Part 2 — The Whistling in the Woods
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The following evening, the subject came up again.
Most of the group had laughed off the story during the day.
But darkness has a way of making old legends feel more believable.
Especially when you’re surrounded by miles of forest.
According to the story, one of Serena’s friends knew more about the Stick Indian legends and began explaining them in greater detail.
According to the tales, Stick Indians were once human.
Over time, something happened to them.
Their bodies changed.
Their hair became long, dark, and tangled.
Their fingernails and teeth cracked and broke.
Their voices became hoarse and shrill.
Eventually they developed an endless hunger that drove them completely insane.
The storyteller spoke quietly as the fire crackled.
Nobody interrupted.
Nobody laughed anymore.
Even the people who didn’t believe the legend found themselves paying attention.
Then came the part that unsettled Serena the most.
According to the stories, Stick Indians didn’t always attack immediately.
Sometimes they watched.
Sometimes they followed.
And sometimes they announced their presence.
With a whistle.
The group sat silently for a moment after hearing that.
The forest seemed unusually quiet.
No wind.
No birds.
No distant animal sounds.
Just darkness.
And then, according to the story, someone heard it.
A faint whistle.
Far away.
The sound lasted only a second.
Several people immediately looked toward the trees.
Nobody saw anything.
The whistle came again.
Soft.
Distant.
Almost playful.
One of the friends laughed nervously and claimed it was probably a bird.
Someone else agreed.
Yet nobody seemed fully convinced.
Because according to the stories they had just heard, the whistle was exactly how the encounters often began.
And somewhere beyond the reach of the campfire, something seemed to be answering.
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