Haunted Sonoma House - Eldridge, CA

Haunted Sonoma House – Eldridge, CA
By Laura Miller, HPI Scout
Distributed by Paul Dale Roberts, HPI Esoteric Detective
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Baby Sbower for my God-Daughter Quincy Crews
w/Deanna Jaxine Stinson (my wife)

My friends and I are on a scouting missing with HPI doing a little paranormal investigation and we’ve driven to one of the more significantly dark history sites in Sonoma County; Sonoma House in Eldridge, California.

The buildings here are awesome and power emanates from them, especially so the tall red brick building at the end of the street. The windows on the right side of the building draw my particular attention; though photos taken don’t give me any clue as to why these should be any different than the other windows.

We listen to our native Sonoma guide Carla talk about the history and events that took place, it’s very interesting as she’s always able to relate personal bits of history to tie the stories together and give them more color.

As a group we walk up to the tall brick building; this apparently is the “Sonoma House”.

We’re walking up the first set of steps from the sidewalk to the building and there is this really horrible putrid smell, of death, sort of like rotting blood and cat. At least a dozen of us smell it, and there is nothing around that would appear to be the cause.

Up the steps we go, and now I’m standing between the flower bed of purple verbena and the next set of steps going up to the doors. The tour story continues and I suddenly get dizzy; I just stop in my tracks, I must have made a strange or sickly look as a couple of people just looked at me with this stare and Carla who was now standing to my right looked calmly at me and asked me to describe what it is I’m feeling.

Now, understand it’s taking me a moment to collect myself and also not lose the feelings. I look up and see everyone, looking at me. Camera’s, recorders, video everything and everyone focused on me…I’m dizzy and nauseated, and I’m standing perfectly still on flat ground yet my right foot feels like it’s sliding downward. I’m standing on the precipice, yet on the other hand I’m there like with everyone and everything in stop motion for a moment, my mind takes this picture for posterity, references for later. I take a swallow, a breath, look at Carla and tell her “a bit dizzy, nauseous, and this foot (pointing downward) feels like it’s sliding downward.”

Her eyes sparkle and she gives me a wonderful smile and announces that right on this spot there is a slide, something about the Native Americans warning the townspeople not to build here. As she speaks the tension breaks, I turn my camera on and take a picture of my foot, why? I guess to document it.

We mill around and check out the doorways, then move around to the South side of the building; where I am overwhelmed with the smell of women’s sickly sweet perfume. I ask several people if they are wearing perfume, and no they are not, and they smell it too. I wait until the area is free of people and there’s been time for the air to clear. I walk back and sure enough, the smell is still there. Very sickly sweet women’s perfume, again nothing near that would give off that odor. The purple verbena are too far away and don’t even really smell the same, I checked.

We get around the corner and here is the spot where this imprint of a woman is supposed to be seen crawling out of the building; get in position where you can look down and the whole area is suddenly cold like you’re standing in an open freezer.

I check out the porch up the stairs here and I feel uncomfortably warm and a small sense of dread, nothing more. I come back down the steps and am waiting there for a bit, I feel a great fuzziness about my feet. This is familiar to me, the same feeling as some of the spirits in my West Sacramento apartment several years ago. I mention it to someone walking up the steps and they made a nod of acknowledgement.

We continue around the building clockwise, now firmly on the South side of the building. Everyone hears the sound of machinery through the windows and wall here; they are talking about it. I finally work my way over to the windows, I’m at the one that’s actually facing east in the corner of the South wall and I’m taking a picture through the grating and hole in the glass when I hear music. I mention it, this lady standing near me looks over and says “bass? I hear it” I say “yes that too but I heard this very soft high pitched melody kind of like this” and I sang it to her. I listen again but nothing, not a sound.

I work my way along the South wall listening and taking pictures, about 3 windows down, I’m taking another picture and I hear this patterned rhythmic clicking sound that is nothing like machinery and I feel the grating where I’ve got my hand kind of bend but not bend. I said “oh my god, did you hear that clicking sound?”, and the woman behind me said yes! We were talking about it and someone else walked up, I explained what had just happened and described the clicking sound, the lady said yes nearly exactly like that.

By this time I am thinking what the heck? I have had plenty of experiences before, sometimes auditory, sometimes olfactory, sometimes physical but not rarely if at all in this abundance and all together. I now needed grounding, seriously so and went and plopped on the lawn for a moment or so.

I walk around past the South Wing and now along the Western most section of the South wall I walk up to this doorway that has a grating over it, I position my camera to take a picture inside and from around the corner inside comes this face and hands, a voice very softly says “Hi” pause “Laura”. I make the littlest uh sound and flinch, then I start cracking up laughing, it’s Dianne inside in the dark, we were both laughing so hard now, it was funnier than hell. I was nearly in tears laughing and someone else inside walked up from inside and took a picture of me. We’re sputtering and spitting, and laughing telling her what happened. Dianne hadn’t even meant to startle me.

I went inside and took pictures; it was oddly just a lot bit warmer in there than it should have been and very dark. I even helped navigate someone through the dark uneven terrain. I came back out awhile later and finished my tour around the building with Tom and Kathy (spelling?).

In order for us to get a few of the pictures from the very high up windows that had no ledge of any kind below to precariously perch upon , I knelt down on all fours and had Kathy stand on my back so she could take the shots.

I hadn’t really experienced anything more after the clicking sounds, though I must say the place was oddly short of orbs for me, with only a couple of pictures showing any, those being from under the place.

A very interesting and very spooky place; and all of this from outside of the building in broad daylight; imagine what it would be like to walk through it. Imagine it in the dark…spooky.

Laura Miller

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