The Strange Disappearance Of Margot Beaumont

We start tapping along the walls, listening intently. The sound changes subtly as we reach a particular section. It's hollow, distinctly different from the solid thuds elsewhere.
I press my ear against the wall, straining to listen. I hear something unexpected – a faint, rustling sound. It’s too deliberate to be dismissed as mere settling of an old house. It's too big, too rhythmic to be a rodent.

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00:00 Part 1
35:32 Part 2
46:05 Outro

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