There was an earthquake at the Mansion this morning, just, as usual, as I was getting up.
The quake rippled through me as I walked across my bedroom. It wasn’t a violent shake, or an uncomfortable quiver, but a definite ripple. With a loud rumble attached.
No damage done, the quake seemed to last about half an hour. It was more like half a second, but time seems to stop at moments like this.
The last time I felt this was a couple of years ago when the epicentre of an earthquake was in the middle of a field near Market Rasen, Lincolnshire, UK, in February 2008. I was just trying to get to sleep back then, as it was around one o’clock in the morning when that one struck. Apparently that quake registered at 5.2 on the Richter Scale, and I was rippled fully awake. Good job that I couldn’t sleep that night, all things considered, or I would have missed it.
The one at the Mansion this morning was more localised. In fact, I think it was only felt at the Mansion, but I’d have to guess that it was on the same scale as the Market Rasen tremor. Maybe it was just the Mansion readjusting itself once again. Settling down, as it were.
Buildings tend to do that quite a lot, with creaks and groans and moans and clinks and clanks going on at all hours, without any other real explanation for them. And the weather has turned a bit blustery of late, shall we say, so the building is probably bracing itself for that as well.
And then there’s the ghostly visitors who pop in, to wail or move objects, or whatever else ghostly visitors do when they have free reign.
They wouldn’t have been here this morning, however, and they make me feel more than just a ripple when they do visit. So this morning, there was an earthquake.
One of the meteorites out in the Grinds seems to have moved slightly, revealing in the hole what looks like some kind of roof, which was hidden beneath the lawn previously. Slightly covered is a little roof window, so I would guess that there is another part of the Mansion under the Grinds.
This Mansion literally goes on forever, spanning time zones, and even countries on occasion. It’s a very strange place, actually, and takes some getting used to. I know. I’m still getting used to it.
So. I wonder what secrets the Mansion is beginning to reveal to me now. I can’t wait to explore what’s inside the underground building out back, although my explorations will have to wait for a few days.
Unless the Mansion wants me to see those secrets sooner… in which case, who am I to stop it? Time, or the Mansion, will tell…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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