Have you ever climbed up the stairs and thought you were at the top, only to trip over the last step and realise that you’d actually miscounted? Or perhaps you’ve done it in reverse, and descended the stairs and expected another step at the bottom only to jar your whole body as you crash into the floor with your foot? Well, if so, I’d like to share a similar experience I’ve had at the Mansion. I’ll share it with you if you haven’t experienced anything like this either… I’m kind like that.
Climbing and descending stairs doesn’t really require that much attention, all things considered. General health and safety matters, but it can really be done without so much of a second thought.
The stairs in the Mansion, you’d think, would behave in exactly the same way.
I ran up the stairs the other day, from the Foyer to the Third Floor, when I heard something fall – it sounded as though it was in the Vestibule on the Ground Floor.
I ran quickly down the stairs again, not really paying any attention to the number of flights I’d descended, and got to the Vestibule and everything looked in order. A little dark, but nothing out of place.
I then thought that maybe the wind – it has been very windy here of late – had blown some debris into the front door.
I opened the door, looked out and saw nothing there. But then, I noticed something else. The Grinds were different. What remained of the trees were charred and blackened. The lawns were overgrown and I couldn’t begin to explain the state of the Rose Beds.
I stepped outside the Mansion, and looked back – and the whole building had changed. It was older, greyer, and, to be honest, looked very menacing. The archway over the front door resembled an open, snarling mouth.
I ran back into the Mansion, and ran up the stairs again; three flights, but this time I ended up on the Fourth Floor.
I ran down the stairs again, all four flights, to the Foyer and saw the Vestibule was brighter once again. I ran outside the front door and the Grinds and the Mansion were back to normal.
I then went back in again, ran up three flights, and then ran back down the stairs again, looking around me to see if anything changed, which it didn’t. I went outside the Mansion once more, and all was normal.
I ran back up the three flights again, and then ran down the stairs, this time not paying any attention as to how many steps or fights I’d used. Everything still seemed normal inside, but once again, the outside was different. The Grinds were beautiful with arched hedges everywhere, and folk were playing crochet on the lawn. I looked back at the Mansion, which, yet again, had altered; this time having a kind of ‘regency’ feel to it ( that’s how I’d describe it anyhow!)
I ran back into the Mansion, and back up the three flights of stairs, this time reaching the Fifth Floor.
Consciously I descended the stairs to reach the regular Foyer and Mansion.
I spent hours running up and down the stairs, noticing how the Mansion stayed the same when I paid attention to what I was doing, and how it was different when I put my attention elsewhere. In all, I’d counted eight different Mansions – one time, I’d climbed up six flights of stairs and ended up in the Basement… I had to climb up those stairs to the Foyer and then up the stairs proper to the Third Floor, only to consciously come back down the stairs to get myself back to the normal reality that time. It was all very confusing. And tiring… I was worn out with all the running around! I’m not the fittest of individuals, you know…
So, there you have it. The Mansion that crosses dimensions seems to do it more so when I’m not consciously paying attention to what I’m doing. When I’m aware of what I’m doing, things tend stay the same. Most of the time.
So, going back to my first question… have you ever experienced anything like this, or is it just me???
The Mansionic Perspective 
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