The Ghost Whistle

Hello readers here i am with another horror story for you. enjoy reading it and make sure you comment below how good you like it.



The Ghost Whistle


About a hundred years ago a man was walking down a narrow street in the middle of nowhere. The street was surrounded with a dense forest and patches of wild grass were visible here and there on the street.
The man was whistling a tune which he had heard somewhere long ago. He was going down the street whistling and humming when he heard a shrill scream pierce the air from behind him. He turned around to see what the source of the noise was but he saw nothing. Thinking that it must have been some animal he turned back around. As soon as he had turned around and resumed whistling his tune he heard the same shrill scream coming from behind him again.
He turned his head to look behind him but again he saw nothing. He continued walking and yet again he heard the scream from behind him. This time he lost his temper. He turned around and started screaming to the air.
“Whoever it is come out and show yourself or I will call the police.”
He kept screaming to the air for an hour. Little did he know that who he was screaming to was standing right behind him the whole time. When he thought he was sure there was no one he turned back around and he saw the coldest pair of eyes boring into his and the next moment he was running for his life, but of course the eyes were faster and he died a tragic death.
“ Dude that is bullshit, I don’t believe it.”
 “Yeah thanks. By the way the tune the man was whistling was the same tune you were whistling before I came.” Said the person who had told the story “and the tune attracted me like it had that day when I killed that man.”  

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