One night in late October a frightening thing happened to me.

I'd like to forget that this whole night ever happened, everything got so out of control.

She acted as if that special night had never happened.

And then the first night we moved in here something else happened.

The fern was gone, as if that night had never happened.

If only that terrible, bloody day and night had not happened!

I spent the night at her house and nothing happened.

It was as though the previous night had never happened.

Some night between 1450 and 1500, very late, the same thing happened in both villages.

These nights happen for groups of 6 to 10 people.