The Whistler In The Night

Chapter 14

It was late, and the house was silent. Scarlet was asleep on my shoulder, her slow, steady breathing the only sound in the room. I carefully lowered her head onto the couch, not wanting to wake her. Something wasn't right—I had heard a noise, a strange, eerie sound coming from the bedroom. My chest tightened with dread as I stood up and quietly made my way toward the source of the sound.

When I opened the bedroom door, what I saw froze me in place.

Kayla was levitating, her body suspended in midair, twisting and contorting unnaturally. Her eyes—once cold and distant—were now entirely black, like endless voids. The sound of her bones cracking echoed through the room, the unnatural noise sending chills down my spine.

She started moving in ways that no human should be able to, her limbs bending and snapping with each movement. I wanted to scream, to run, but my legs were rooted to the spot, terror gripping me.

Then, slowly, before my eyes, Kayla's form began to shift. Her body stretched and distorted until she was no longer Kayla at all. She transformed into him—the man from my nightmares. His pale face, his cold eyes, and that same eerie, twisted smile. He was taller now, more imposing, his presence suffocating the room.

I stood there, panicking, and then it hit me—the smell. That familiar, sweet odor. Blueberries.

I didn't scream. I didn't call for Scarlet. I couldn't bear for her to know that I had let Kayla, or whatever this thing was, into the house. Instead, I locked the bedroom door as fast as I could, my hands trembling, and ran outside.

But no sooner had I escaped the house than I stopped dead in my tracks.

There he was again. Standing in front of me, taller than before, his eyes boring into mine.