[h3][b][color=Gold][center]Gwyndolyn[/center][/color][/b][/h3]

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"Well, ghosts, but yeah."

"They don't talk or anything, or if they do, I can't hear it, so it's not like I'm getting anything useful out of it. It's just... spooky."
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[color=Gold][i]Huh[/i][/color], Gwyndolyn mused, [color=Gold][i]spooky indeed[/i][/color]. She tried to imagine what it would be like to be actually haunted by silent mouthing watchers. She conjured a pale figure dressed in white in her mind, pining hopelessly, silently, for succor, to be guided to rest but to no avail. Gwyn shivered. Perhaps it was best she just burned things fast. It was nice though to meet people who'd also experienced unexplained phenomena, she was hoping they'd share their little adventures so far, what they'd learnt, what they'd found and hoping the Benefactor could, at the very least contextualise this and at very most explain why we'd been torn from our very normal lives.

Then it happened. Gwyndolyn, buffeted by the force, was struck to her knees. From her new position she could barely believe what was happening. Granted, ghosts are real and portals are real but watching the tree replant itself and bloom was... [color=gold][i]Don't get me wrong, the house repairing was impressive[/i][/color] but fixing the broken glass, stitching the wood planks together again couldn't hold a candle to the spectacle of the tree undying. It was like it had never suffered whatever misfortune struck it in the first place. The flow of the loose branches knitting themselves back to the trunk, the scattered leaves, first uncrumbling from dust, moistening and returning to their rightful position only to explode into colour again was, for lack of a better word, [i]magical.[/i] 

What had just happened?

Four of the group had been scooped up and withdrawn against their will (she imagined) into the house, leaving her with Colene Sear, The Californian and a handful of others who'd had the good sense to hang back. The poor guy closest to getting in looked like the large door had whipped out at him, tossing him at the railing before tossing him into the air and throwing him inside. Gwyndolyn struggled off her knees and gave the others the [i][color=Gold]We're going to find out what happened to them, right?[/color][/i] look before carefully approaching the manor to check if Sally could see the guy who was also flung into the railing yet.