One night our sisters and I went to look for her. We knocked on the doors and asked our neighbours about the cat. By the time we got to the last house in the street, it was very late and we were tired. The house looked empty, but we knocked anyway. The door opened on its own. Although we were scared, we decided to go in and have a look. Suddenly, we heard a loud noise and a huge creature jumped out in front of us. "Don't be afraid, it's just an owl," said a voice from behind us. We turned around and saw an old lady at the bottom of the stairs. She rushed over and introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Mrs Shade. You are looking for your cat, aren't you? Calm down, she is back home." We rushed home. Our mum was very worried. "Why are you so late?" she asked, the moment we walked in. "Don't worry, mum. We were at Mrs Shade's house, you know the big one at the end of the street. She told us about Bessie ..." Mum looked puzzled. "What on earth are you talking about?" she said. "Mrs Shade died ten years ago!" It was the most mysterious night in my life.

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