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.A HUGE thank you to all my patreons and members for making this video possible!➤Original StoryWritten By: PageTurner627- https://pastebin.com/HspxVVVm ➤Join the Following: Send in your stories! r/Viidith22My Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Viidith22storiesSupport the channel!- https://ko-fi.com/viidith22 Twitter- http://bit.ly/2pYZVBsInstagram-http://bit.ly/2ppPCCw Second Channel- http://bit.ly/2qLLVf4 Merch: http://bit.ly/2wsHPbw 00:00 Part 135:32 Part 246:05 OutroOriginal video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slwe7AuU9H0