My name is Evan. I am twenty eight years old.
After my divorce, I moved to a small town named Chadam in Alabama. Apart from my parents house, I didn't really have anywhere else to go. So I came to live in my grandparents' old house.
He passed away a few years ago and left the place to us. It's about 10 minutes outside town, sitting on 10 acres, surrounded by forest. It's really quiet out there. I thought I had enjoy that the house is old wood floors, that creek doors that stick. The kind of place that always feels a little cold no matter how high the thermostat is. But it was free and I didn't have a better option.
The first few nights were normal, I unpacked and cleaned. I spent the evening sitting on the porch with a beer. It was peaceful, no traffic, just the wind through the Trees and the occasional owl, when the noise started the first time I heard it was on the seventh night.
I had just gotten into bed around midnight, I was almost asleep when I heard the song outside. It wasn't a song, I recognised just a slow broken tune key, it sounded like someone walking through the woods behind the house, whistling as they went, it creeped me out, but I figured it was some hunter or drunk neighbour.
The next night, it happened again, same time same tune, but this time it sounded closer. I got out of bed and turned on the porch light, but I didn't see anyone.
I went outside with a flashlight and checked around the yard, nothing no tracks. No sounds of someone running off just the whistling fading deeper into the woods.
I tried to ignore it for a couple of nights, I just stayed in bed and tried to sleep through it. But every time the whistling buds start around 1:17 AM. I know that sound like a random number, but I swear it was always around 1:15 or 1:19, somewhere there.
It was like clockwork, I started thinking, maybe someone was messing with me on purpose, someone who knew I was out there alone I called the Sheriffs police.
A few days later, an old deputy who I will call Deputy H came out, he had been in thia job a long time. When I told him that what was happening. He got really quiet, he said word-for-word, your granddaddy, used to call us about the same thing, said someone was whistling around the property late at night, always in the spring, we never found anything.
I figured, he was just getting old but now you're hearing it to that.
It shook me, I had no idea my grandfather dealt with this. Deputy H told me to keep the doors locked and stay inside after dark. I started doing that, not like I wasn't already; I double-checked every window.
One night, I even put chairs under the door knobs, but the whistling kept coming closer every night.
One night, I heard it behind the shed. It was louder than usual like the person was standing right outside, I grabbed my flashlight and looked through the blinds. I didn't see anyone but I didn't dare to go outside.
The next night, I heard it from the Front porch, right by the 3 long whistles, then silence.
The night after that, it came from under the floorboards, I swear to God, it was like someone was in the crawlspace, whistling Up through the vents I didn't sleep at all that night, I started digging through the attic.
The next day, trying to find anything, my grandfather left behind. I found a box office journals, he wrote about the whistling, he said it happened every spring for over 10 years, he didn't know who it was, but he thought it was someone watching the house. He said he used to up with a rifle by the front door just in case, he said it only ever happened when he lived alone after my grandmother died.
I called Deputy H again, he came by and read the journal. He looked nervous. He told me to be careful, he said, don't open the door if you don't know who it's is.
That night, I stayed up, I sat on the couch with a shotgun across my lap. A shotgun, I barely knew how to load I waited at 1:17 AM. The whistling started again, but this time it didn't come from outside. It came from the hallway inside the house. I froze, the hallway light was off I could hear the whistling moving closer step-by-step, I stood up aimed the shotgun. And shouted, "who is there?" The whistling stopped.
I flipped the hallway light on, nothing was there, no one....I didn't sleep again.
After that, it was 2 nights. Since then, I hadn't heard it again, I was getting sick, I don't know who this person was, I don't know why they picked me or my grandfather, but it was real and I knew it was, I don't believe in hallucinations, to that decree, nor do I believe in anything Paranormal, this was a real person.
After that night, things went quiet for 2 days. No sounds. No movement, no sign of anything I thought maybe it was finally over.
On the third night, I went on bed just after midnight. I didn't stay up this time, I left the hallway light on just in case, at exactly 1:17 AM. I woke up to a new sound, not whistling knocking slow-paced out, Knock.. 3 of them. They were coming from inside the house from the back door then, silence, I didn't move, I stayed in bed in less then a minute, Later, I heard a new sound a creek from the floorboard in the hallway. Then another someone was walking, the hallway light went out.
I grabbed my shotgun; heart pounding and stepped out of the bedroom, the hallway was dark, but a the end of it, I saw something a person wearing black clothes, pale face, they were standing perfectly still just watching me. I raised the shotgun, but my hands were shaking, I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry.
I screamed, "don't move" with my shaky voice. I saw in the dark. The person slowly start lifting their leg and turning as if they were about to run, I screamed stop and at that moment, they darted out of the hallway out of my line of sight, I heard they're surprisingly heavy footsteps stomping out the front door into the dark and ran outside.
I fired a shot. Not into the air. But straight ahead into the darkness low key, hoping ahead hit him in the dark, I screamed "don't come back", the shot hurt my ears, reccohetting off the walls of the house and the deck. I locked up the house got to my trunk and drove into town. I slept in my trunk that night.
The next morning, Deputy H drove out there. And the front door to house was unlocked again, that confirmed whoever that person was....had key to my grandfather's house, nothing was broken or missing, but Deputy H recommended, I changed the locks and he also of the record suggested moving out of that old place because someone out in those woods hasn't taken kindly to either my grandfather or myself being in that house.
I drove out to the local home improvement store. I'm stretched to the logs that day the same hour after that, I left the house to go to a parents house out-of-state for a while, I left it to my Daddy to eventually sell that house anything of sentimental value we took out and the rest was best left in there or sold.
All the secrets had gone with the house.
Till date it's not discovered what was there and who was there..