My Story: The Winchester House [Completed]

61: Sara Winchester

A few years passed until it was 1922. Syren and Alexander were planning to get married. Luke was married. Amanda and Eric were growing up much to fast.

"Amanda, I need to go help Mrs. Winchester get ready for the day," I told her as she walked down stairs without her mask on. I kissed her forehead before I walked to the house. I walked upstairs and put my coat away before returning downstairs to get her tea. I put it on a tray before walking upstairs again to the bedroom.

I opened the door and put the tea on the bedside table before walking to the closet. I picked out a dress and veil before laying it on her chair and going to wake her up. I shook her lightly to wake her.

"Mrs. Winchester?" I asked after a minute. I shook her again. "Mrs. Winchester?" I swallowed as my fingers went to check her pulse. Nothing. I ran to the doorway to find a butler. "Mrs. Winchester is dead."

~*~

Eric and Amanda stood next to me as we watched movers take numerous items out of the house based on Marian's orders. It was the first time it had been silent in years. There was no hammering because we had no one to work for.

"Mother, where are we going to go?" Amanda asked as she fixed her mask on her face. I looked at my twelve year old then my eight year old as they were frighten of leaving the estate.

"Luke is going to help us for a bit while I figure out what we are going to do," I told them. Connor put a hand on my shoulder as him and Madalynn joined us.

"Stay here in San Jose. We have more than enough room," Connor told me. I nodded as I pulled my children closer.

~*~

"Mother," Luke said as he walked into the church the service for Mrs. Winchester was happening. I hugged him as I stood and he hugged me back. Syren stood and hugged her brother before he sat next to me.

"Mother is saying that they will stay here. Apparently there is still work they can do," Syren told Luke. She clearly would have rather had us moved to New York since that's where Luke and her were there.

"I have to go take care of the house," I told them firmly. Mrs. Winchester's story had to be told.

~*~

"Mr. Houndini, follow me," I said as I led the magician up the stair well. He wanted to challenge us that the house was not haunted.

"Why do you think the house is haunted?" Houndini asked. I looked at him.

"I don't think anything, sir. I know that the house is haunted," I told him before leaving him in the room selected.

All I can say is that in the morning he agreed with us.