my story book of creepypasta ocs.

the whistle in the wind

There once was a creepypasta that was known for killing people with whistle sounds. She whistles and whoever is not asleep their ears bleed from the insides out. Compared to whistle in the wind nothing was more terrifying. She liked hearing the screams of the people who died. She had orange hair and always wore a hood over her head. It was simple as that she whistled and whoever heard died. Her rain of terror was over after a new face came to town. He was faceless and wanted to kill too. She couldn't kill him because he had no ears. People soon forgot about her and the fear they felt for her died along with her ability to whistle. She was once again alone. With no one to be with. One day a knock sounded at the door and whistle went to go open it. Outside was the very reason she was dieing. It spoke threw your mind *join me and we could strike terror together*. Whistle thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement. So together whistle sang and slendy killed. It was perfect to her to strike fear once again. That is until slendy tossed her aside to create the slender mansion for all that want to kill. Later that day her soul gave out and I died but my soul is still stuck In that house which was torn apart and used to build the mansion. So I am the mansion technically. And I shall stay there till the end of time.