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Hello Kelly Society followers,
My name is Stephanie and I own A Chef’s Delight cookware store in Half Moon Bay. I’m a friend of Vivien’s and when I told her I’d been to Salem, Massachusetts at Halloween and loved it, she asked me to share my experience. So, I’d like to share my visit to Salem’s Witch House.
My friend Judith works there, but is also an author. I took her guided tour of the historic home, and later on we met for coffee. Judith relayed her own ghost story of something that happened to her in Salem’s Witch House. As an author, she also writes her own blog and I’m about to share her post about the incident.
But first, some history:
A little about The Witch House:
The Corwin House (also known as The Witch House) was the home of Jonathan Corwin. He was a wealthy merchant, politician, magistrate, and one of nine judges during the Salem Witch Trials of 1692. The mansion was completed in 1675, and 80% of the structure is original. Jonathan lived there with his wife, Elizabeth, three children from her first marriage, and ten of their own children. Unfortunately, only four of the children—two from her previous marriage and two from theirs—survived to adulthood. In the end, he and his wife lived into their seventies and outlived all of their children; a grandchild inherited the house. There were no hearings or trials in the home, but a few people might’ve made an official complaint against a suspected “witch” in the parlor, where Jonathan sometimes conducted business.
Serendipity and the Supernatural at
The Witch House
Posting from Judith Marshall’s blog
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
Every October in Salem, Massachusetts is interesting, but this one stands out, especially where I work: The Witch House, the home of 17th-century witch trials judge Jonathan Corwin. My connection with the place started years ago.
When I was ten years old, living in central Florida, the Salem Witch Trials of 1692 fascinated me. I vowed to go to Salem one day, and when I was 25, I simply packed my bags and moved here. The bus I took into town stopped right in front of The Witch House, and when I alighted, I smiled, for it seemed a perfect introduction to the “Witch City.” Everything fell into place. Within two days of my arrival, I secured a place to live and four part-time jobs.
After five wonderful years in Salem, I regretfully moved away. But five years ago (15 years later), it called me home again. My husband Dan, a museum professional, was looking for a job, and something told me to check the New England Museum Association’s website. When I did, I learned The House of the Seven Gables was hiring. Dan applied for the job, and they immediately flew him up for an interview. Less than a week later, he was hired, and we moved to Salem. We searched high and low for a place to live, in and around Salem. The only place available that we could afford was a condo right across the street from The Witch House. And wouldn’t you know…the first new friend I made once moving back to town happened to be the director of said house.
In March of this year, for the first time since my twins were born, I sought a job outside the house. I’d made a little money as an author but needed a real paycheck. Lo and behold, The Witch House needed tour guides. I love history, so the job was a perfect fit.
I knew the place had paranormal activity even before I started working there. Nothing negative and not all the time, just someone (or many “ones”) making their presence known from time to time. I’d heard the stories from other employees, and once I spent a little time upstairs in the two bedrooms, I felt a quiet companionship with whomever popped in and out. Then a month ago, things took an intriguing turn.
Each bedroom has a fireplace and a bed warmer hanging in front of it. They hang straight and still, no matter what happens around them. A month ago, I saw the bed warmer in the children’s bedroom move by itself in a continuous circular motion. Two days later, the bed warmer in the master chamber followed suit. That second time, I grabbed the handle, stopped it, and walked away, only to turn back around and find it circling again. I checked with the other tour guides, and no one had ever seen that happen. I figured someone just wanted me to know he/she was there.
A little over a week ago, my husband and I took our fourteen-year-old boys to the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. We explored the galleries for hours, reveling in paintings and artifacts and a special exhibit on Winnie the Pooh. Eventually, we grew tired and started to leave, but as we passed a sign for the Lower Ground level exhibits, I stopped short.
I had to go down there. I didn’t know why, but the urge was overwhelming.
We went downstairs and found 17th-century artifacts, including a room from the period which felt like “home” to all four of us. Then I turned and did a double take.
Before me hung two portraits from 1670: one of Robert Gibbs; the other of seven-year-old Margaret Gibbs (shown below). A thrill ran through me, for I see small copies of these portraits every day at The Witch House. (The children’s mother, a wealthy widow named Elizabeth, married Jonathan Corwin in 1675, and they moved into the Essex Street house in Salem. Soon afterward, twelve-year-old Margaret died.) When we went to the MFA that night, I had no idea the portraits were there. I was beyond grateful for the impulse which sent me down the stairs to find them.
Fast forward to three nights ago. I dreamt that I was walking through The Witch House. I sensed a young girl of the period (late 17th century) hovering in the corners of the rooms, then drifting beside me.
“I love this house,” I said aloud.
Invisible yet palpably present, she laid her hands on my shoulders and spoke in a soft, sweet voice. “And I love you.”
A rush of love, well-being, and “rightness” washed over me. When I woke, I knew I’d experienced more than a mere dream.
Then yesterday, while I was working in The House, a tourist approached and asked if I’d experienced any paranormal activity there. I told her about the circling bed warmers. She revealed she was a psychic medium and had sensed heightened energy in the house. She’d communicated with the spirit of a little girl named Margaret who felt particularly drawn to me. She asked if I wanted to go upstairs so we could make contact together. Of course, I said yes!
Up in the children’s bedroom, we stood in front of the fireplace. The medium spoke. “Margaret, Judy’s here. Will you move the bed warmer again for her?”
Slowly but surely, the bed warmer moved.
The medium turned to me. “She says she likes you because you’re so kind. She’s not here all the time but comes and goes. She was happy here.”
Two things more I confirmed: (1) Margaret had encouraged me to find her portrait in the MFA; (2) she had visited me in my dream. Later in the day, I was back upstairs and felt drawn to the children’s bedroom. When I stepped inside, I knew I wasn’t alone. The bed warmer moved yet again.
It was an eventful day! I connected a few dots and felt embraced by history, welcomed by a past inhabitant of the home I adore.
The link to the original blog post:
I love that story! Now, I’d like to share Judith’s website and paranormal fiction books which are good any time of year, but especially now. She also has authored two metaphysical non-fiction books that will warm your heart.
Judith Marshall’s Website – https://judithmarshallauthor.com
Want to buy some of Judith’s books? Click below.
Judith’s Amazon Page – https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B01MT3KB7L
Well, it’s time for me to prepare a baking class, which will be held in my shop. We are about to make a triple layer chocolate pumpkin Halloween cake. Spooky fun!
Thank you to Judith for letting me share her story.
May your Halloween season be delicious!
The Kelly Society
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