Whistling Nightmare

It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night that makes you want to stay inside with the doors locked and the curtains drawn. But Sarah had no choice, she had to leave her apartment and walk to the subway station to catch a train to visit her family for the weekend.

As she walked down the deserted street, the only sound she could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. Suddenly, she heard a faint whistle in the distance. It was a haunting sound, like a tune from a bygone era.

Sarah quickened her pace, trying to ignore the whistle, but it only seemed to get louder. The tune was now unmistakable, a creepy lullaby that sent shivers down her spine. She turned around, but there was nobody there.

The whistle continued to haunt her as she walked towards the subway station. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed, but every time she turned around, there was nobody there.

As she reached the station, she saw a man sitting on a bench, staring straight ahead. He was whistling the same tune that had been haunting her all night. Sarah tried to avoid him, but he stood up and started walking towards her.

She tried to run, but her feet felt heavy, like they were stuck in the ground. The man was getting closer and closer, his whistle growing louder and more sinister with every step.

Just as he was about to grab her, Sarah woke up in a cold sweat. It had all been a nightmare. But as she got out of bed and walked to the window, she heard a faint whistle in the distance. It was the same tune from her dream, and it was getting louder.

She looked out the window, but there was nobody there. The whistle continued to grow louder and more haunting, until it was right outside her door. She tried to run, but the door wouldn't budge. The whistle grew louder and louder, until it was the only thing she could hear.

Sarah never made it out of her apartment that night. The next morning, her neighbors found her lifeless body, her face twisted in terror. Nobody knows what happened that night, but some say they can still hear the whistle echoing through the halls of her apartment building.