentrated all my faculties in the single focus of resisting. I turned my sight from the shadow—above all, from those strange serpent eyes. The atmosphere began to redden as if in the air of some near conflagration. A rumbled rolled over the moonlit room, a faint and horrible sound seem to rise out of the Earth itself everywhere; a great sigh seeping from the corners and crannies in my home. A great blast of icy wind froze my skin so that I was aware of every dimension of my body: cold face, cold hands, cold limbs. Outside, I could hear the thundering of carriages and plumed horses galloping before it. Now and then a violent shudder swept over me, stopping me, lifting me for the moment off the balls of my feet so that I would sink down, disoriented. Gradually, all things were shallowed up in the darkness of the murky shadow, as if out of that obscurity all had come, into that darkness all returned. As the gloom recede, the shadow was gone. Slowly as it had been withdrawn, in the fire place the oak and kindling roared into a flame again, light returned to the candles on the table. Nothing changed for the rest of the night. Nor, indeed, had I long to wait before the dawn broke. Though the oppressive air that saturated the house had been lifted, I still felt, as I stood on the floor, the creep of the horror which I had experienced the night before. As I was descending the stairs, I heard a footfall before me. #RandolphHarris 2 of 6

As I opened the door to the parlor, I could distinguish a low laugh. I expected to find a servant playing games, but no one presented themselves. The sitting-rooms were large and cheerful and they and the bedrooms more than ordinarily lofty, the kitchen and servants’ rooms, on the same level, were well and comfortably furnished. The candle had been distinguished, and I was coming up stairs. I had already dismissed my maid, when I was startled by an unnaturally tall figure standing in the library. The light was too faint to enable me to define anything respecting this apparition. A wave of sickness overcame me. I felt something brush close to my left side, and then I was thrown a short distance. The strange, hazy mist levitated slowly across the library, from one side to the other at least ten to twelve times. The pain in my face and in my ears and in my hands was unbearable. How many hours passed, I did not know. When I climbed to my feet, I did so slowly. My hair was a mass of tangles and knots. I shook myself all over. It felt good to be standing on the warm floor. Electric light was streaming through the door way. Something was creeping slowly toward me along the floor. It was something dark and serpentine in shape. I stooped down to examine it with feeling of intense horror and repugnance, and discovered that it was moving toward me from the other side of the wall. My eyes were fascinated, and for the moment I was unable to move. #RandolphHarris 3 of 6

Silently, slowly, from side to side like a thick worm, it crawled forward into the room beneath my frightened eyes, until at length I could stand it no longer, I would not permit it to prey upon me. The passage to the next room was locked. I pushed it as hard as I could and the lock gave way. I fell headlong into the room that was pitch dark and very cold. In a moment I was on my feet again trying to penetrate the blackness Not a sound, not a movement. Not even the sense of a presence. I stood there shivering, cold as ice, starting, shivering listening. Suddenly there was a step behind me and a light flashed into the room, and when I turned quickly with my arm up as if to ward off a terrific blow. Countless thoughts crowded into my head. What was really going on here? No one knew what it was like to witness such horrors. Imagine it. Imagine a house gradually awakening to its own contours as an entity, an entity struggling to grasp that it is possessed by spiritual beings…and besieged by what it can hear but not see and then see but not comprehend….amid a cacophony of vices that never ceased speaking. Imagine living in such a house. Almost every type of haunting phenomena has been observed or encountered in this mansion. Footsteps have been heard in the master bedroom and on the stairs. Windows, even when fastened down with three or four-inch bolts, have mysteriously opened in the middle of the night. There is often the aroma of food being prepared in the kitchens, when no one is around. #RandolphHarris 4 of 6

Screams are frequently heard echoing through upstairs rooms; girlish giggles and rattling of doorknobs are also commonplace. Numerous servants have seen a man hanging from a scaffold on the south side of the mansion. The house is very much alive. Blood. Cold blood. Powerful blood has created this web of spectral energy. It is a formidable place and the walls cast long ominous shadows, which suggest a particularly tragic past. And in this case, the walls do not lie; the mansion dose not disappoint in this regard. Now the Heavens spread out in all their indescribable beauty before me, the stars like diamonds everywhere that I look, diamonds of inexpressible brilliance, shining like gifts in the great black vault of Heaven, gifts from whom or what we may never know. But if there ever was hell on Earth, it was in this mansion. Some evenings, the floors are slick with phantom blood and gore. Wounded ghosts sit along the hallways, doors are magically taken off the hinges. Dark dreams seem to plague sleepers, which have resulted in some staff members vanishing in the middle of the night—with no explanation. Some people want to identify who these ghosts are. However, does it really matter? I bear the Curse of the Winchester Rifle, and I claim no great power for this mighty deed. Preternatural voices sing acclamation in the Grand Ball Room, as blood tears fall from the ceiling. The undead are utterly alive. #RandolphHarris 5 of 6

ASTRACHISO, ASACH, ASARCA, ABEDUMABAL, SLLAT, ANABOTAS, JESUBILIN, SCIOIN, DOMOL, Lord God, who dwellest above the Heavens, whose glance searchest the abyss; great me, I pray Thee, the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end of which I would attain by Thy help, O God Almighty, who livest and reignest for ever and ever. I do conjure thee, O thou Spirit Shan and your 30 Legions of Spirits, by all the most glorious and efficacious names of the MOST GREAT AND INCOMPREHENIBLE 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 affably, speaking with a voice intelligible unto mine understanding as aforesaid. Emperor Lucifer, Master and Prince of Rebellious Spirits, I adjure thee to leave thine abode, in whatsoever quarter of the World it may be situated, and come hither to communicate with me. I command and I conjure three in the Name of the Mighty living God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, in addition by these seven great names wherewith Solomon the Wise bound thee and thy companions in a Vessel of Brass, ADONAI, PREYAI, or PRERAI, TETRAGRAMMATON, ANAPHAXETON or ANAPHENETON, INESSENFATOAL or INESSENFTALL, PATHTUMON or PATHATUMON, and ITEMON; that thou appearest here in this mansion to fulfill my will in all things that seem good unto me. You have brought forth the beasts to the field and the creatures of the night! Ahriman with your infernal blessing I ask that you would bring forth the baneful powers of the Wolf kin to fill this oil with their essence that it may be compelled according to my will! #RandolphHarris 6 of 6

The Winchester Mystery House

A materialized ghost may seem as solid as any human. Modern science no longer regards as “solid”; rather, they are understood to be congealed wave patterns. The whole imposing array of subatomic particles—electrons, protons, positrons, neutrino, mesons—achieve particle-like characteristics in a manner similar to the way that wave patterns in tones and overtones produce characteristic sounds.

Ghosts may be made up of transitory, emergent matter that appears and disappears. This matter “can sometimes be seen and felt before disappearing. It behaves like ordinary matter but still has no permanent existence in the framework of our conception of space and time. In fact, after it transitory manifestation, it seems to be absorbed back into another dimension or dimensions. https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/

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