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Their Unnumberable Sins and their Dubious Redemption

It was a chilly night late November, and I was deep in my thoughts. I had been working all evening in the library, and at last I had some time to rest, and was tired. Completely alone, I came and sat down in an armchair by the hearth. Shivering, I was cold, and rubbing my arms and about to give up when suddenly, there was a roaring sound, and the mahogany logs in the fireplace burst into flame. Glancing wildly about the room, I then heard the sound of my beloved William’s voice, even though he had been taken from me nearly a decade ago. The voice spoke again, seemingly just over my right shoulder. “Look sharp, Sarah,” I heard William say. As I made my way to the front parlor to investigate further, I pondered these things, and began to consider quite strongly that my mind might have played a mental recording of William’s voice. I heard a noise in the front yard and looked out a window to see a graceful family of deer moving down toward the fruit orchard An owl hooted mournfully from somewhere deep in the trees. All was peaceful as it should be. I convinced myself that I must have only awakened from a strangely vivid dream, when, as if in answer to my mental debate and its rational conclusion, I heard William’s voice again, “If you are in any trouble, telegraph to me.” After the chill which had crept through me to the bones was gone, I returned to library and the crackling wood in the fireplace was still burning. At the same time, I heard something clattering in the back of the house. Cautiously I walked to the kitchen and caught a glimpse of a man standing in the shadow near the stove. #RandolphHarris 1 of 6

I did my best to quiet the trembling fear that seized me: What if there is an intruder in the house? I opened several of the door to see if anyone was there. Then, suddenly a new terror seized me and sent my heart ponding. When I opened my bedroom door, I saw a man near the balcony. My brain struggled with a hundred different fears. But then, to my complete amazement, I heard the man singing softly, “Thoughts that have been for years sleeping.” “Who are you?” I asked the man. I could not distinguish his face in the dim light. “Who are you?” I repeated, trying to control all inflections of fear in my voice. As the man turned towards me, I was startled to see the face of my husband, William. That is when I collapsed. In the morning when I was awakened, I found myself in my bed. I knew that William’s great love for me had drawn him back to protect me. And I will never forget the glimpse that I received of him or the beautiful sound of his singing. William gave me the greatest gift imaginable: proof that there is life and love from beyond. To help out with the house, I hired a young woman Lovisa Schmidt. Lovisa was a lovely petite girl with a milky white complexion, soulful gray eyes, and long black hair. The young woman quickly learned that I has pangs in my back so she threw herself into her tasks and tried to life the burden from me. Lovisa was a gentle girl who behaved herself impeccably. The servants came to care for Lovisa, but one of them came to care for her too much. Young Calder was very lonesome. He became taken with Lovisa and pursued her. Lovisa, for her part, refused to accept his attentions. She told him that it was not right to pay attention to servants. #RandolphHarris 2 of 6

Early on the morning of December 20, 1890, Lovisa went to the barn to milk the cows while I had my tea in the library. Calder found her in the barn and demanded that he run away and marry him. Lovisa refused and Calder pilled a revolver on the girl. He shot her through the heart and she fell dead in the barn. He proceeded to turn the gun on himself, but his wound was not serious. Calder Webber was tried and convicted for the murder of Lovisa Schmidt in his first trial. His defense was that he was insane. His mother testified to Calder’s mental instability and childish behavior and related example of his strange behavior. The conviction was later overturned and a second trial was held. At this trial the boy was again convicted, despite testimony about his mental instability. In the end, though, he stoically accepted his fate and died like a man on the gallows. His body was claimed by his mother, who placed it in the back of a wagon she took Calder home where she and her husband laid him to his final rest under an oak tree in their backyard. A sone maker sits at the spot to mark the grave of Calder Webber for all time. Throughout the years, servant had come to believe that the barn was haunted. When Gjord would milk the cows, he often senses another sensed another entity by his side. On one occasion, he turned apprehensively, and was shocked to see Lovisa. She stopped and gazed right directly into his eyes with a soulless expression. #RandolphHarris 3 of 6

Daisy was living with me. She had numerous out-of-body experiences and visited the “other side.” While outside of her physical body, my niece Daisy encounter the spirit of Gjord, who had been killed nine months earlier. She conversed with him, as well as with many other spirit beings. Daisy informed me that, my husband, Mr. Winchester and daughter Annie, were present in the mansion. Daisy assured Mrs. me that my infant daughter Annie was an adult now. I shook her head in wonder. “But my little daughter was just a new born when she died.” Daisy smiled and assured me that Annie was all right now: “Cousin Annie is thin, tall, and beautiful; and Uncle William is looking so noble and happy. He says Heaven is perfect harmony and love, and it is a person’s inner life that makes for righteousness and happiness.” With tears streaming down her cheek, I had evidence that I had been making contact with my husband. I had sometimes seen a woman standing on the main staircase and ghostly footsteps. The spirited lady had been know to move tea cups before the eyes of amazed servants. There seemed little doubt that whoever she is, this spectral lady is still very much at home. I spent a great deal of money to accommodate the spirits. I brought in marble, granite, and find hand carved furniture from Europe. However, the spirits were not always happy. One evening, I was learning the parlor to go to bed. I paused a second, then went up to the attic to view my wedding dress. It was kept in a heavy glass case, which would sway on occasion. Even more interesting, my parasol and wedding slippers inside have changed position. #RandolphHarris 4 of 6

My home has hosted a plethora of haunts throughout the years. At one time a skeletal handprint appeared, as did orbs of light and footsteps. The front lawn and the fruit orchards are particularly haunted. In the month of July, 1892, the hauntings had become more odious every day. There was the heat and the rain, and decomposed bodies would randomly appear. The fields drank up the blood of thousands of young me and boy. The bodies were at first blackened from the sun and bloated from the gasses building up inside of them: then, after they had deflated—some in violent, horrid explosions when they were touched for removal—they very flesh began to slough off as the farmers tried to drag them away for proper burial, then they would dematerialize as if they were never there. No would could explain their appearance or disappearance, except with a begrudging nod to forces beyond comprehension. This mansion was becoming very restless. There was a haunting melancholy I had never experienced before. The cupboard doors would be closed at night and mysteriously be opened in the morning; clothing and jewelry would be moved and rearranged; books from the library would disappear and turn up in strange places. The unexplainable events continued. They must grow as weary now, as they did in life, of the fear, the never-ending stress of being timelessly and forever at war. Scatter flesh and bone and blood in my home, as their souls have been ripped from their mortal bodies, until like the primordial creatures, those who remained limped off to find solace and sustenance around their fires, to rest, to try and ponder their horrible deeds, their unnumberable sins, and their dubious redemption. #RandolphHarris 5 of 6

O ADONAY, most strong and powerful God, grant that these stones may stretch this skin, and do Thou remove from them all illusion, so that by Thy power they may possess the virtue which we desire. Feed and grow in powers as the consciousness of the sorcerer expands. JE, AGLA, HEU, HE EMMANUEL, by ye guardians of this parchment or skin, so that no phantoms may possess it. Spirits of the Winchester Mansion, I awaken the powers of darkness which dwell within you by the power of the blood of the three headed Dragon Zohak that you may serve to empower our great work! Through serving the greater cause of dark magick which break the shackles that bind the Blacked Fire of Spirit, may you be uplifted and liberated! Awaken and empower the forbidden rites of Angra Mainyu! Awaken to empower my great work of counter creation as an Apostle of the Lord of Darkness eternal and as a warrior of the Path of spiritual energy. Through the gateway of blood, spirit, mind, and body receive life from the deepest depths of Arezura, in the name of Zohak, and by the power of Angra Mainyu it is done! King of Darkness, bring mountains to the plains of our lives as obstacles overcome. Breed achievement. Bring beast to the field of our existence that we may grow cunning and might. Make this breed victory. I DO conjure thee, O Spirit Agares and the 31 Legions of Spirits under your government. Thee I invoke, the Bornless one. Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens: Thee, that did create the Night and the Day. Thee, that didst create the Darkness and the Light. Thou art Osorronophris: Whom no man has seen at anytime. Hear Thou Me, for I am the Angel of Paphro Osorronophris: that is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of Ishrael. #RandolphHarris 6 of 6


It appears that humans are not the only spirits trapped in time, forced by Whomever controls such things to toil endlessly and anon, walking roads they have walked before and inhabiting, seemingly forever, places where they have suffered. Other entities too, are caught in the cruel circular labyrinth that brings them back again to the places where they have lived. On occasion, visitors claim that they hear sobs coming from the vicinity of the statues of Hebe and Demeter. When they investigate, they find no one crying, but the ghostly sobs continue. Some think it is because the two Greek Goddesses can no longer see each other and are lonely. Legend has it is that the statues used to step down off their pedestals and walk around the grounds at midnight on New Year’s Eve to inspect the estate, but one night they did not returned on their own. When the caretakers found them, they placed them back on opposite pedestals are punishment. Others say it is so they can watch each other’s back. https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/

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Elusive Crossover from One World to the Next

Handsome he was, majestic even, as everyone said, and full of that smoldering power as only performers of magic possessed, long years ago. Oh, it was such a pain to lose him. It seemed of consequence of the entire Earth. Across the table, I reached for my lemonade with a shaking hand and took a sip. Reminiscing acquired a thirst. When I saw Elsa looking at me, I offered a weak smile before abruptly averting my eyes, and turning my attention back on the gardens. My heart was growing heavier and heavier. The night waned, the tone on the estate was quite strange. I pondered hard on the possibilities—and ramifications—of returning to the past. Some shrugged it off as impossible, since time, as we know it is a continuum and there is no going back…or forward, for that matter. Some say that all time is contained in the past and there is literally no future. Others bode ominously that even our merest presence in the past would disrupt the continuum and set up an entirely new future—where we live now—and change things so that the present is not what it is, perhaps even leading to the possibility that the time traveler in the past might never have been born! Still others claimed that time travel had already been accomplished and proven by sounds of physical laws. Although we are recognized for these magnificent rifles, the Winchester Arms Company also produced household and sporting goods. We had a product line that touched virtually every aspect of American life. Over 6,300 Winchester franchise stores were in existence. #RandolphHarris 1 of 6

Ordering products through the Winchester mail-order catalog was extremely popular. We manufactured double-raw ball bearings, safety razors, fishing tackle, and a line of tools: hammers, planes, saws, wrenches, flashlights, batteries, ice boxed, locks, scissors, cutlery, tong, meat grinders, paint and varnish, pots and pans—even footballs and bicycles! However, there was also a secret business that the Winchester Arms Company was involved in. Deep in my mansion, we had a super-secret facility which we conducted experiments using rare metals spinning at tremendous speeds in opposite directions. The result was the creation of a field—a torsion field—within whose influence strange things occurred. One thing was the rapid disintegration of life forms within the field’s influence. We experimented mostly with plants. The result, if the torsion field was strong enough, was the disruption or bending of space. And, because of the space-time continuum—a well known and accepted inviolable connection between space and time—if space is bent or distorted, so is time. A slowing or stoppage of time is the result. This whirlpool or vortex is evidence of paranormal energy. The vortex is a tap or connection into time. This paranormal energy not only gave us a vision of the past, but it allowed us to freeze time. That is why the carpenters were able to make this mansion mushroom from an eighteen-room farmhouse into a hundred room Grand Queen Anne Victorian Mansion in the first six months. #RandolphHarris 2 of 6

Of course, everything has consequences. One night, I stood on the front porch of my house to watch the stars in the sky. As I was gazing at the Heavens, I suddenly got a strange feeling, a feeling that I was in another space, another time. It was almost like I was in the wrong place. There were couples all over the veranda, talking directly to each other, four or five couples. The women were wearing trousers and so were the men. They looked very peculiar. The vision did not last more than a minute, but long enough to see them chattering, laughing, and walking around my home as if it was some sort of circus or museum. The entire scene vanished before my eyes. I paused to collect my thoughts and gather in my emotions. I could feel William’s energy with me. I felt him right next to me. His energy was here, in our very home. It was mid-August of 1890. The housemaid Elsa was doing chores when she noticed a tall man with a long beard and mustache sitting on a bench in the front yard. The man seemed sad, but paid no attention to Elsa. At first Elsa did not think for a moment that this man was anything other than a mortal. However, when she pointed him out to Mr. Hansen, things began to get strange. Mr. Hansen could not see the man despite the fact that he was obvious to Elsa. Elsa looked at Mr. Hanen and then looked back at the man but he vanished. Now she was beginning to wonder if she had imagined him. Elsa mumbled something and went back to work. #RandolphHarris 3 of 6

Later that day Elsa was walking down the road past a neighbor’s home when she spotted the man again. He was standing near a hired hand working in a field. No one seemed to pay the man any attention. In fact, no one even seemed aware of his presence. While Elsa watched, the man walked away into the fruit orchard, but he did not cause any disturbance. Elsa still clung to the idea what he might be an optical illusion based on where she stood. She convinced herself that she had seen the man again, and this time she would see that he was flesh and blood. Elsa was destined to meet the man again, but this time there was little doubt that when she saw the man sitting on top of the thatched roof of the stable. He seemed to be repairing shingles. The man still did not seem to notice Elsa, so she ran back to fetch the carpenter Mr. Hansen to verify what he saw. However, when they returned the man was gone. As Elsa looked around, she saw him in the doorway of the shed. Mr. Hansen could not see him, but he believed Elsa. He told Elsa Mr. Hansen to ask the man what he wanted. The man returned to the shed, but he paused as Elsa spoke to him. The man answered that he was William Winchester and he was looking for his wife. Then he asked her for help. Astonished by what this handsome made said, Elsa was so stunned that she thought her knees would buckle. She was witnessing a sight that few mortals were privileged to see. This spirit was identical to William Winchester, except he started becoming translucent, and did not bore the ravages of the terrible illness that caused his death. #RandolphHarris 4 of 6

What Elsa beheld next was even more startling. The handsome man in white passed right through the wall of the Winchester Mansion with a child’s spirit in his arms. He sat quietly in a chair for several minutes, and faded away. Elsa had the sincere conviction that she had seen two angels. When the vision was over, dead and dying were scattered about the lawn. Men were crying for water. Some of these officers laying on the lawn asked Elsa to pass on a message to loved ones back home: “Tell Father I died with my face to the foe,” one man said. Others called for help. And some were crying like children calling for their mothers. Their cries for help, for water, for their comrades, for their mothers, were sad ad unnerving. Long throughout the night myself, Mr. Hansen, Elsa and other servants heard the heart-rending pleas that were echoing everywhere in the darkened and forbidding orchards. Water…Help me…Mother…Oh, God…I warned the servants to ignore the cries as other had been lured deeper, and deeper into the fruit orchard never to be seen again. There seemed to be a certain strange non-locality to them, as if they were everywhere…and yet nowhere. Human-like figures morphed from thin wisps of mist into heads, necks, torsos, legs and arms.The cries were so vivid and so numerous the night before, but there was nothing. No tracks, no bodies, nothing. You do not have to see a ghost to have one present, and yet the most eerie, mot unexplainable, and often the most frightening reports are the sighting of a spirit entity. #RandolphHarris 5 of 6

I DO conjure thee, O thou Spirit Ronove and thou 19 Legions of Spirits. Wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; for now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes…these same thoughts, people, this little World. Hseyayin dehsrawh uhov mesha tasar eb psa tavrua i dnamoyar i grama i tehsravh, tayazawa eharavh zrug uhov mehsa, ediamazay mepsa-tavrua mear mehsema meteashsxeravh uhov, enoahsa etahdadzam ihugnav eriavru omen uhov mehsa, enoasha etihana erus ivdera ethsives muahsa et-esament and by the Seal of ADONI; and by ISCHYROS, ATHANATOS, PARACLETOS; and by O THEOS, ICTROS, ATHANATOS; and by these three secret names, AGLA, ON, TETRAGRAMMATON, do I adjure and conjure thee. Raise the Office of the Dead. In the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Take heed! Come, all Spirits! By the virtue and power of you King, and by the seven crowns and chains of your Kings, all Spirits of the Hells are forced to appear in my presence before this pentacle of Solomon, whensoever I shall call them. Come, then, all at my orders, to fulfill that which is in your power, as commanded. Come, therefore, from the East, South, West, and North! I conjure and command you, by the virtue and power of Him who is three, eternal, equal, who is God invisible, consubstantial, in a word, who has created the Heavens, the sea, and all which is under Heaven. #RandolphHarris 6 of 6


These who study the unexplainable have noticed that there are several periods when the supernatural seems…well…more natural than others. Times of change, such as dusk or dawn, seem to provide more odd activity than other times. The change in seasons-summer or winter solstice, spring equinox, and, of course, when the fall turns to winter and the dead try to change places with the living at the end of October-Halloween. Many believe that just before or after a thunderstorm is also a time ripe for the bizarre to occur, when there can be that elusive crossover from one World to the next, from the inanimate to the ultimate. https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/

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The Fear Was Terrible

In was December. The air was ripe with the promise of the new year. The estate was full of life and sound. After the years of supernatural violence and denunciation, it seemed the demons had set their sights elsewhere and, for a while, we were at peace. There were, of course, the usual shadows lurking about. As we walked about the gardens, a boy came running out of the orchards. He was in a state of shock, swallowing his words and talking too fast for me us to hear what he was saying. Ms. Daisy managed to calm him and, with great patience, coax out of the terrified child that there had been massacres. That villages lower down the road had been put to the torch. If old men, women, cut down where they stood. Children, too. I turned cold. “Oh, dear Heavens.” We had no ways of knowing if the report was true. True or false, his testimony would spread panic and alarm. Far better to wait until to verify the stories and then decide what action to take. When I arrived at dinner, everyone was in good spirits. Living as we did, to come together to celebrate, with food enough for everyone and in the warmth, my heart wept at the knowledge that in a matter of hours, all this might be lost. So I sat, knowing what I knew and yet having to conceal it. And all the time, I was watching the door, waiting for my niece, Ms. Daisy. Later I learned she had questioned the boy further and was satisfied that she was telling the truth without embellishment. I instructed the servants to be on alert. My head was spinning with so much information. #RandolphHarris 1 of 7

I instituted a search of the house. I sighed as I sat down in my chair. It was a grueling day. It was the middle of winter and the wind howled down the chimneys. Shuddering, I pulled my chair a bit closer to the fireplace. Listening to the domestic sounds from the kitchen made me smile. I was home and warm for the night. Tomorrow’s problems were not yet to be faced, and the warmth of the fire slowly lulled me to sleep. The sound of knocking at my front door startled me awake. The sounds seemed a bit faint, but they were persistent. I hurried to the door, wondering who could be out on such a bitter evening and what emergency would I find on the other side. I flung open the door and at first thought that no one was there, but then I was shocked to see a thin little girl no more than nine or ten years old, standing just before me. She was woefully underdressed for the blustery night. She wore thin shoes, a tattered dress, and a blue shawl that she had pulled tightly around her tiny shoulders. I wondered how the child stayed upright against the wind that buffeted her. The little girl did not wait for me to speak. “Mrs. Winchester, you must come, my mother’s sick bad and she won’t make it through the night without your help. Hurry!” Something about the wispy child and the intensity of her pleas moved me to action. “Some in my child, come in at once,” I said and shut the door. I quickly gathered my coat and scarf, pulled on my gloves and hat, and grabbed up my bag. #RandolphHarris 2 of 7

We moved swiftly to one of the Victorian cottages on my estate. She ushered me into her home. Her mother was one of the housemaids. She was normally a sassy lass, but now she was reduced to a skinny rack of bones. Her body was woefully undernourished and she was indeed extremely ill. Upon closer examination, she was gravely ill. Indeed, the lass would not last through the night without quick intervention—she was suffering from pneumonia. As I tended the fire, I talked to the woman. I told her that she would be all right and that and that my servants were coming with medicine. I also spoke to her about the brave little girl who had come to fetch me. I inquired as to the child’s whereabouts. The ill woman looked at me with honor. “My daughter died a month ago. Her shoes and shawl are there in the little cupboard.” The woman broke off with a sob. I felt compelled to look in the close. Inside hung the little blue shawl that I seen the little girl clutching earlier. Her shoes lay on the shelf. I reached out to feel them and they were dry. It would have been impossible for those articles to have been worn that same night. I tended to the woman for a bit longer. As soon as the servants arrived, I ordered the cottage searched for the child I had seen. No child was found. I was amazed at the power of human love and the lost child who reached beyond the grave to save her mother from death. #RandolphHarris 3 of 7

I returned home. The evening was nearly over, when I noticed a dark shadow to my left. However, when I focused my eyes directly on the spot, I could see nothing. I decided that perhaps my eyes were undoubtedly becoming tired. It was, after all, nearly midnight. A few moments later, I saw the shadow again. This time it crossed directly in front of me, moving toward the sofa. However, once again, when I focused directly on the thing, I saw nothing but the shadows of the dark room. I shrugged, distracted from the heading to bed. “Are you a ghost?” I asked, speaking toward the area in front of the sofa where I had last seen the shadow. There was no response. I went upstairs to bed. By the morning I had forgotten the entire episode with the mysterious shadow. Several moments later, a peculiar sound caused me to raise from my slumber, and I was surprised to see the shadow again. It crossed in from of my bed, then sat on an arm chair. Sometime between two and four in the morning I was awakened by the sound of artillery firing from the fields. It sounded like cannons firing one-at-a-time. I could hear there reloading between the shots. The fire lasted about ten minutes, then faded out, back into some mysterious fold of Time. Frightened, I did not look outside. I work my niece Ms. Daisy in the middle of the night to ask if she heard it. Unfortunately, she had been sound asleep and did not. However, I did not believe the sounds were figments of my imagination. #RandolphHarris 4 of 7

My mansion served as the venue for a most remarkable connection between the dead and the living which seems to spanned the ages. I tried to sleep, but there was another odd noise that echoed across the fields of my estate. Faint at first, the sound was soon recognizable: drumbeats. I finally fell asleep, never understanding the source of the sound. Once again, I was awakened by bone chilling cold, so cold it sent me running from my room. There was an icy apprehension as I ran forward, as if I was running for my life. I came to a new pathway in my mansion and entered it. I felt the sharp coldness of the air, but I knew I had to keep going. The fear was terrible. As I came around a curve, blood ran through the corridor like water. A strange haze formed. The haze was a visage of a young man with brown hair and a moustache, sideburn in front of his left war, with his eyes gazing to the right. Then a woman walked through the streams of blood, she was moving at a fast walk. She had blonde hair and seemed in a hurry. As I moved down the pathway, she vanished, but there, hanging on the wall, was a shriveled, mummified, human arm. The hand was a contorted claw. I was also astonished to see, floating before my eyes, a white, glowing, disembodied arm pull back and vanish into darkness of the room. The pathway severed never-ending abyss of darkness and horrors than any human being could imagine. A strong hand grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me so violently that I passed out. #RandolphHarris 5 of 7

I forced my eyes open once more, and I saw a pair of wooden clogs. I was lying on the fell, which was covered in blood. I struggled to push myself into a sitting position, dragging my legs round from under me, then tried to stand. “Let me help you,” an apparition said. The ghost’s strong hand was under my elbow, guiding me back to a parlor on the second floor. “Here.” I slumped down and leaned forward, elbows on my knees, waiting for the spinning to stop. I looked around the room. Clearly, it was morning. Everything was bathed in a flat, white light. The fire had burned out, leaving a pyramid of soft, gray ash in the grate. “We were concerned when you did not come down to breakfast, Mrs. Winchester. Why are you covered in blood? Have you been injured,” the butler demanded. “No. I slipped and fell in a puddle of blood in the new pathway recently built,” I said. “But Mrs. Winchester, the entire estate is as clean as we left in yester evening.” I frowned, trying to get the sequence of events clear in my mind. I had taken a bath, come back to the room, and enjoyed a cup of tea. Then I heard a cat in the room. As I looked around the room, there was nothing there. Within a short while, the tea cups started dancing about the table. Extended across the table, just inches from me and draped with what looked like some lacy fabric, was a woman’s arm, from the elbow down, the pale fingers eerily entwined in the tea cups. I screamed. The butler came running and saw the phantom limb. “What is it, devil is it Mrs. Winchester?” “There are forces in this house. Such power does not come from the devil. Do you see those books around you? They are full of stories of such persons, called in one place sorcerer, and in another witch, but what has the devil to do with such things? If you have such powers, what can and can they not do?” #RandolphHarris 6 of 7

The butler’s eyes grew large but his face was hard. His hands tightened on the arms of the chair and he cocked his head to the left as he looked the room up and down. I saw the look of fear coming to his face. The housemaid whispered: “She is reading our thoughts, Morgan, she can hide her own thoughts from us.” “Morgan,” Mrs. Winchester said, “what you have witnessed is terrible. I can see spirits. I have powers.” Morgan’s face was transformed from cold suspicion to sudden contempt. “Ah, witch!” he cried. “Why did you not tell me? Your house is full of witches! You are an order of Satan. This house is expanding so quickly because you have the power to stop time.” And then as tears poured down his face, I sobbed. He wrapped his arms around me. “We are all damned,” he said, “and you hide here in this mansion where they can’t burn you! Oh, clever, clever witch in the devil’s house!” “Wicked am I? A witch am I? Stopper of time? I will not have you speak to me in that manner!” Mrs. Winchester moved into the very center of the room and looking up and out the window, it seemed to the blue sky, she cried: “Come now Caim and you 30 Legions of Spirits Infernal! I entreat thee to favor me in the adjuration which I address to thy might minister LUCIFUGE ROFOCALE! Come hither to speak with me.” And at once a great dark shadow appeared in the window, as if the spirit upon whom she had called condensed himself to become small and strong within the room. “Damn you into hell, witch. I shall not be your warlock,” Morgan cried, and as the books began to fall around he, he feld the mansion, and the door slammed front doors shut after him and no one could pry it open ever again, try as they might. #RandolphHarris 7 of 7


Phantom limbs hovering over us, or playfully touching, or roughly shoving us. What could it be that allows the many manifestations of an active, viable, yet impossible World, sometimes seen, more often unseen, that apparently exists right next to us? What aberration in Time or Physics or Mass or Energy reveals to us this other land, usually unheard and invisible, that seems the dwelling place of the dead? https://winchestermysteryhouse.com/

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