Creeps, true stories from Reddit (Second book)

The Whistlers

Be wary of the whistlers. They come to you without a word and without a conscious. Knocking on the doors of the innocent at night hoping to sell you a piece of your desires. Do not accept the offer.

My grandmother was the focal point of my experience with a whistler. I had lived with her at the time.

On this night, much like every night, she was in the living room watching her shows while I laid in bed reading my books. Everything was fairly normal until about 11:00.

The oddities started with a gentle knock on the door. Followed by the sound of someone patiently whistling Chopins Piano Sonata No. 2.

I remember sitting up in the bed. I had been a few rooms down the hall and the whistle was so clear, even to me. It was as if the person whistling was inside the house.

I heard my grandmother shuffle across the floor and open the front door. A rancid oder filled my nose immediately. The smell of garbage and rot. It was so horrendous I darted out of the room to see what was going on.

Moving to the corner of the hallway I glanced out through the living room to see a young and handsome man dressed in a button-up and tie standing just beyond the frame of the door. He was holding a briefcase and smiling from ear to ear. Long blonde hair hung in waves from his head and the blue in his eyes reminded me of the ocean.

My grandmother stood talking to the young man. Although, she was more talking at him. His mouth never moved from the increasingly creepy smile.

"What is it you have?" I heard my grandma ask.

The man didn't even budge. Just stood there smiling.

"Oh, those are wonderful! I will certainly take one. Let me get my checkbook..." She continued on.

As soon as she turned to walk from the door, the man was gone. Completely disappearing from the doorway. I was astounded. I watched as my grandmother shut the door and made her way back to her shows as if nothing happened. I emerged from the hall and just as I opened my mouth to ask what had happened, the whistling started again.

Chopin's Piano Sonata No. 2. The weird thing was my granny didn't even flinch. It was as though she couldn't hear it even though it was as loud as a fog horn. So loud I'm sure the neighbours could have been woken up. I covered my ears and closed my eyes tight, hoping to block out the noise.

To my relief, just as abruptly as the whistling had started it stopped again. Leaving me completely unnerved.

Needless to say, I waited for her to fall asleep that night before making my way to my own bed. I was extremely concerned about her.

The next morning, I awoke and ventured into the living room. I expected to see her still snoozing in her chair as always, but things seemed off today. She was not sleeping, in fact, she was wide awake and looked terribly pale.

Her eyes were sunken and she looked as though she hadn't rested all night long. I tried to ask what was wrong but she quickly shushed me and said: "Do you hear him?"

I listened very hard but heard no one. Upon my asking of "Who?" She responded with: "The man in the corner, dear. He whistles the finest tunes..."

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I looked around the room and saw no one but me and my elderly grandmother.

She continued. "He sold me the most wonderful thing last night. And I guess he decided to stay and entertain me."

As if she had said the magic word, my ears were assaulted by Beethoven's Für Elise. I turned to the direction it was coming from and I saw him. The man from the night before. However, he was not as handsome anymore. The skin of his face was peeling from his cranium. Hanging in strands just above his lips and below his nose. His eyes were nothing but black beads set into the sockets. His once nice attire was now riddled with tears and blood. Yet, the worst was the smell. The awful scent of rot and decay exploded forth from where he stood in the corner.

I screamed and turned to help my grandmother out of her chair and out of the house, but when my eyes locked upon the woman I had loved so dearly, I nearly fainted.

Fly's buzzed in and out of her pale, purple lips. Her eyes glued closed in a state of permanent slumber. It was as if she had been dead for hours.

Immediately, I realized the smell that filled the room was emanating from the corpse that I swore had been alive moments ago.

The man was gone. There was no more Für Elise. No more dangling flesh. No more beady black eyes. Just me and a dead loved one.

Hours later, I was grieving with my family. Shaken up beyond belief, I asked how it could have happened. Without anyone speaking, I heard an explanation so clear to me that my very soul crushed inward onto itself.

I heard Chopin being whistled off in the distance.

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