Sarah leaves New Haven and heads for California. Appease the spirits with a place they can rest in… BUT, since there are so many, and each day their numbers grow, Sarah must continuously add to the house. The medium tells her that there is a way to obfuscate the army of haunts’ predation. Sarah, already a couple of loose screws, comes undone. All the fallen victims of Winchester rifles have unionized under the motto of: The ghosts of all those that have died at the killing end of a Winchester arm have a bone to pick with Sarah. Sarah and her family, her children, her lineage, anything that shares a modicum of blood with her ilk are indeed bedeviled and doomed. The medium calls on the spirit world and manages to snatch Winchester’s matter from beyond the veil. She needs answers and she needs them NOW. She goes to Boston and has a medium channel her late husband. She’s now certain that she’s the object of some evil game something otherworldly fascinated and feeding off her despair. So, it’s 1881, Sarah – cuckoo for cocoa puffs – Winchester is still grieving for her daughter when the love of her life keels over.
That pall of despair had shrouded her life and engulfed her in a spiritual malaise since that bloodcurdling episode. A horrible malady that withered her girl to bones and flesh right before Sarah’s eyes. A couple of years before, her infant daughter had died of an illness known as marasmus. By 1881, Sarah was already certain that her whole bloodline was cursed. She had “visions”, heard “things”, and her grasp on reality was fragile in the best of times. Sarah was already, by 1881, gripping to sanity like a castaway on very flimsy driftwood in the middle of an Atlantic swell. By crazy I don’t mean crazy! “let’s give her some shots cause that girl is wild”, I mean crazy, “let’s hire a team of medics with butterfly nets to follow her around just in case.” Source: Wikicommon Sarah WinchesterĪside from a swimming pool packed with gold coins where she could skinny dip in, Sarah was also known for something else… she was CRAZY. Her riches grew exponentially every passing day. And another gift from her husband? A cabal of crafty financial weasels that knew how and where to invest. To say that Sarah was filthy rich would be diminishing the type of pocket change she had at her disposal. A daily income that’s roughly, after conversion, inflation, and the mathematics of currency magic, about $26k a day in 2019. The already Scrooge McDuck rich widow also received 50% ownership of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. The jackpot! In today’s market that’s the equivalent of $543 million.
Source: Alchetron William Winchester The History Of The Winchester HouseĪfter her husband kicked the bucket and tuberculosis claimed another victim in 1881, Sarah Winchester inherited more than US$20.5 million. The residence the equivalent of an art-project gone terribly wrong… one in the hands of a depressed nutball with too much money, time, and paranormal hang-ups. The story of the house begins with the death of firearms magnate William Wirt Winchester. The Virgin sacrifice round table is to die for.” “Asmodeal, don’t forget to pick up your credentials. If demons were ever in the market for a convention venue to trade work tips and have water cooler conversations, The Winchester House is the place the diabolical organizer would book. The sort that blinks and gives discounts and breakfast vouchers to spirits with a need to go all poltergeists on an unsuspecting victim.
It is a mansion, located in San Jose, California, that might as well have a huge neon vacancy sign for ghosts that never goes off. The Winchester Mystery House is the grand-daddy of haunted houses.
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