It's trailing after me.
Wherever it's coming from.
That stupid eerie whistling noise.
It's kind of like an old song...but not?
Stupid old miner's house. Stupid ghost stories. Stupid cute boys...
I should have known better than to take on the dare just to impress Josh. No matter how handsome the basketball player is, he isn't worth dying in a goddamn haunted shit hole for. I should have shrugged them off at the beach party. Should have watched how much I was drinking.
Shouldn't have kissed those stupid soft lips.
Sigh.
Too late now.
"Where is that coming from?!" I can't make out shit beyond shapes in this fucking place, and it's almost like someone is literally right behind me whistling that tune in some bad horror movie trope. Up the creaking steps. Down the worn dusty hallway. Past the numerous open doors into rooms I'm so not checking out. Turning the corner into another long hallway, hanging around like---
Bang!
"Son of a bitch!" Who the fuck puts a table right in the middle of a doorway?! Jesus, that's going to leave one hell of a bruise on my thighs.
Heavy solid fucker too.
Do I move it? Or go back? The balcony is suppose to be on the other end. I just need to get there and be done with this stunt.
Hmmm......
Skreeeitch! Skreeeitch! Skreee-
Fuck it. That sound is worse than the whistling. Another poor asshole can move the table back to wherever it's suppose to be. I just need enough room to, oooff, slip by.
Gods!
I can't tell if that smell is just rotting wood...or...rat droppings? Jesus I hope it's just rat droppings. Why the hell did I agree to go lightless again in this stupid bit? My dad's going to kick my ass if I end up getting attacked by something for a fucking pretty face.
Ding! Ding!
Oh! Shit. Where's my phone? I-why isn't it in my pocket? Did I drop it? Fuck.
"Fuck!"
No. No, no, no, no, no! I cannot loose that! Dad will more than kill me, he'll disown me, or worse, make me go live with mom. Shit! Where could I have dropped it? I didn't feel it fall out of my pocket, but it can't be too far if I can hear it going off.
Maybe I lost it when I moved the table?
Ok.
So turn around, like 5--maybe ten steps back--and it should be there.
Wait.
....Did....did the whistling just move? Or...something else? Is that a shadow?
"Wh-who's there?"
Why is it still behind me?! I should be facing into it!
Fuck this place. I'm out of here. No boy is worth this bullshit.
Pudink! Worhl, worhl, worhl, skiiirk, dunk!
Oh. My God.
Did I just fucking KICK MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM?!
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?!
Grrrrrrrrrr!
Deep breath in, then out. Relax, man, relax. Just ignore the stupid whistling and slowly kneel to the floor. Yes, it's probably caked with animal shit. No, don't use the sleeve of your letterman jacket to protect your hands! Nana cleaned this for you like a month ago! She'll beat you worse than dad if you get it dirty again.
Ok.
Gentle reaching...gentle...slide your knees across the floor, ignore the grinding sensation that feels like poop breaking into dust beneath your shins. Don't open your mouth, try not to breath any of it in. Just reaaaach.....and reaaach....and--
"Can I help you, son?"
"AHHHHH!" Shake him off! SHAKE HIM OFF! Oh Gods! Where did he come from?! "LET GO OF ME!"
Shake him off!!!!
"Now just hold a minute, I'm tryin' t' help."
The hell you are! I can fucking see RIGHT THROUGH YOU!!! And I don't even know HOW I can, it's so goddamn dark in here!
"P-PLEASE, LET ME GO!" Oh gods, why is the whistling getting louder?! Is it him?! How can he be whistling that hideous tune and talking at the same time through them ugly ass transparent gnarled teeth?!
"Afraid I can't do that, fella."
"Please! PLEASE!" Why won't you let go?!
Fight him!
FIGHT HIM!
You're a goddamn wrestler, break his hold and bolt! Forget the phone! JUST GO!!
"I don't think so, boy."
Ggga...acckk!!
"Why do you always gotta put up a struggle? I'm just tryin' t' help ya! Clawin' at my hands won't do any good. I know what you're thinkin', same thing as always, but it won't matter, child. That noise you're hearin'? That whistlin' sound that's been followin' ya? That ain't nothin' but you, boy. You! I ain't the one strangling ya! You done did that yourself years ago when you fell through the hole in the floor just past this here table! That noise, that gods awful sound, is the tune you was piping before you fell and got snagged by an old wire."
...............
......"It's alright, son. That's it. Put your hands down, just let yourself relax. It'll all be over soon. I promise. Maybe tomorrow, you won't come back, or you won't move past the table I put in the door way to block ya....but I doubt it. We all keep returning here...Guess we should have listened to those old ghost stories after all...It ain't fun to repeat your death in this old place. No sir, not at all..."
Wherever it's coming from.
That stupid eerie whistling noise.
It's kind of like an old song...but not?
Stupid old miner's house. Stupid ghost stories. Stupid cute boys...
I should have known better than to take on the dare just to impress Josh. No matter how handsome the basketball player is, he isn't worth dying in a goddamn haunted shit hole for. I should have shrugged them off at the beach party. Should have watched how much I was drinking.
Shouldn't have kissed those stupid soft lips.
Sigh.
Too late now.
"Where is that coming from?!" I can't make out shit beyond shapes in this fucking place, and it's almost like someone is literally right behind me whistling that tune in some bad horror movie trope. Up the creaking steps. Down the worn dusty hallway. Past the numerous open doors into rooms I'm so not checking out. Turning the corner into another long hallway, hanging around like---
Bang!
"Son of a bitch!" Who the fuck puts a table right in the middle of a doorway?! Jesus, that's going to leave one hell of a bruise on my thighs.
Heavy solid fucker too.
Do I move it? Or go back? The balcony is suppose to be on the other end. I just need to get there and be done with this stunt.
Hmmm......
Skreeeitch! Skreeeitch! Skreee-
Fuck it. That sound is worse than the whistling. Another poor asshole can move the table back to wherever it's suppose to be. I just need enough room to, oooff, slip by.
Gods!
I can't tell if that smell is just rotting wood...or...rat droppings? Jesus I hope it's just rat droppings. Why the hell did I agree to go lightless again in this stupid bit? My dad's going to kick my ass if I end up getting attacked by something for a fucking pretty face.
Ding! Ding!
Oh! Shit. Where's my phone? I-why isn't it in my pocket? Did I drop it? Fuck.
"Fuck!"
No. No, no, no, no, no! I cannot loose that! Dad will more than kill me, he'll disown me, or worse, make me go live with mom. Shit! Where could I have dropped it? I didn't feel it fall out of my pocket, but it can't be too far if I can hear it going off.
Maybe I lost it when I moved the table?
Ok.
So turn around, like 5--maybe ten steps back--and it should be there.
Wait.
....Did....did the whistling just move? Or...something else? Is that a shadow?
"Wh-who's there?"
Why is it still behind me?! I should be facing into it!
Fuck this place. I'm out of here. No boy is worth this bullshit.
Pudink! Worhl, worhl, worhl, skiiirk, dunk!
Oh. My God.
Did I just fucking KICK MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM?!
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?!
Grrrrrrrrrr!
Deep breath in, then out. Relax, man, relax. Just ignore the stupid whistling and slowly kneel to the floor. Yes, it's probably caked with animal shit. No, don't use the sleeve of your letterman jacket to protect your hands! Nana cleaned this for you like a month ago! She'll beat you worse than dad if you get it dirty again.
Ok.
Gentle reaching...gentle...slide your knees across the floor, ignore the grinding sensation that feels like poop breaking into dust beneath your shins. Don't open your mouth, try not to breath any of it in. Just reaaaach.....and reaaach....and--
"Can I help you, son?"
"AHHHHH!" Shake him off! SHAKE HIM OFF! Oh Gods! Where did he come from?! "LET GO OF ME!"
Shake him off!!!!
"Now just hold a minute, I'm tryin' t' help."
The hell you are! I can fucking see RIGHT THROUGH YOU!!! And I don't even know HOW I can, it's so goddamn dark in here!
"P-PLEASE, LET ME GO!" Oh gods, why is the whistling getting louder?! Is it him?! How can he be whistling that hideous tune and talking at the same time through them ugly ass transparent gnarled teeth?!
"Afraid I can't do that, fella."
"Please! PLEASE!" Why won't you let go?!
Fight him!
FIGHT HIM!
You're a goddamn wrestler, break his hold and bolt! Forget the phone! JUST GO!!
"I don't think so, boy."
Ggga...acckk!!
"Why do you always gotta put up a struggle? I'm just tryin' t' help ya! Clawin' at my hands won't do any good. I know what you're thinkin', same thing as always, but it won't matter, child. That noise you're hearin'? That whistlin' sound that's been followin' ya? That ain't nothin' but you, boy. You! I ain't the one strangling ya! You done did that yourself years ago when you fell through the hole in the floor just past this here table! That noise, that gods awful sound, is the tune you was piping before you fell and got snagged by an old wire."
...............
......"It's alright, son. That's it. Put your hands down, just let yourself relax. It'll all be over soon. I promise. Maybe tomorrow, you won't come back, or you won't move past the table I put in the door way to block ya....but I doubt it. We all keep returning here...Guess we should have listened to those old ghost stories after all...It ain't fun to repeat your death in this old place. No sir, not at all..."
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