The peculiar gap in his basement wall continued to occupy Murat’s thoughts. The oddity of the discovery puzzled him. He had seen it himself – there was nothing but darkness beyond that wall. So, what caused his chickens to fixate on it? What was it about this gap in his wall that incited such nervousness within them?

Despite his skepticism, the allure of the unexplained was powerful. The mystery of his disappearing chickens seemed to be bizarrely linked to the concealed cavity in his basement. His logical mind wrestled with the creeping intuition that there was more than met the eye. The gap, it seemed, was not a simple hole in the wall.

As days turned into nights, and nights into days, the vanishing act of his chickens persisted. He would count them each evening, tucking them safely into their coop, but each morning, one would be missing. His lively coop was fast turning into a silent reminder of the inexplicable phenomenon he was struggling to understand.