The shoes placed outside one of the doors were moved with a slight creaking.

Ferragut had the vague impression of air that is displaced by the slow advance of a body.
The door trembled.

The chair was pushed back, little by little, very gently pushed.

In the darkness he descried a moving shadow, dark and dense.

He made a movement.
"Shhhh-h!" sighed a ghostly voice, a voice from the other world.