Mr. Whistler

Hey everyone go and check out my friend Emily's blog Art-N-Sewl. Right now she is having a scary story telling contest and she has some awesome prizes to give away.
Just to help things along here is my story.

Alright, here I go. I hate telling or hearing any stories that make me feel anxious or make me loose sleep over it. I'm going to set all of that aside and tell my stories only because I want the prizes.

It all starts off with my brother Aaron, I don't remember the ages of when this all happened.

Aaron hated to sleep in his bedroom, I think it had to do with the Motley Crue poster that my older brother had hanging on the wall. So Aaron would sleep in on the family room floor.

One morning as we are sitting around the table having breakfast, Aaron asks my mom, "who was the man with the orange hat on and whistling to me last night?. All my mom could say was, "Aaron you were dreaming, there was no one in the house last night." Well Aaron swear up and down that there was some one whistling to him.

Two weeks had pasted and by that time I forgot all about that night.

I was in my bed sleeping facing the wall. Then I woke up without opening my eyes and I rolled over. As soon as I did that I heard a voice say, "whatever you do don't open your eyes." For some reason I rolled right back over to face the wall and started to here the whistling noises. What ever it was I do not want to know. It took all that I had to not open my eyes.

After a while this peaceful, calming feeling came over me and I was asleep.

I told my mom and my brother the next morning what had happened and Aaron pipes up, "see I told you!!!"

I will never forgot that whistling sound.