The Winchester Mystery House is in San Jose, California. I believe this story happened nearly twenty years ago…
The story goes that Sarah Winchester, who was the widow of the firearm magnate William Wirt Winchester, kept the mansion under constant “around the clock” construction, until her death on September 5th, 1922.
A Boston Medium told Sarah, while channeling her diseased husband, that she should travel West, where she must continuously build a home for herself and the spirits of the people who had fallen victim to the Winchester rifles.
The property and mansion were claimed by many to be haunted by the ghosts of those killed with the Winchester rifles.
The mansion was built in a haphazard fashion. The home contains numerous oddities such as doors and stairs that go nowhere, windows overlooking other rooms and stairs with odd-sized risers, et cetera.
The sound of music boxes playing upon entry has a way of bridging many dimensions. I loved it!
I recall stepping away from the tour group, when we were upstairs, because the sounds coming from outside a window drew my curiosity. I could see there was much construction in progress, and noticed the apparel the men wore appeared to be from another time period. This fascinated me! The mansion was still under construction in other dimensions, times, and spaces……
Although I felt a very strong past life connection to the Séance Room, it was the basement of Winchester House that got me…
Immediately upon descending the steps into the basement, there were lots and lots of sweaty spirit souls down there! “They” all seemed to be minding their own business and working earnestly, while I was experiencing quantum dimensions within dimensions.
The energy was thick and heavy.
It was something I was trying to process. I could see the living walking among those in other dimensions. It was quite crowded.
Then, like Fibonacci in action! The heads of those in spirit turned toward me – one by one. It was as if they knew I could see them and wanted to converse!!!
They floated towards me in strobe-like fashion, their whispering voices sounded like a swarm of hornets approaching!
The jig was up!
I let out a “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” that startled the entire tour group! I did not care, I moved fast. Every man, woman, child, and ghost for themselves. Follow me or not, my ass was confidently out of there!!! Until…
I tooted.
It sounded just like a nervous duck quacked behind me!
You should have seen those people scatter - Here and on the Other Side!
