Jun 2, 2018
A Paranormal Tour of San Jose
In the high-tech Silicon Valley: its top employers are Adobe, Apple, and Intel. Yet, with all the STEM math, science, and techno going on, it is a paranormal hot spot. There are ghosts wandering the corridors of nearly every school, cryptid monsters lurking behind dumpsters, weird cults chanting in the park, and half a dozen haunted highways. Perfect for a paranormal day trip from Gay Heaven.
Sarah Winchester, who was earning the modern equivalent of $25,000 per day from her Winchester gun company, began work on her house in 1884. Construction continued without stopping until her death in 1922. She kept making changes, often stopping workers in the midst of one project to start on another. There are rooms within rooms, staircases that lead nowhere, doors too small for a human to get through.
Contrary to popular belief, Sarah wasn't responding to instructions from the ghosts of people killed by her rifles. In those days people weren't particularly sensitive to gun violence, so the ghosts would not have held her responsible, nor would she have felt guilty about it. She was just an extremely wealthy woman with a lot of architectural ideas and no master plan. The result is a fascinating, beautiful house, with a few stray ghosts wandering around.
The Ancient Mystical Order Rosae Crucis is a secret society devoted to the preservation of esoteric knowledge, some of which dates back to the mystery cults of ancient Egypt. But they have an impressive collection of real Egyptian antiquities in their museum.
Be sure to walk in the Rosicrucian Park afterwards.
Stories like this always make me wonder if there is a gay angle: maybe the boy told his friend that he had a crush on him, and the friend responded with murderous "gay panic."
Generations of Del Mar students have taken the dare to go to the fieldhouse at 3:00 am, only to be pranked by a confederate dressed in white, running up and down the bleachers and screaming.
4:30 pm. Hicks Road. About 7 miles south of Del Mar High, Hicks Road winds around a reservoir and some hilly woods, with some dirt roads leading who knows where. According to the urban legend, cars driving through at night are chased by "blood albinos," pale people with blood-red eyes who scream at you. Some parapsychologists think that they're creatures from another dimension, screaming at you from a space-time portal. Or maybe they're demons.
Or just local residents resentful of outsiders.
If he looked like this, I might let him catch me.
7:00 pm. Time to get back to San Francisco, unless the person sobbing in the stall has invited you home.