House of Cards

From: corniella (sweatheart415@hotmail.com)
Story type: Past Life Experience
Location: my home
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Sun Sep 23 13:12:11 2007

I dream about his house, its an old Victorian house, but its not exactly average. The entire house is a maze, there are no doors and the windows don't open. The only way to get around the house without getting lost is to know it and for some strange reason i do. From the outside it looks more than ordinary, polished front door and all, but i rarely get to see the outside. I only get to see the front door, dark mahogany, and i open it. It opens into a tiny hallway only abreast enough for one person, me. Its shadowy but you can see the sage colored walls and the little table that holds a small lamp and a candy dish. On the wall there are many paintings, but they all hold the same face. Its the face of an elderly man, who looks so gaunt its surprising he was alive long enough for them to paint every wisp of his hair. One of the paintings at the very far end of the hall shows a full length view of the old man, he is in a green over coat and his eyes always look damp.

This painting is the door to the next room, the music room. When you walk in theres almost a blinding contrast from the shadowy sage of the hallway to the bright gold of this room. there are many seats along th walls and a gilded fireplace that is home to a soft Persian rug and three love seats. the whole wall opposite the door is curved with windows and the curve holds a well crafted window seat with curtains to hide behind. In this room there are many hidden doors. the fireplace is on the left of the windows and the door, but to the right is a white grand piano and a violin stand. In the corner underneath the piano there is a small square piece of wall you can push on that leads upstairs to a childs bedroom, beneath the window seat there is a passage that leads straight to the cabinets in the kitchen and next to the biggest love seat there is a door that will take us to the next room, the blue room.

The blue room is a wonderful baby blue embellished with royal indigo shades everywhere. there is a revolutionary round seat in the center on the room and many chairs around little yellow tables that have blue jay's painted on them. The tables are made to look like bird feeders and the birds painted on them to be the reflections. The room is so beautiful i never seem to want to leave but something always compels me to keep moving. So i move on to a space on the wall hidden behind the tapestry that has a groove in it in the shape of two small eyes. The eyes aren't scary or creepy, but so loving and sweet with long lashes and deep shadowed pupils.

If you push on the wall in the exact place the persons heart would be the wall will open for you into a dining room fit for a king. Its painted in a deep shade that i can only describe as blood red. the chairs are covered in a white-beige satin and the wood on the chairs is freshly carved cherry. the chandelier hanging from the ceiling has little glass drops that hang from the three tiers, and in each drop you can see a small face so you know you are never alone. There are almost 200 little drops on the chandelier, I've never counted them but i know. the table seats twelve, and if you stand at the head of the table, which is ensconced with a lions head carved into the wood of the chair, and look down the table the fourth chair on your left will have a passage underneath it that leads to the wine cellar and in the corner closest to that chair is another passage that will lead you to the front hall.

Now we are in the back of the house and we have finally reached the front hall. if we had wanted to take our guests straight to the front hall we could have come through the painting in the hallway in which the man was wearing a red hat but when we throw parties that is not fashionable. the front hall contains a huge staircase and walls ensconced with over fifty candles but no chandelier. this is an oddity but it makes the room look much grander and makes you actually look about the room instead of up. the staircase is two directional and has enough room on each side to accommodate more than four people across. In between the two directions in the ballroom floor finished in marble. its is quite grand when you want to show off, though i have never seen anyone but me in this house. if you go up the stairs on the right you will walk straight into a wall, don't take those stairs, take the ones on your left. At the the top there is what looks like a crack in the wall, it is a crack don't press on it. press on the wine stain in the shape of a rose.

This opens up into the starkness of the master bedroom. its white, everything, the bed, the sheets, the walls and there is no mirror. the discomfort in this room radiated like heat, its like someone is trying to push me out the door. i can feel myself blushing even though no one is there to see it, i never stay in this room long. i move back out onto the landing and go through to the children's entrance. when you stand on the landing beside the crack there is a little snitch in the wall, it almost looks like a scuff mark but thats the way into the children's bedroom. its bright and colorful and holds enough beds and toys to suite three or fours kids, boys and girls alike. in the middle of this room is a spiral staircase that leads up to the attic, this is the only room that is easy to get into. and its beautiful. Its shaped like a loft and about every ten feet there are little doors in the room that you can open and look out, its has such a mystical feeling that i cant help but smile in comfort at the sight of it.

i have never been to any place like this and don't know if it even exists but i feel inside of me this longing for home when i wake up and i cant help but try to find a meaning to all of this. i feel that in my past like i lived there and i think something very tragic happened in my bedroom, the master bedroom because i'm almost fearfully sad and anxious when i go in there like the spirit of something is haunting me as i walk through there. i have never been farther in than the threshold. and i have been far too fearful to test it but if i do i will be glad to inform anyone who would care to know.