The Ghost Whistle
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The Ghost Whistle
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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