I'm 15 years old currently, when I visited the Winchester house I was 14. It was summer of last year, and my family had taken a trip out to see my aunt for Fourth of July like we usually do. It was the second to last day we would be driving back home, and my mother and I wanted desperately to go visit the Winchester house again. The last time I visited I was very young, but I do remember a fair bit about it. It brought back sad memories of my father being with me the last time I was there (he moved away to Kansas and remarried).
We took my younger sister, as well. As we started the tour, the moment I entered the house I felt an overwhelming presence weigh my body down. In the 'Treasure Room' (forgot what it was called) I could hardly breathe. I could swear I felt somebody trying to push me down and pull me through the floor. The calmest room in the house had to be Mrs. Winchester's death bed, which was odd. I was relieved to have some of that pressure off me. It was intense, I can almost still feel the constriction on my throat as I staggered through the mile long house.
I could almost seem the busy servants as I walked through the house, as if we were back in time. The didn't seem to dislike my presence, but still seemed menacing and authoritative. I walked into the gift shop, and while my mother and my sister were shopping I looked out the window and I swear with my mind's eye that I could see them walking through the garden. It's hard to explain. With my naked eye I could see nothing, but when I just glimpsed I could see them briskly walking through the flowers and clipping the trees.
That's my experience in the winchester house. I know it isn't as exciting as everyone else's. I tried to let you see it how I saw it, and feel the same experiences. If you're ever out in CA then the Winchester house is a wonderful place to stop.