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Is the Winchester Mansion really haunted?
Psychics have visited the mansion and believe spirits still roam around the grounds and the mansion. The ghost of Sarah Winchester has been seen by many over the years.
On one particular visit, I’ve been there several times, there was a séance I attended. Sadly we didn’t contact Sarah Winchester that night, but I gathered she wasn’t going to be summoned by the likes of psychics and amateur “ghost hunters.”
I didn’t like the way the séance was going so I excused myself and followed footsteps I heard in a corridor. With the echo, your guess would be as good as mine as to where I was going and, of course, I got good and lost. I heard doors open and close. I felt cold spots. I saw orbs of light dancing around. I even saw groups of women in black scurrying away. Door knobs turned. Windows rattled. I was given quite a show of activity, I can’t claim was all of the paranormal nature.
I found the kitchen. I heard someone ask, “Would you like tea, dear?”
I promptly answered, “No thank you.”
I looked around, but no one was there. The kettle wasn’t on and I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I answered, “Yes, thank you.”
I went into another room and sat down. I wanted to take in my surroundings.
I heard someone playing the piano off in the distance. I understood Sarah Winchester was an accomplish pianist. Would I be so lucky to hear her play?
I sat stiffly in the chair. I could feel the movement of cold air moving around me. I thought the spirits were as curious about me as I was about them.
“Why aren’t you at the séance?” I asked to no one in particular.
“Follow,” was the disjointed EVP sound I heard.
I wasn’t sure if it meant I was followed or I was to follow. To be honest, I wasn’t leaving the chair. I wasn’t going to be led around that house of mystery and step out a door that wasn’t at ground level or get any more lost than I already was at the moment.
“Is Mrs. Winchester receiving guests this evening?” I asked, just to break the silence.
A door opened to my left. The piano music had stopped quite awhile ago.
I felt the room turn icy cold.
“This can’t be good for Mrs. Winchester’s arthritis,” I said absently.
“No longer a problem.” I heard distinctly. I quickly turned around to see who had spoken to me.
Nothing was there.
“Are you Mrs. Winchester?” I asked hopefully.
I received no response, but a fire started blazing in the fireplace.
“Better?” I heard.
“Yes, thank you. Can you tell me how to get back to my friends and the séance?”
“No.”
All right, I was just going to sit tight until someone came looking for me.
I don’t know what happened, other than falling asleep with the cozy fire blazing.
My friends found me after the séance and we headed for the motel.
I can’t really tell you much about the séance and the rest of the weekend. I did have a lovely walk in the gardens before we headed for home, but I felt as though I was walking in my sleep.
Once I arrived home, I felt refreshed, but had a very sketchy memory of the Winchester Mystery House.
Thanks for stopping by!
Sharon
