The Winchester Mystery House: Another Perspective

This is another time that I met Henrietta, the most vivid time of all the times that I saw her. This was last year the night of May 30th or 31st. Please keep in mind that this was before I knew that the Winchester House is now a tourist attraction. This made me later realize how much I have a different perspective and raised alot of questions that I had to answer myself.

This time I was staring at the model of the place, particulary the outside area. The photo of the same model is posted in a previous entry. I believe we were talking about how much the city has developed. We also talked about the actual size of the operation of the place and I asked her after a few minutes (at least in my mind) how I could even be sure that she was real. She said back, “Just look at me in the eyes.” Here is where she started on her rant. I also asked her how I could possibly be there; “How is it feasible when I live over 2,000 miles away?” I was very surprised by the response that she gave because I never considered myself the spiritual or religious type before, although I was active in my church. I just never really thought about it before. I’ll save that for my other blog.

Since she was blunt, I was blunt back.  I  am not sure what she said exactly because I was so surprised, but it was something like, “This is your other body.”

All I could say back was “WHAT?”

She calmly replied back, “You heard me. That is why I don’t look dead and don’t think I am.”

“So…what they say in the Bible is true or whatever, or at least that portion…” was all I could think to say back.

“Yes, yes. At least that part.” Here she went on a rant mainstream belief in heaven and hell and religion, most of which I actually did agree with and I started spacing out as I was listening.

I said something that made her mad. For now, I would rather not say what it was. Perhaps I will later. I realize now that she was trying to help me come out of my own dazed state and recognize what I was doing. I was disconnected from the seriousness of the situation and blissfully unaware of it. At least she is blunt, and certainly knows how to catch my attention. (*Reader Descrition Advised for detail. *)

 

 She said, “Do you really want to know what happens after you die? First, as your body decays, your kidneys die after eight hours, then your skin turns within a day, shorter if you’re lucky…(I started to tune her out like “yeah…yeah…whatever.”) …then after around two weeks your eyeballs dacay and pop if the maggots get to them, longer if your lucky or in a coffin.”

All I could say was “Ew! Shut up!” and she looked at me with a twisted grin. After a few minutes pause, she said, “You know you are like us. I can tell from what you write.”

I said, “You could read it?”

She replied back, “Of course I could. What did you think would happen when you wrote, “Henrietta, are you there?” (Automatic writing?! I still wonder…)

Here is where it started getting interesting. I asked, “How so?”

Rather matter-of-factly, “You remember what Thomas said. You’ll never give up and are as every bit loyal, but you actually do something. Instead of pouting, you keep on fighting.”

I said something back like “Okay then, but you mind me asking why you are here? “

She said back, “Most don’t even care to ask. When I was young, about 13, my parents kicked me out of the house. I became a servent of hers and she took me in as her own.” Here I vaguely remember how her relative Margariette died when a support beam fell on her in her 20′s. I must have had some sort of plain look on my face because she looked rather annoyed.

She said, “At least you’re listening. They never do.”

Here is where I got the hint. I thought about this for awhile. (Now, I believe that this foreshadowed why I haven’t seen here at all since the Most Haunted special in October.) I said “Well, I can see where you are coming from. What is your response when psychics say to “move on” or whatever way they put it? Here, I think that she was being sarcastic. She answered with another question.  “Do you think I want to listen to them forever? Besides, I’m having too much fun. It seems that my whole existence annoys people here, but what else is new?”

Just to play devil’s advocate so to speak, I responded, “Not everyone is a jerk.”

She said in a stern tone, “They think I exist purely for their amusement. You have seen it for yourself. I bet you they won’t even listen to you or any resoning until you scare some sense into them. You have seen how they use religion as an excuse as much as any brainwashed, ingrained belief so it is easy for them to think. Watch them ignore you when you try to reason with them. I bet they won’t let you stay.”

“Maybe they will once I speak with the manager.”

“They won’t even let you do that. He’s a jerk anyway.”

“I think they will once I layout at least the other historical facts.”

“They don’t give a damn. They just want to keep it a ‘mystery.’ “

“Let’s see if I can prove you wrong.”

“They don’t give a damn. I feel like burning something.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

She said, “You’ll see,” and smiled, and then I woke up. The next day seemed like a normal day at work. Actually, more normal than usual because lately a lot of equipment kept breaking and everything was just fixed. As soon as my mother picked me up from work, she told me about the pizza burning to a crisp and almost causing a fire. She told me that she set the oven to the correct temperature and went down the hall and was coming back to check on it. My brother panic and did not know what to do (he has Asberger’s syndrome). The oven was over 500 degrees. I believe here, but I have to take my family’s word for it. I did not even tell them about the night before. In fact, I told her hardly anything before I visited in person last year.

~ by thelaurelbush on June 11, 2008.

Posted in Henrietta Severs, paranormal, Winchester Mystery House