In 1884, Sarah Winchester began construction on the Winchester Mansion, also known as the Winchester Mystery House. The mansion was under constant construction for 38 years – stopping only due to the death of Sarah Winchester – and it is widely reported as a haunted house. During those 38 years of construction, Sarah directed all construction on a day-to-day basis, with no master plans to follow. The mansion cost $5.5 million to build, which would be the equivalent to $71 million today.
Sarah Winchester lost her daughter in 1866 to marasmus, and then she lost her husband, William Wirt Winchester, in 1881. Fearing that a curse was on her family, she sought help from a psychic medium. The psychic told Sarah Winchester that thousands of people have died because of [your husbands guns] and their spirits are now seeking deep vengeance. When Sarah asked what she should do, the psychic said to build a home for yourself and for the spirits who have fallen from this terrible weapon, too. You must never stop building the house. If you continue building, you will live forever. But if you stop, then you will die. And that’s exactly what Sarah did.
After her husbands death, Sarah Winchester inherited more than $20.5 million, and she also received 50 percent ownership of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. The ownership of the company gave her an income of $1,000 per day, which would be equivalent to $22,000 today. With this money, she could easily afford the constant construction of the Winchester Mansion.
Today, there are 160 rooms, 40 bedrooms, two ballrooms (one incomplete and one complete), 44 fireplaces, 10,000 window panes, 17 chimneys, two basements, three elevators, and it stands four stories tall. It used to be seven stories tall, but an earthquake in 1906 destroyed some of the upper floors. Most of the halls, doors, and windows lead nowhere and end suddenly. There is a huge array of colors and materials throughout the house, and it took 20,500 gallons of paint to cover the whole house.
If you find yourself in San Jose, California, take a stop by the Winchester Mansion. It is open for tours and you will never see another house quite like it. Just be sure not to get too lost. There have been reports of people getting stuck in there for hours.
In December of 1975, George and Kathleen Lutz bought a house located at 112 Ocean Avenue in Amityville, New York. The house was purchased for what seemed to be a ridiculously low price – $80,000. The six-bedroom house had a boathouse, a swimming pool, a gambrel roof, and it was located on a canal. Overall, it was a deal that was simply too good to pass up, even when George and Kathleen Lutz learned that the previous owners, the DeFeo family, were murdered the previous November.
The Lutz family moved into the house on December 19th, 1975. It was a quick transition, since they had purchased most of the DeFeos furniture in the deal. When a friend of George Lutz learned of the DeFeo murders, the friend recommended that George have a priest bless the house. George and Kathleen contacted a local practicing priest, Father Ralph J. Pecoraro.
The priest arrived some time later and began his blessing rites. When Father Pecoraro splashed the first holy water and began to pray, he heard a masculine voice command that he get out. Father Pecoraro left the haunted house, without any mention of the incident to the Lutz family. Some days later, Father Pecoraro phoned George Lutz and told him to stay out of the room where he had heard the commanding voice. Before the conversation could continue, static cut into the call and it was dropped. Father Pecoraro developed a high fever and blisters on his hands over the next few days.
Here is an audio recording of Father Pecoraro detailing his experience in 112 Ocean Avenue:
George and Kathy Lutz lived in the house for only 28 days. During their time there, they experienced a variety of paranormal phenomena:
Swarms of flies plagued the house, despite winter weather.
Unexplainable cold spots and odors of excrement throughout the house.
Kathy Lutz felt sensations of being embraced.
George Lutz would awake and go out to the boathouse at 3:15 AM every morning. It was later learned that this was the suspected time of the DeFeo murders.
The Lutzs five-year-old daughter developed an imaginary friend named Jodie, which is suspected to be a demonic pig-like creature with glowing red eyes.
Large cloven hoofprints were seen in the snow on January 1st, 1976.
Green slime occasionally oozed from the walls of the house.
Kathy Lutz received red welts on her chest from an unseen force stopping on her.
A small room was discovered in the basement. Its walls were painted completely red, and the Lutzs dog would cower in fear whenever it approached the room.
Kathy had vivid nightmares depicting the murders of the DeFeo family.
Doors were heard slamming throughout the house, waking George from his sleep. No other family member heard or awoke to the sounds.
The Lutz family eventually attempted to bless the house, without the aid of a priest, hoping to quell the angry spirits. During the blessing, George heard a chanting of voices saying, Will you stop? The blessing did very little to negate the paranormal phenomena.
In January, after another attempt to bless the house, George and Kathy fled from the house and never returned. When asked to describe their final night at 112 Ocean Avenue, George and Kathy declined any comment and simply said that the events weretoo frightening.
Jay Anson, the author of The Amityville Horror: A True Story, based the title of his book on The Dunwich Horror, a story by H.P. Lovecraft.
Since February 23rd, 2010, the National Geographic has been hunting down and documenting paranormal activity in the television series Paranatural. Whether it is a haunted house or a mountain range, they have been scouring for strange occurrences. Unlike most Youtube videos and other questionable ghost sightings, the National Geographic tends to utilize professional equipment and experts within the field of paranormal activity. One such area they have investigated, Lineville Gorge, lies within Western North Carolina.
The Lineville Gorge is well known to the residents living within the vicinity, telling tales of strange lights, dancing orbs, paranormal appearances, and all sorts of ghostly happenings. There have been so many occurrences that the residents have taken to calling them ghost lights, The Ghosts of Brown Mountain, or The Brown Mountain Lights. These lights are described as glowing orbs of bright light that manifest suddenly, float upward, and often move unnaturally quick.
Traditionally, glowing orbs, more commonly known as will-o-the-wisp, can be easily explained. Decomposing flesh can potentially give off the chemicals phophine and methane. Phosphine will spontaneously ignite when contacted with oxygen in the air, thus lighting a small fire above the decaying corpse. This fire continues burning for a prolonged period of time, often until the corpse has completely decomposed and no longer can produce phosphine gases. However, unlike the video above, these lights are not known to move, hover, and change colors. Will-o-the-wisps are merely a natural bacterial byproduct.
The ghost lights in Lineville Gorge do not represent a singular occurrence. There have been countless sightings of dancing, glowing orbs around the world. And even today, in our modern society, we are still trying to figure out where they come from and why they appear. Whether they are the restless souls of the deceased, or the oxidation of phosphine and methane, we may never know. One thing is certain: they have captured the attention of the human race and continue to freak us out.
Sleep well, lock your doors, and keep a camera close by for those late night ghost sightings.
In 1991, the New York Supreme Court, Appellate Division, held the caseStambovsky v. Ackley, where it was determined that a house publicly marked as haunted can bring down the value of that house, and the current homeowner must inform any subsequent purchasers of the houses haunted state. Before you go wondering about how a court can legally rule on such an ambiguous topic, there is a lot of history behind this specific case.
Helen Ackley was the original owner of the house involved in the case, and she claimed that both she and her family had interacted with numerous ghosts in the house. Between 1977 and 1989, Helens stories of poltergeist activity were published three different times in her local newspaper and Readers Digest. Naturally, the stories grabbed the attention of countless individuals and the houses haunted fame grew.
Supposedly, the ghastly residents of Helens house interacted with her family on a daily basis. Helen even claimed that a specific ghost woke her up every morning by shaking her arm, and if Helen did not want to wake up early in the morning, she had to inform the ghost before she went to sleep. The ghosts also gave Helens grandchildren small gifts, which disappeared later.
When Helen Ackley went to sell the house, neither Helen nor her Realtor informed the buyer, Jeffrey Stambovsky, about the houses ghastly occupants, and Stambovsky was unaware himself. Stambovsky signed a contract to purchase the house, made a $32,500 down payment, and agreed to purchase the house for a total of $650,000. Unfortunately, the purchase did not go as planned.
Stambovsky soon learned about the haunted stories surrounding his potential home purchase and he immediately filed a legal action to cancel the contract. Along with demanding damages for fraudulent misrepresentation, Stambovsky refused to attend the closing of the houses sale, thus forfeiting his original down payment of $32,500. Stambovsky appealed and the case was brought to the attention of the Supreme Court.
The Supreme Court decided, regardless of whether the house was actually haunted or not, since it was publicly reported as being haunted, the house was to be legally marked as such and the overall value was greatly affected.
So, if you have a ghastly resident wandering the halls of your house, think twice before you start informing your local papers of its existence, especially if you hope to sell the house soon.
WARNING: you probably won’t like what you are about to read. If you are easily offended… don’t read it. If you are open to everything super weird and don’t take things seriously (this is clearly completely made up ) then please continue…..
You guys are the ones thinking it, so why not feed the fire?
Let me take you on an intimate journey…. into the depths of my awesomeness.
First come walk with me through my chamber. The walls, ceiling, and floors are going to move around a bit so try to keep your balance. Don’t worry about the skeletons. They won’t hurt you, they are already dead. duh. Or was it not the skeletons you were worried about? In any case, please excuse the mess. My slave boys have been doing a bad job cleaning up… so now they are a bit… tied up. I’ll introduce them to you in a minute….
Oh… look out… that’s Jack, my ex. He had a bit too much of the rum and ran off with some wenches without me. We had a little talk and everything is fine now. In fact, he always seems to be hanging around. Kisses baby!
Now if you will step this way….
Let me show you my absolute most prized possession. By possession, I mean possessed. Meet the little one. You guys are all curious about this bed breaking “devil sex”… Well here is the bi-product of a freakish yet loving environment. Isn’t she just darling? She has my eyes. Careful, don’t get too close. She hasn’t fed yet today and when she’s really hungry she’ll spin her head around and vomit at you.
Keep walking with me please.
If you look right ahead I’d like to show you my behavioral reinforcement table. Just ignore this man laying here. He is a disappointment. He likes to dress like a show pony and have me train him… yet in our last session he failed numerous times to pick up his leads as a proper show pony should. He also spoke out when disciplined. Ponies do not speak. Therefore he has to go through the shocks. I keep the hood on at all times of course. Here let me turn on the shocks for you. He needs to learn his lesson anyway…..
Speaking of bad boys. Here is #359 (the slaves here live by numbers, not names). This one failed to clean my chambers properly after one of my sessions. He even forgot which floggers go where. I’m very upset with him. He has been in the stocks for a couple of weeks. I let his feet free so he can move about and clean the floors with a broom in his mouth. He’s learning slowly but surely. If he keeps up the good work I may let him out soon!
Finally, meet Larry. He kept getting excited on me… despite numerous warnings not to. So I blindfolded him and let him play with my pets. I don’t think it will be a problem anymore.
That concludes the tour. I hope you enjoyed looking into my world. So… are we still on for that dinner and a movie date or what?
When we last left our princess (you), she had just got home from an absurdly horrible date with a man that she thought was going to be her dream come true. He was rude, brash, cocky, and cheap. At the end of the date he still had the nerve invite himself into her home. Now the Princess has ideas of her own…
As you sit in the car and rethink the horrible date, your brain goes into overdrive. You are the Halloween Queen. This prince has no idea who he just crossed. You know this is going to be a date that you’ll remember, but now it will be for the most devious reasons imaginable. You are going to teach him a lesson he’ll never forget. Its time to put the princess away and bring out the demon he has awakened. He pulls up to your house and looks over at you. Aren’t you going to invite me in?he smiles. Oh yes. Oh yes, you are.
You turn to your handsome Prince with a sweet smile on your face. “Can you please just wait in here one minute… my house is such a mess. I wasn’t expecting company. I want to make it as presentable as I can for a Prince like yourself.” The Prince grins and gives you his signature wave of the hand. This is your cue to be dismissed.
You rush into your home. You have little time to make this perfect. You want make this date as unforgettable for him as he has made it for you. You quickly turn on your fog machines to set the mood. You pull out your favorite animatronics and plug em in. These are going to be your crew, your defenders. The Prince will never see this coming.
You head outside to wave down the Prince. You seductively invite him in. As he enters he notices the fog coming from under the door of one of the rooms. “Um, what’s that about?” he asks, pointing to the fog. “And do you have something for Halloween that I don’t know about? I mean…. it’s April for Christ’s sake….” He looks around at the cobwebs and Jack- O- Lanterns scattered around your house and seems uneasy. “Oh, you don’t like it?” you pout. “Halloween is what I live for. Any man who wants to get in my pants needs to get in my Halloween head first” you wink at him.
“Please sit down. Let me get you something to drink.” you say as you push him onto the couch. You head to the kitchen and take out your favorite champagne flute. You fill it with your finest champagne and drop your favorite magic potion into it as a final touch- LSD. Perfect. You saunter out and hand the laced champagne flute to your Prince. “Now, let me slip into something just a little more comfortable” you breathe into his ear. “You are one crazy broad but it’s hot!” the Prince quivers in anticipation.”OH, give me the dress when you are done. I don’t think it fits you as well as I thought it did. I’ll get you something else instead.”
You turn around and cringe as you walk away to the room with the fog. You close the door behind you and breathe. He wants the dress back? You’ll give him the dress back. You grab your stage blood and visciously splatter it all over your dress. Awww…too bad. You liked this dress…but this is well worth the loss. You get naked and splatter the blood all over your body. You slip on your own Prince CHAR-ming mask and get ready for the best Halloween scare the month of April has ever known.
You yell to the Prince from behind your door, “I’m ready for you.” Just as he opens the door, you start screaming. Holding your prop butcher knife in one hand and the bloody dress in the other hand. The Prince freezes in disbelief. All of a sudden Krazy Kristen starts screaming and thrashing from her metal wall. As the Prince turns an ice cold body falls from the door way and knocks him to the ground. The Prince, stunned, looks up and sees a half torso of a man twitching and jerking above him. You inch towards him making deathly gurgling noises and snaring. As the Prince wildly screams and backs away towards a different corner of the room, he bumps into Spitting Debby. She stops her eating and lifts her head up and spits a blast of water and air into his face. The Prince’s heart almost beats out of his chest as he screams and runs for the door. Finally, your favorite clown Chuckles bounces down from the doorway and you laugh in a horror of hysterics as the Prince falls and runs for safety.
You run after him. “You forgot your DRESS!” you snare. But it is too late. He’s already burned rubber down the street and in the next city before you can blink. You are left with tire tracks in your driveway as a souvenir of your dirty work and a warning to future bad dates.
You kiss your favorite Prince of all, Prince Chuckles, and close the door.