It’s tough to be absolutely terrified of something when you have to go through a gift shop first.
Surrounded by mugs, tees, bottle openers, and God only knows what else, a sense of creeping fear is in limited supply. Until you see the Ouija boards. Creeping fear comes then, but it’s just a tickle. At least it’s there, breathing on the back of your neck like a breathless hound from the depths of Hell. And you see the board’s hefty price tag. Heavy fear comes into your stomach, like a three-egg omelet dripping with cheddar cheese and chorizo an hour after you ate it.
There’s a lot that can be said about the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, California. The mansion is reminiscent of Hearst Castle (found just a few hours south). The mystery house is beautiful, oddly built, tight-quartered, sunshine deficient, and obnoxious with old world luxury. There are thirteen hooks in the closets, windows with thirteen panels, thirteen bathrooms, and so on. That number sends creeping tendrils of mathematical grief up my spine.
There’s the staircase that leads into a wall and a door that, should you walk through it, will drop you to the cold earth a floor below. The creeping horror grabs your shoulder with invisible skeleton fingers. The ghosts of all those killed by Winchester’s rifles shuffle zombie-like through the claustrophobic halls; they fill dark shadows with smoky semi-human forms, and wait for the call of Sarah Winchester from her now empty séance room.
It could be they’re rehearsing for the movie slated to be made there starring Helen Mirren. Out next year. It’s on IMDB even.
You follow the tour guide into the next room, listening with dumbfounded anticipation as she recites a well-rehearsed litany of stories – from earthquakes to hired help – and you realize you could have been considered just as odd as Sarah if you had a home like hers, only there’s a difference. A creeping epiphany gnashes its teeth in your face.
She was rich and you are not. Helen Mirren will never play you.
Had Mrs. Winchester taken her quirky building habits and applied them to a tiny home, or an RV (or even an old VW bus), chances are no one would care. But she took a farm house and kept adding on, and adding on, ad nauseam. For us, putting a bed against a door or hanging a map sideways takes out our budget. That’s as “Winchester” as we can get. But was Sarah really crazy?
The folks at Winchester Mystery House do a great job of leaving that up to us. They tell you what people tell them, share the stories of what some believe were her battles with ghosts (and a few employees have stories to tell as well), while they also share more mundane brain fodder (the great quake and how it damaged her pad, for example). Could it be she was simply one hell of a Freemason or a nutty Bacon fan? There’s a lot that proves this could be the case. Or was she down with the demons?
I got a mug with a creeping skull on it from the gift shop. That means the place is ghosting it up. The undead creep up the walls, leaving snail slime behind, and they make sure that logo makes sense. If their putrid hands weren’t foggy I’d high five them.
13 thoughts on “Winchester Mystery House: take a tour of this rich pad”
Well done – I like the ‘mathematical grief’ line and imagining Sarah pimping out a VW bus!
I wonder where she’d put the steering wheel?
all 13 steering wheels
With thirteen turn signals.
Awesome. I so regret not seeing this place! How I passed it a gazillion times and never stopped by is beyond my comprehension.
What’s next? The Mystery Spot? I love that quirky place.
I have not been to the Spot! Is it as cool as I imagine? Cooler even?
It’s super cool. Not sure if that means it’s cooler than you imagine or just right about the same level of cool. Probably that one.
Probably mystical too. And probably life changing.
Yes, indeed! It changed my life. I got a bumper sticker.
I’ll keep my fingers crossed for a Mystery Spot mug then. For life changing coffee and stuff.
I highly recommend the bumper sticker. This way, everyone on the freeway can see how cool you are.
It would go well with the whirled peas one I hope to get for Christmas someday.
Yeah. That’s a good one. Who doesn’t want Whirled Peas?
t once made a bumper sticker that read “No More Bushit.” It was for W’s second campaign.