Murat was a rational man, a firm believer in cause and effect. The chickens couldn’t just disappear, could they? He racked his brain for an explanation but found none. The absence of feathers or any trace of a struggle deepened the mystery. And then there were the nocturnal clucking noises that seemed to originate within the walls of his home. Were these actual sounds or mere illusions of his strained mind?

Night after night, he found himself haunted by the ghostly echoes of his once bustling brood of chickens. He couldn’t discern whether he was dreaming, hallucinating, or truly hearing their familiar clucks repeating in a disturbing loop. This unsettling situation had to end, and soon. Otherwise, he feared he might spiral into madness. What on earth could be happening?

Determined to crack this mystery, Murat dedicated himself to monitoring his chickens, day and night. From a safe distance, he watched their every move. He even hid near the chicken coop, hoping to spot a hidden predator or a clue that could solve the mystery. But strangely, he still couldn’t figure it out.