User:Jjbbullffrrogg

Dear Reader,

I like to ride my bike to work. I ride down Copper Basin to get there. Sometimes I see a man walking down this street. He's in a hood and wears all black. He whistles an ominous tune as he limps across the sidewalk. One night he looked at me, yet I couldn't see his face. I felt he stared into my soul and I had a shiver down my spine. I did make out that a hallow cavity was where his nose should have been. He was still whistling as he looked at me with glowing white eyes. The whistle turned to a shriek. It was so loud that I couldn't stand to hear it! I cupped my ears and squinted as I dropped the bike and fell down. When I looked up, he was gone. But I had fallen into the road and was in eminent danger as I saw a pair of headlights coming right at me! I tried to get up but I was entangled with my bicycle! I dashed to get my leg out from under it just as the truck rolled on top. The driver stopped to see what the bump was all about. He got out of his truck and talked to me as he saw my bike was destroyed. "That could've been you!", he angrily shouted. I told what happened and he rolled his eyes with a shrug and left me with my ruined bike as he mumbled about my 'strange imagination'. I dare say it was not. I remember everything. If you hear an ominous whistle, do not look. His stare is empty and cursed. It seemed to me that he didn't whistle IN the dark, instead he whistles TO it. I don't know what to call this mad ghoul, but I think it would be good to call him The Whistler of Copper Basin.