“something this old and eerie can’t be found on the internet, you need to find someone else that was alive when the story of the whistling man was still fresh” she suggested
“but you’re the only elderly I know that knows about it” I sat on the couch, “am i? how about good old Mr. Downer, we’re almost the same age” she shrugged and I looked at her sharply “Mr. Downer, yes!” I sprang up and grabbed my car keys and rushed out of the house
MARTHA’S POV
I sat by Cameron’s grave and dropped a rose, I miss him. I just wished he could have lived a little longer, maybe then I would have had enough money for the doctors to fix his eyes. But God knows best.
I turned sharply as I heard panting and running footsteps towards where I was sitting, it’s my sister. I got up swiftl
