Exploring Saint Jonhs colledge

The place an old Victorian mansion, in the middle of an English forest in privet grounds1

hidden amongst trees and heavy piled greenery, of leafs that shades2

the sun light, even in the brightest of days.3

A long path led to it as it took charge from the main truck road4

to it`s front heavy door steps, of stone polished and cracked from times past ventures5

A weary silence of sadness and melancholy surrounded the whole scene, in addition a cold chill run down my spine as I felt I was not alone.6

so peaceful and serin place of tranquillity, with company the so evident smell of decay, imprinted in every stone of it`s structure7

A heavy arched Gothic door, led me inside to a main reception area8

with a half spiral staircase, leading to the above level of many rooms empty and waiting to be explored, one by one9

There was a heavy feeling around me as if, I was been watched by 10

invisible eyes, that followed my every step and yet, did not feel11

threatened, only aware and careful not to disturb, as I did not belong to the time and place, it remained.12

I dared not stay any longer somehow, I felt I had to go as if ordered by the forces that dwelled there.13

I walked out to the sun light, and felt reborn again14

walking some distance away looked at the windows lined up to it`s15

length, with French panels climbing one on top of the other in unisome, the stone levels of steps, that led to the entrance door16

of heavy well seasoned oak timber, and felt a warm feeling of assurance that I had been welcomed to disturb, the sweet memories17

of yesteryear. 18