Every now and then, we would have someone disappear. There was ample reason for the frightening events to take place. The breeze coming in the window suddenly turned slightly cool and smelled of the sea. The door near the porch atop the stairs would not stay closed, the door seemingly unlocked itself, and Zip would freeze when approaching the staircase leading to the second floor. As if recently painted with blood, the walls dripped. I doubt I could ever remove the blood stains. This Victorian structure was a monument to things long dead. As if seeking a victim, its windows, like malevolent eyes, leer out at the quiet evening. Peering at them, people often wondered what lurked inside. I felt a chill creep up my spine.  Although I had come to terms with my ESP faculty and was no longer frightened by it, I knew if I did not look away soon that a dim, ghastly face would appear at one of the windows. A moment later, I slipped away. I sudden found myself staring at the farther attic window. A bone chilling cold have crept up my spine. The skin on the back of my neck felt tight and tingly. At the far end of the room is a tower. It has a witch’s cap. As I looked down on the floor, I discovered the skeleton of a hand and a foot and scraps of scalp placed there in a perfect triangle. Looking at what I knew were human remains, I screamed running quickly out of the room, and up the spiral stairs. #RandolphHarris 1 of 7

Slowly, I regained control of myself. The knot of fear in my stomach had loosened. When I saw the tall, dark, man, I screamed and cowered. His face was obscured by a long, brown beard, and a large, black hat. However, nothing could obscure the fact that his eyes flashed red in the blackness of the night. He observed me, smiling from a cruel-looking mouth, his voice harsh and malevolent. “Now,” he commanded, “Mrs. Winchester, come with me.” There was nothing I wanted less than to be led through my home by the tall, dark man. However, I felt that I had no choice, so I went with him. My anxiety was not was not eased when the door to the attic flew open on its own accord, trembling on its hinges. And when we walked out of the room, the door slammed shut behind us so hard that the noise echoed throughout the house. Then before I could move, my body was compelled forward and I was swept away into the night. The journey through my labyrinth took hours. Bats flitted above us in great numbers, and at the end of the hallway, there were hundreds of shadows. Everything was so terrifying; I wish I had stayed unconscious longer. As we journeyed along the forbidden East wing of the mansion, I could hear hounds of hell malevolently howling into the darkness of the night. The souls of the dead cry out for its blood. #RandolphHarris 2 of 7

Not a ray of light came from the high windows. When I arrived at the altar room, I was left alone. Directly in front of me was a huge, wooden door. Very slowly, the door creaked open. I felt like I was walking down a dark street, stalked by stealthy footsteps, afraid of what I might find sneaking up on me if I should dare to glance over my shoulder. I had to look. I searched the windows. Though nothing showed through their blackness, my skin went tight and crawly. Suddenly, I broke into a run. I raced down the hallway and around the corner. I had seen something. Awful, desperate feelings built up and tears blurred my vision as I struggled to get away. I ran into the bathroom and tripped over the end of the bathtub. Falling toward the water, I noticed it was red. An unclothed maiden was reclining in the bath, with her arms stretched out. Her wrists were crossed-hatched with slashes and eyes wide, gazing toward the ceiling. Her face was contorted with pain and horror. Her shredded gown, a white the had gone red. The tatters covered little more than her bosom and loins. The exposed flesh, from neck to thighs, was punctured and stripped with raw wounds. Bright crimson sheathed her body. Goosebumps scurried up my skin. Then there was a sound which froze my blood. Knocking a chair to the floor, I listened in terror. It was a low, sweet rippled of laughter. The laughter of the ghouls. I built this house with blood money. Blood comes of blood. #RandolphHarris 3 of 7

The house was searched from attic to basement. They found more torn, chewed bodies of more victims on the second floor.  And the most horrific sight was reserved for the third floor. Two bodies lay facedown between the mahogany beds. Their bloody nightshirts were ripped to shreds, and so was their skin. In despair, I made a long, exhausting journey back to the Daisy Bedroom. I collapsed on the bed and looked out at my estate. For as long as I lived (which did not look as if it was going to be very long) I would never, ever forget the gruesome horrors I witnessed. It must have been the middle of the night when I awoke with a jolt. I had a feeling of a presence in the room. I looked around and at the foot of my bed stood a woman dressed in pioneer clothes. Her figure was completely white and as I looked at her, she seemed to fade away slowly. Deciding that I was dreaming, I turned over and went back to sleep. A moment later when I was still not fully asleep, I heard sounds by the side of my bed. It sounded as if an animal were passing by. I turned and to my horror, saw the perfect imprints of a bear’s pawprints on the side of the bed. I screamed. His warm breath on my face smelled of the Earth and wild, uninhabited forests. He lay his hands upon my shoulders. Claws bit into me. I stood before the demon, helpless with fear and wonder. Sobbing loudly, I pressed one hand across my eyes. My other hand shook. #RandolphHarris 4 of 7

Petrified of what was going to happen to me, and jumping in fright at even the tiniest sound. I realized that I was all alone. I never felt so desolate in my life, knowing that I had been left here as a porcelain doll for the terror feast of demons, ghosts, and ghouls! I knew I had to escape, but it would ultimately be fatal. It broke my heart to know that I would never see my beloved William or Annie again, or perhaps this was the moment our souls would be reunited. I must have drifted off, because some hours later I woke up. I gave a little cry of fright. I could not see anything, but I could sense that someone was in the room. I peered into the darkness with dread, my heart thumping, and my forehead damp with perspiration. “Is anyone there?” I said. There was a short silence, and then a noise, a sort of scary, rustling noise, just inches away from my bed. Whole body began to tremble. There was such a terrible wind outside and something sinter in the air. I fled my bedroom in panic, frequently falling over furniture. I continued on. The horror of this began to oppress me as never before, and I could not keep from thinking of my maddening dreams, of the frightful legends which lay behind my fortune. I did not know how long or how far—or indeed, in just what direction—I had walked. However, I knew there would be rooms opening on the right, and at the farther end of stairs that wound down to still lower depths. #RandolphHarris 5 of 7

I questioned how did I know that there was a level far underground? How did I know that the path leading to the Observational Tower should have been behind me? How did I know the secret passage to the Crystal Bedroom ought to lie on the left level above me? How did I know that the room of rare antiquities, and the rightward-leading passageway to the central library, ought to lie two levels below? How did I know that there would be one of those horrible, metal-banded trap-doors at the very bottom, four levels down? Bewildered by the frightful atmosphere, I found myself shaking and bathed in a cold perspiration. My home was fraught with infinite suggestions of knighted mystery. As if in the clutch of some compelling fate, I seemed to move almost automatically. I felt dim memories tugging at my mind. A figure leaned toward me, a blackened shape whose features for the moment remained unseen. I cringed inward, my body tightening, shrinking. Nothing was ever lost from Llanada Villa’s labyrinth vaults: although traumas may be hidden, perhaps placated, not all can be laid to rest; some merely lie low in anticipation of future arousal.  I could see an energy field that was frantically moving about. It suddenly moved quickly towards me, and I tried to move out of its path just as quickly. It stopped, and then moved back to a door near the end of the hall, flittering back and forth. I felt an overwhelming vibration of anxiety in the atmosphere. #RandolphHarris 6 of 7

I took a deep breath and walked to the door where the energy seemed to concentrate its activity. I felt a terrible dread consume me as I stepped forward. Then I froze, for I saw this image of a woman, and she was throwing herself at this door. I could hear a crash as she would hit it. And then I was overcome with information that there was great danger for her family. After the spirit in the hallway had demonstrated such an incredible explosion of energy, it was suddenly gone. In the stillness, the creaking of door sounded as loud as a scream. With infinite reluctance, I climbed down thirteen steps and entered a clandestine room. My heart raced and pounded, and I peered into the night, anxiously waiting for the horrible approach of what might be making a horrible approach. I waited for ages. It seemed to get colder and darker. I signed deeply, the breath sounding like the wind sweeping autumn leaves along the pavement. There was a hammering at the front door. Treading cautiously, glass crunching beneath my boots, I made my way to the front door and peeped through the window. Clearly standing on the veranda was a young boy and I could see the posts through him! I was not sure I could believe my eyes and when I turned around, he was gone. Then everything in the room was thrown about and smashed. Tables were lifted and overturned, chairs smashed to pieces, bookcases upset, and heavy settees thrown over. There was no one there. Confused thoughts and troubled emotions ran through my mind. I lay in the darkness, remembering the look and feel and voice of William #RandolphHarris 7 of 7

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