Season 9 - Episode 26
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A telegram arrived unexpectedly. Mrs Butterfield hoped it was a sign that her daughter was finally ready to speak to her again. She hadn’t seen Harriet in over a year, although she had tried unsuccessfully several times since then. The short message in the telegram dashed all hope of reuniting with her daughter. It bluntly read: “Harriet Staunton died yesterday at 34 Forbes Road… Will be buried today, Sunday”… (Part 1 of 2). *** LISTENER CAUTION IS ADVISED ***     This episode was researched and written by Eileen Macfarlane. Edited by Joel Porter at Dot Dot Dot Productions. Script editing, additional writing, illustrations and production direction by Rosanna Fitton Narration, audio editing assistance, script editing, and production direction by Benjamin Fitton. Become a ‘Patreon Producer’ and get exclusive access to Season 1, early ad-free access to episodes, and your name in the podcast credits. Find out more here: https://www.patreon.com/TheyWalkAmongUs More information and episode references can be found on our website https://theywalkamonguspodcast.com MUSIC:  Holy Wait by Chelsea McGough  Lord Of The Dead by CJ0  The Search by CJ0  Altered Fate by Cody Martin  Depth Of Loss by Cody Martin  Loaves & Fish by Cody Martin  Mind Over Matter by Chelsea McGough  Unexpected Turn by Moments  Harboring by Salon Dijon  St Mary by Chelsea McGough And Stephen Keech  Mainframe by Wicked Cinema  SOCIAL MEDIA:  YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCeM6RXDKQ3gZbDHaKxvrAyA X - https://twitter.com/TWAU_Podcast Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/theywalkamonguspodcast Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/theywalkamonguspodcast Threads - https://www.threads.net/@theywalkamonguspodcast Support this show http://supporter.acast.com/theywalkamongus. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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