Sightings - Backrooms

Episode Date: August 17, 2026

Endless hallways, stairways that lead nowhere, and decidedly creepy vibes. Can you survive a night in the Winchester Mystery House in California? Story Music tracks used by kind permission of CO.AG Sightings is a REVERB and QCODE Original. Find us on instagram ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@sightingspod⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Imagine a building where, for some reason, construction never stopped. Hallways that lead nowhere, doors that open into walls, staircases twisting toward dead ends. And as the maze grows stranger and stranger, you begin to wonder if this place was built to keep something out or to trap something inside. Because some places aren't just haunted, they're hungry. Welcome to sightings. I'm MacLeod. And I'm Brian, and this week we've got an extra creepy episode for you. I'm guessing a lot of you this summer have seen or heard of the backrooms YouTube series and movie. Well, there's a real house in California that is basically the backrooms with a Victorian flair.

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slash sightings. All right, here we are. We are here. We are recording and what time is it? It's 1140 and I am here inside the Winchester Mystery House, which is, yeah, is closed, obviously. So please don't arrest me, cops, if you're find this? But seriously, you know me. You know, I've been obsessed with this place for a while now, ever since Tommy told me about its sophomore year, and I finally just, I had to do it, you know? I had to do it. I had to see it for myself at night when it's actually dark and quiet. So, yeah, here we are. Getting in was honestly easier than I expected. There's a ground floor window near the back that wasn't latched all the way.

but you didn't hear that from me. Still, I'm in. So I'm gonna just walk around and show you guys what I'm seeing. Okay, so this is a hallway, obviously, and it's, well, it's super narrow. Like it's narrower than a hallway should be. And the ceiling is kind of low,

and it just keeps going. It's a long hallway. I've been walking for maybe 30 seconds, and there's no end to it yet. But there are doors on both sides, and I'm going to try one. So this one opens to what, I think, is supposed to be a sitting room?

Is that the right word? Sitting room? What's the sitting room? It's like a place where you just kind of sit and talk to people, but it's weird. The proportions are kind of like wrong. Like the fireplace is huge. It's super ornate, like the rest of the house so far. far like um what's the movie titanic it's like titanic ornate like fancy wood everywhere nice carpets very very plush actually i'm going to take my shoes off oh yeah oh yeah that feels nice on my toes

made me a little dusty put my shoes back on um let's see weird there's there's a window on the far wall i mean which which sounds normal it's a window but but it's not a window that looks outside it looks into another room. It's just like another interior room through a window. Hello, neighbor. I'm going to go back out in the hall. Walking down it, and here we go. There's a staircase here.

And, I mean, I read about the staircases in this place, but seeing it? Like, this one goes up seven steps. I'm counting seven steps, and it just ends. It just like runs directly into a blank wall. I don't know if they built it wrong or if something was like covered over at some point or if it was intentional, but it's like, it's a little trippy. Here we go. Let's see. Okay, I'm standing on the top step and I have to like crouch from the ceiling.

Like it just goes up towards the ceiling. It's so weird. And it feels like the house is like messing with me. Like this is like a joke. You got me. You got me house. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. You know what? This place reminds me of it.

It's like those back rooms videos, the YouTube ones, all those yellowish rooms and fluorescent lights going on forever. Like that's kind of like what this is, except it's Victorian and it's been here for 100 years and like a real human designed this. Which honestly, that might be the weirdest part of all. Let's see. Whoa. There's a pipe organ on the far wall, and the wood paneling is like so dark it's basically black. The floor has this intricate pattern on it.

It's nice, actually. It's like, again, it's very titanic, very fancy. It's like, I heard that the woman who built this place used to play this organ when she couldn't sleep. She's just playing for no one. Whoa, you see that? There's 13 ceiling panels in here. And I heard that there were 13 of almost everything in this house.

Like 13 steps on most staircases, except that last one, obviously. The seven up to the ceiling. 13 hooks in the closets. Is that crazy? Is that intentional? I don't know. Okay. I'm going to try to find the room that everybody talks about.

It's in the middle of the house. It's a tiny room, apparently. people call it the seance room because the woman who built this place apparently talked to spirits there and they told her to keep building so um okay i'm in another hallway now and it's uh wait did you did you guys hear that sorry i just um i heard something it's like a creek above me maybe Or, I don't know, to the left, Old Houses Creek, obviously. So I'm not freaking out, but I'm just noting it. All right then, continuing.

So the hallway I'm in now has doors on one side and nothing on the other. It's just a wall. And the doors are all different sizes, like noticeably. It's very like Alice in Wonderland. The knobs are in weird places, like somewhere too low. Like, this just feels wrong. All of it, but, um, okay, this door, this one. The seance room, um, or I think it is.

It's, um, it's small. And there's three doors in it. Um, this first door, um, it leads to a small passageway and then a closet. Okay. Uh, get your steps in on your way to grabbing your coat. I guess. Door number two. Whoa!

Okay, this door leads to another room that's about eight feet lower than this room. And door number three is the door I just came through. Okay, so three doors, only one real exit. Huh, I wonder, is that like spiritual or just like messed up architecture? Whatever it is, I don't like it here But I saw it Yay! I guess while I'm in the sands room

I should probably have brought a Ouija board And done like a... Spirit, it's fine Wait, there it is again Just around the corner maybe, it's hard to tell I am Maybe I should go around the corner I don't know, will you guys look first for me

If I just kind of peek that Anything? Okay. Alright. I'm gonna go around it. And there's nothing here. It's just another hallway. Same as the others.

Dark wood, weird doors. And what was that? Okay, something moved at the end of the hallway, right at the end of my flashlight. I think it's gone. Oh, oh crap! It was a curtain. The thing I saw at the end of the hallway was a curtain. There must have been a draft because it was moving.

That's all it was. I scared myself half to death over a curtain. Oh, boy. But I'm back. The curtain's okay. I only punched it once. The camera's also okay, so I'm going to keep going because I came this far. There's this door here.

I'm going to try it. And... Whoa! Okay. If you're afraid of heights, this door is not for you. It opens to nothing. Like, literally nothing. 15 feet down maybe.

No balcony or anything. It's just a fall to your death, I guess, or a broken leg. Enjoy your stay. Oh, my gosh. I just can't stop wondering why, though. Like, this Winchester lady, she inherited a fortune because her husband built that famous gun, the Winchester, and, like, after he died, she just built.

There's that creek again. It's just an old house, right? Weird house. If you build a house this weird, it's going to make weird noises. So I'm just going to head down this hall. And, huh, this is a room with four fireplaces, which would be odd, except this house and all, I think it fits right in. One of the fireplaces is huge, like I could fit inside in.

Whoa! Oh! Oh! Somebody just touched my shoulder. Oh! I'm not freaking out. I mean, like, it was barely anything. It was just like someone brushing past. But, ew, ew. Old house. It's a draft.

Like the curtain. But, um, we're going to back on out of this incinerator room. Um, back to the main hallway and... Okay, wait. Oh my God, it's like dragging or sliding right above where I'm standing. And it just like stopped directly above me. Wait, um, okay, the sound moved. Now it's over to, uh, my left over here. Or, oh no, wait, maybe it's behind me. I don't know, this weird house. The sound bounces

all around in here, so I can't. Oh, no, okay, um, there's a light. It's not a flashlight. It's something else at the end of the hall. Um, it's pale, kind of greenish. It's not electric. It's like something else here. I'm showing you guys. guys right now it's uh it's closer now i didn't see it move it's like but it's stationary it's just closer than it was a second ago and i don't know how that's possible and there's like a shape in it now it's like something small you guys let me know if you know what this looks like to you it's like standing still i don't know it's like is that looking at me is it possible all right i should go i'm going um thanks for coming with me at the winchester house i don't know how but the hallway

is longer than it was and it was already pretty freaking long. It has to be longer and there are doors everywhere, but oh crap, that's right. None of them lead to anywhere. I hope I don't step through the 15-foot drop one. Okay, this one's just a closet. Oh, yeah, sure, let's just hang out in here for a little bit. I'm in the closet now. Sorry, it's a little dark in here so you can't see.

I don't know. I have to hide. I'm just gonna hold this door shut so that the old Lighty McLeight face can't open this door if light has fingers or hands. I don't know, but I don't know. Okay, wait. It's on the other side of the door. Yeah, I can see the light kind of pouring in underneath the crack. It's not pulling or knocking or it's just there.

Oh, shoot. Did I hit stop by accident? Is this video still on? Oh my gosh, nobody's going to believe this. Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Sightings will be back just after this. Brian, is he dead?

What do you think? Well, I don't know. Is this based on a real guy? No, it is not based on a real guy. Oh, okay, okay. But all the things he... Well, most of the things he encounters are things in the house, which is why I really wanted to do an episode about the Winchester Mystery House. It is just kind of like a fun house.

Fun! That's an interesting word choice. Terrifying fun house. I'm sure in the light, it's more interesting than anything. Sure. But for those who don't know, the Winchester Mystery House is in San Jose, California, in the Bay Area. It is 24,000 square feet. And it was built starting in 1886. And I say starting because the construction went on for a very, very long time until Sarah Winchester passed away in 1922. So, McLeod, you might be asking, who was Sarah Winchester? Yes. Well, if the guy from our story was right, she was married to the Winchester guy? She was. His name was William Winchester. He was not the guy who created the rifle, but he was the heir to the Winchester fortune. Oh.

So lots and lots and lots and lots of money. But when William Winchester died, Sarah was distraught because not only did he die, but everyone else around her seemed to be dying too. She had a child in 1866. That child died in less than a month. In 1881, then William died, left her his fortune. And because she couldn't cope, she moved to California in 1885. Okay. And she bought some land that had an eight-room farmhouse on it. And then she just decided to start renovating it and expanding it. Gotcha. So after six months, those eight rooms became 26.

Wow. Does she have like a architecture degree or just a handy lady? I guess a handy lady who had lots of money to throw at contractors. Oh, okay. She had other people build the rooms. Other people were building. Yeah. I can just see this Victorian woman building a 24,000 square foot house by herself.

Imagine you're a contractor and you're like, you want me to do what? No? She's like, so I want more fireplaces? Yeah, exactly. How many fireplaces? Oh, how many can you fit? Well, one for every wall maybe? Yeah, let's do that.

All right. So she just starts building and building by 1900, which is, I guess, 14 years after she started. There is now new floors. There's a tower that's seven stories tall. Weirdly, though, she never invited anyone to her house. So the only people that actually knew what went on inside the house were the servants that she had. So there's just kind of a shroud of mystery around this house. Yeah. Interestingly, in 1906, there was the second biggest earthquake in California history. A lot of the house was destroyed. And Sarah ended up trapped in the rebel. But she did survive. And then she decided to rebuild and keep going and keep going and keep going and keep going and keep going.

until she died in 1922. Okay. So that's kind of the history of the house. And we already know that Sarah Winchester was highly superstitious. I mean, she built a seant room in her house, which implies that she was also kind of obsessed with death. And it's known that death weighed heavily on her because of her dead husband, her dead child. And then also, it has been theorized that she built the house to house all of the souls of everyone killed. by the Winchester rifle.

Oh. That's interesting. That's a moving mania. It's a moving motive. You would think if it was a benevolent thing, though, she would have built it to not be terrifying to all the ghosts. Right. All these ghosts are wandering around getting lost all the time.

Right. And part of the weird stuff might just be. She's like, I want to put a new room here. And there are already windows in a stairwell going in that direction. It's like, okay, well, we'll just cover that up, you know, or block it off or something like that. Right. Or her just changing her mind or adding something somewhere haphazardly.

Yeah. So it just seems like she clearly was a troubled person who had means. Well, had means, but was attempting to accomplish something. Yeah. I don't think anyone just sets out to build a house nonstop until they die. Yeah. You know, unless there's some reason driving her. And I think that idea of like building it to house spirits or building it to atone for something or whatever

it might be, it makes sense. The last final thing is that after Sarah Winchester's death, Harry Houdini held a seance in the house. Oh, wow. And he left that seance incredibly freaked out. And, oh, after that, though, after Sarah Winchester died, lots of people have claimed to see her ghost inside the house. Does it manifest as a glowing orb? No, I think it just is more a ghostly apparition. Like, it's just like a ghost.

Like, there's a lady. Yeah. She doesn't look happy. So I guess the question now is, like, if she built this for all the people who died from the Winchester, rifle, which is probably hundreds and hundreds of thousands, at least. Are they all in the side of that house? Where are they hiding? Well, some of them have to be like, I don't want to stay there.

Yeah. Like, no, I'm going to hang out in my cemetery, my family cemetery. Yeah. Also, I just on a personal note, I thought it was cool how this kind of connected in with the back rooms a little bit because it is that kind of feeling just rather than like a modern day office complex. you've got, you know, a wood-trimmed Victorian house that just goes on and on forever. Yeah.

Architectural features that make no sense whatsoever. Yeah. It's like it's not a haunted house. It's like a haunting house because like the house itself is haunting you almost with its weirdness. Yeah. And I think next time I go to the Bay Area, I'm going to try and strive to go and check that out. Yeah. I've driven by it.

I just never went in it. But now we did a podcast about it, so I have to go. Maybe you can tell them. You can say, hey, we did a podcast about your show. Maybe can I have a free admission? There you go. So that's the Winchester Mystery House. All right.

It's a little quick overview of that. Let's do a listener story before we jump to another ad break. But this one, McLeod comes from Sam. That's Sam I am. That's Sam I am. I do not like that, Sam I am. Oh, I think we should like this Sam. I will not eat green eggs and ham.

This Sam, I don't know where he lived other than he lived in a haunted house. So here is his story. Oh, all right. Let's get the music going. My name is Sam. I used to live in a haunted house. It wasn't dramatic like The Exorcist, but still plenty spooky. My family moved into this house in about 2006 to 2009.

I was 8 to 10 years old then. The main activity that would happen is the upstairs lights would turn on after we left or went to bed at night. Mainly the hallway light would be turned on. It took a while for us to realize that it wasn't any of us leaving it on. My parents would ask me and my sister if we were just forgetting to turn it off after using the restroom and we said, No, the light would be on when we got up and we'd turn it back off when we were done.

Then the light would be on in the morning still. We tried to figure it out ourselves and even had an electrician over and everything was normal. Turns out that light was only the start of everything. One of the things I experienced there was sleep paralysis. I didn't know what it was called at the time, but it happened to my sister too. My experience was I couldn't open my eyes at all or move my head, but I could move everything else as if someone was putting their hands. over my eyes and keeping my head in place with their arms on the sides of my head to hold me down.

But after struggling for a while with my eyes staying shut, I was finally able to turn my head towards the door and see the light turn on in the hallway. My sister described a similar event, except after the hallway light turned on, she saw what she described as the old woman. The old woman was a female-shaped figure in clothes from the 1880s. My sister used to tell my mom that the old woman would occasionally sit on my sister's bed and sing to her. My mom had some supernatural encounters too, and they were both super spooky and kind of funny, depending on how you look at them. There was a time where she was

changing, and this rocking chair in her room started rocking. She looked over and said, excuse me, if you have any decency left in you, you would let a lady change in privacy. That chair stopped immediately. I love it when somebody just gives a ghost what for. There was another incident where we went grocery shopping, and when we came back, all of the drawers and cabinets were opened, the same distance, and angle in the kitchen. My mom was so furious at the old woman, she barged upstairs and screamed into the hall that if the old woman messed with the kitchen again, she'd call a priest and get her exercised from the house. For the next few weeks, nothing happened. So my mom either has the ability to scare the dead, or the old woman respected my mom enough to stop for that bit of time. The one that my dad was a subject of was when he heard the old woman's voice, thinking it was my mom.

He was doing the usual dad rounds, locking and checking doors and windows, turning off lights, things like that. As he was finishing in the living room, he hears what sounded like my mom frantically calling his name from upstairs. He ran up while calling my mom's name thinking something was wrong. My mom heard him and she thought something was wrong, and they almost smacked right into each other. Then they figured out it was probably just the old woman. So yeah, I lived in a haunted house. Does that mean I think there's life after death? I really don't know.

Despite everything that I lived through there, I'm skeptical. Maybe if I could validate a few facts of the history of the house, I could at least say there's anomalies in our world that can happen after our own deaths. Anomalies where we come back in a new form. Old woman. I like the idea of like a haunting that's sort of like you can pan on a single entity. that has like an identity because it feels like

you can do some sleuthing and be like all right old lady what's your deal yeah and I think the thing that I was thinking throughout the entire story when I first read it

that he addressed in the very end he's like maybe I could validate a few facts of the history of the house please do that and let us know

but I have to assume that this was an older house of some capacity but also like once you dig into the house like did someone die there you know was someone murdered there

etc. kind of thing but overall like each thing on its own it could be like, oh, it's just a weird thing that happens in a house, but it's happening to everyone, which is kind of... Yeah, the whole light being tricky for everybody. And then that sleep paralysis thing, ooh, that... Yeah.

That was strange, because I've never heard of sleep paralysis where you can move everything except your head. Oh, weird. Never seen that before. But yeah, Sam, thanks for sharing. We will be back with another listener story right after this. All right, welcome back, everyone. We have our final listener story of the... month. This one is coming from Naomi, who is from California, but she is recounting something that

happened to her in Africa. Cool. So let's get some music going. When I was 19, I traveled to a remote region in East Africa on a college anthropology expedition. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A competitive selection of seven students chosen to participate in a cultural, mini-ethnographic experience supporting scientific research at a local field institute. Plus, it counted as elective credits. I'd never been out of the country before, so to say I was excited and reasonably anxious was an understatement. The research outpost was planted in the middle of nowhere,

a scorched wind-cut landscape where some of the earliest human fossils in the world have been unearthed. It's important to note that I made a few close friends in our group of seven, mostly because our nicknames accidentally formed an unbearable rhyme scheme. Abigail became Abby, Michelle became Shelley, Gabriella became Gabby and I became Ellie. Abby Ellie, Gabby Shelley. We only called each other by these nicknames.

So much so that even the professors and other students adopted them. Full government names were banned. This will matter later. Our mornings were spent inside concrete lecture rooms, learning about archaeology, cultural anthropology, and theories of the universe's beginning. Every afternoon we stepped out into the relentless sun, heat pressing down like a hand on the back of the neck.

We excavated for hours, brushing away dust from the hard-packed earth, hoping to uncover fragments of history buried beneath our feet. But our nights, our nights, were different. We slept in a wide dormitory-style room with no doors, just eight beds lined up parallel to each other. At night you'd expect peaceful sounds, crickets and maybe someone snoring. But I heard more. Around the third night, I woke to footsteps pacing,

back and forth, back and forth. I figured someone couldn't sleep or was using the restroom, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. The next day was the same. Morning lectures, afternoon excavating, and at night, well, you guessed it, the pacing. This time I sat up and looked toward the open doorway. The room was dark, the moon throwing a warm glow across the floor. I didn't see anyone. I counted the beds, one, two, all the way to seven, including myself. Everyone was was asleep, but the pacing didn't stop. I pulled the covers over my head and told myself it was our professor, or a night guard, or literally anything reasonable, and I refused to stay awake long enough to find out. The next morning I overheard Abby talking to Shelly about the footsteps. I jumped in

immediately, blurting out almost like word vomit that I heard them too. We threw around theories, some logical, some definitely not, and by that night we decided to sleep in pairs just in case. The pacing continued, every night. Sometimes it even sounded like someone was straight up running. Eventually we got used to falling asleep with shivers. A few weeks in, I was in the outdoor wash area getting ready. There was a long mirror above a terracotta clay sink, and from that mirror you could see the rocky path leading to the dining hall.

I had just showered, washed sand, and yesterday's excavation failures out of my hair, and decided to skip breakfast so I could spend time braiding it. I watched the whole group file into the dining hall through the mirror reflection, our group of six, our professor, and the staff. Anyone leaving or entering the hall would appear in the mirror's reflection. Some time it passed. Then I saw Shelly leaving the dining hall and heading toward me. I thought perfect. I needed her hair gel anyway. As she got close, I called out, Shelly, can I borrow some hair gel? She didn't respond. Just kept walking past the wash area, past me, and straight into the dorm.

I assumed she didn't hear me, so I followed right behind her, but as I entered the dorm, the room was empty. Eight beds, no movement, no sound. My stomach dropped in a slow, heavy way. I turned back toward the wash area as I saw the entire group exiting the dining hall, including Shelly. I walked straight up to her, interrupting her conversation. Were you just in the dorm? I asked. The question must have sounded ridiculous, considering I just watched her walk out of the dining hall, but I waited. I needed her answer. I needed to understand how I could have seen her so clearly. No, she said. I've been in the dining hall all morning. I nodded like that settled something, like my brain could just file it away neatly. And in that moment, every footstep I heard at night replayed in my mind.

Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe I was just jet lagged. I mean, how long does jet lag even last? The next day, I woke up with a piercing migraine. Maybe all of this was just a cold or exhaustion playing tricks on. on me, so I stayed in bed and decided to skip breakfast and the morning lecture. Gabby asked if I wanted her to bring me a plate before she left. I slurred a low, yes, already pulling the covers over my head, shutting out the daylight and popping another Advil. Some time passed, and I must have dozed off, because I was awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps followed by the gritty scrapes of sand

beneath each step. I figured it was Gabby delivering my breakfast. Even as the Advil began to dull the pain, I was too tired to sit up, or even pull the covers off for the, that matter. So, I remained laying there under the covers, hoping she'd just set my plate by the bedside and I'd thank her later. But she just stopped in the doorway and stood there. At first I thought nothing of it, but seconds started to feel like minutes, and I wondered what she was waiting for. Just as I started to pull the covers off and lift myself up, I heard it. A sound I never imagined could shake me the way it did. My own name. But it didn't sound like Gabby. And even if it did, She wouldn't say my name like that, like a stranger pronouncing each syllable with an eerily polite, unfamiliar precision.

Eloise! In that moment, everything connected. The pacing at night, the running, seeing Shelley where she couldn't possibly be, all of it snapped into place at once. These weren't isolated incidents, and this definitely wasn't jet lag. Someone or something was here with us. I froze. I didn't dare to turn around. I couldn't even if I wanted to. I just lay there listening as the footsteps drew closer all the way to the edge of my bed. Before I could process what was happening, I felt something press into the mattress beside me. My left side sank further into the mattress,

as if a hand, a hip, or whatever it was, were trying to lie down next to me. My whole body felt like it was boiling from the inside. I couldn't take it anymore. This was not Gabby. I ripped the covers off of me, turning to face whoever or whatever was there, but nothing. Nothing was there. No imprint in the sheets, no sandy footprints, nothing. I eventually got my breakfast, but was too shaken to eat it. I still don't fully understand what happened on that trip, and I don't think I ever will. I've never experienced anything like it before or since. Whatever it was, I just hope it stays buried at that institute. Hmm.

My gosh, you know what's really interesting about this? I don't think I've seen that many times is like it seems like this ghost or this entity or whatever she was experiencing was like mimicking her friends. Yeah. Which isn't a spooky move. What I was thinking throughout was where this program was, if there's any lore, you know, in there that she might not have just been privy to. Yeah.

You know. Yeah, if it's just her or if this is actually people have talked. about stuff like this happening. Mm-hmm. And the whole, like, it's saying her name, almost like it was trying it on for size. Mm-hmm. Makes me wonder, like, maybe it's so it could. Ha!

Ah! That was so scary. My daughter just pounded on my door of my booth. But we're talking about ghosts that genuinely freaked me out. Well, you know, Naomi, I guess you did your job because you put me in the headspace of being freaked out. And Naomi, Naomi, if you were. If you do hear this, let us know if you ever found out anything about what might have been, you know, if there's any history or lore at that location in East Africa, wherever that might be. But otherwise, really cool, kind of unique story for sure.

And it's cool to see a story that take place in Africa. I think that might be one of our first other than South Africa. Yeah, also, I also dig the archaeology. Daughter shows up and now the dad jokes start. That's right. That's right. All right. Well, I think that wraps up this month for us. McLeod, I actually don't know where we're going next month.

Okay. Well, I'm excited to find out. It's going to be a UFO story, though, I think. Okay. Get ready for that. So, listeners, we will see you back next month, same time, same place. Right here on sightings. Yeah. Hope everybody's having a good summer.

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