![]() "Slowly there came from out of the Stygian blackness of the parlor and stood in the doorway ready to receive them - a chair! The chair seemed to slide along the floor of its own volition and take its stand in the open doorway, unaided by any visible thing. The hall below was as dark as Erebus." They reached the parlor door as the bell ringing was joined by a cacophony of thumping and crashing noises throughout the house, filling them with dread. Each held a death grip on his revolver with one hand, and on the bannister with the other. ![]() "Down the stairway slowly groped the three gentlemen. As a Chronicle story headlined "A GHOSTLY SPECTACLE" reported in the stiff Victorian prose of the times, here is what happened next: ![]() He and two of his boarders, roused awake, decided to check it out. It all began April 24, 1874, with the eerie, incessant clanging of the doorbell just after midnight in the two-story mansion leased by Thomas Clarke at the southwest corner of 16th and Castro. Or perhaps amusing, if you don't believe in the supernatural. I wish I'd known before." There was a lot to explain. oh, man," said Katroar, who like his neighbors knew nothing of the 1874 haunting before being told of it by a Chronicle reporter last week. "I knew something was weird around here, but. It is a story that sends shivers down the spines of psychics - and Chan, Katroar and Lunez, residents of the only three 19th century Victorians left at the supposedly haunted intersection. But after poring through more than 300 pages of historical documents, building records and newspaper clippings, The Chronicle has pieced together the story of what one paranormal expert says was probably the most horrifying house haunting in Western U.S. The 1874 haunting of the Clarke mansion at the intersection has long been forgotten in Bay Area lore, and the dwelling itself was torn down in the early 1970s to make room for I-980's eastbound lanes. ![]() Nightmare house 2 lore Patch#They all live by what psychics say is the haunted intersection of 16th and Castro streets in Oakland, overlooking a haunted stretch of Interstate 980: a patch of land bedeviled by some entity that shrieked its way into the world in one unfathomable week more than a century ago and that refuses to die today. ![]()
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