The Mystery House...

Blondie and I enjoyed a day of non-work on Friday, and headed down to San Jose (Do you know the way to San Jose?) to tour the Winchester Mystery House. It was INSANE. The house was owned by the heir to the Winchester Rifle fortune, and after her daughter and husband died within a short time of each other, she visited a psychic who told her to move, buy a house, start building onto it, and never stop.

She literally never stopped. It was the creepiest house in the world. There are stairs and doors to nowhere (the doors opened onto brick walls, the stairs hit the ceiling and stopped), an obsession with the number 13 (she had 13 coat hooks in the rooms, windows that had 13 panes of glass, etc), and turned all the posts in the house upside down.

There was a crescent shaped hedge growing outside the window of the room she died in. But what freaked me out the most was our tour guide. He told a story that the first day he started giving tours, he had forgotten to charge his cell phone. All day long he watched as his cell phone charged itself, and by the time he left for the day, it was completely charged. He also was standing in a doorframe and the door swung shut on it's own and smacked him in the face.

I wouldn't want to live there. Or anywhere near there.

After we did our tour, we stopped for late lunch and shopping, and then headed back to the city.

Saturday I met up with PC for drinks in the hood, and then we headed back to the pad to watch movies and continue drinking.

Sunday was a lazy day. Didn't do much of anything. Including watching football. We didn't get a single 10 am PT game on Sunday (we still don't know why). Sigh.

--K