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except for this form. It slid towards the portal at the
back of the courtyard, an imposing dark green portal,
which still made loud noises. But not this time. The
form slowly floated towards it, and it opened,
without its eternal creaking. That too was on break,
apparently. And the form disappeared behind,
nobody knows where, leaving Mrs Evans prey to a
thousand questions. The gate, as if it wanted to
prevent anyone from disturbing the fate of this
mysterious form, proceeded to close, still silently.

Then, everything returns to normal, if we can say so.
Noises are there again, the atmosphere seems to be
alive again, and Mrs Evans felt like she came back to
Earth.

The rest of the night returned to normal, as did the
rest of the days. Contrary to what one might imagine,
Mrs. Evans wasn't scared. Only the next day, she
naturally told her daughter and the owner of the
place who lived just above. For her daughter, it was
something wonderful, something mythical. But for
the owner, a kind and elderly woman who loved
their cat, it was a different matter. After hearing the
story, she became very pale. Could Mrs Evans have

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