From its construction in 1868 to 1959, the manor house has been home to various members of the Rothschild family, some of whom are still believed to haunt what is now a museum. Visitors to the house have heard slamming doors and felt cold spots, A sad entity has been reported on the upper floor, and is believed to that of a family member who committed suicide nearby.
(Submitted by Callum Swift)
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- 418 Taylor Street
Port Townsend, WA
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 48.1158334314173, -122.75717264413288
- County:
- Jefferson County, Washington
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- Port Townsend, WA (0.2 mi.)
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Contact Information
- Web:
- http://www.jchsmuseum.org/Rothschild/house.html
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I visited the house in 1993 on my honeymoon. When I walked upstairs and stopped at the first bedroom, I felt an overwhelming dizziness and shortness of breath, and a cold fear raced through my body. I had to leave right away. I knew that it was a presence I felt. No question. Every once in a while I will think of it and do an internet search to see if there is anything on it being haunted. Finally I see this website after 25 years. Yes, I definitely did feel that presence. I can’t say whether it was friendly or not, but it definitely wanted me to know it was there.
It had been 50 years since I last visit with my childhood best friend. She had moved with her family to Marysville Washington. My daughter had driven me along with my 8 mos ol’ grandson for a 3 day visit. My friend was now living alone in a home a few blocks from Priest Point Cemetery. We stayed at a nearby hotel. The first day was comprised of driving 6 hours from Portland Oregon to Everett and just hanging at the hotel with an early bedtime. Day #2 went on ferry to Widby Island and had lunch and got reacquainted. Day #3, went to Tulalip Cultural Center. I spent most of the time visiting with my friend and her older brother who had also tagged along. My daughter did have more opportunity to learn about the local Indian history since she went at her own pace through the center. We said our goodbyes to my friend and her brother after our long lunch at the peer and headed back to the motel to get an early bedtime. It was during this last night’s sleep that I am writing about.
Apparently, my daughter and grandson awoke abruptly to my screaming, wailing, crying, and what she described as me talking in tongues. In a child-like voice I repeatedly mentioned “he is choking me, he is hurting me’. My daughter was scared stiff and was in fear that the police would be called due to the loud commotion. She was able to wake me, I didn’t remember much of the event although I was exceptionally sad and had tears streaming down my cheeks. An hour or so, my daughter and grandson awoke once more for a repeat performance. I again was screaming, wailing, crying, and speaking a different language. She told me that it sounded as if many people were talking through me. She did hear me cry out repeatedly for my momma. My daughter indicated this happened a couple more times during the night. All I remember is waking up to a crying grandson and a very frightened daughter. I felt extremely sad and in pain. My daughter is convinced that it was a supernatural event and had to do with the Indian children and their mothers from long ago.
Has anything like this happen to anyone else?
It had been 50 years since I last visit with my childhood best friend. She had moved with her family to Marysville Washington. My daughter had driven me along with my 8 mos ol’ grandson for a 3 day visit. My friend was now living alone in a home a few blocks from Priest Point Cemetery. We stayed at a nearby hotel. The first day was comprised of driving 6 hours from Portland Oregon to Everett and just hanging at the hotel with an early bedtime. Day #2 went on ferry to Widby Island and had lunch and got reacquainted. Day #3, went to Tulalip Cultural Center. I spent most of the time visiting with my friend and her older brother who had also tagged along. My daughter did have more opportunity to learn about the local Indian history since she went at her own pace through the center. We said our goodbyes to my friend and her brother after our long lunch at the peer and headed back to the motel to get an early bedtime. It was during this last night’s sleep that I am writing about.
Apparently, my daughter and grandson awoke abruptly to my screaming, wailing, crying, and what she described as me talking in tongues. In a child-like voice I repeatedly mentioned “he is choking me, he is hurting me’. My daughter was scared stiff and was in fear that the police would be called due to the loud commotion. She was able to wake me, I didn’t remember much of the event although I was exceptionally sad and had tears streaming down my cheeks. An hour or so, my daughter and grandson awoke once more for a repeat performance. I again was screaming, wailing, crying, and speaking a different language. She told me that it sounded as if many people were talking through me. She did hear me cry out repeatedly for my momma. My daughter indicated this happened a couple more times during the night. All I remember is waking up to a crying grandson and a very frightened daughter. I felt extremely sad and in pain. My daughter is convinced that it was a supernatural event and had to do with the Indian children and their mothers from long ago.
Has anything like this happen to anyone else?