That fatal night, my sister left her room,next door to our stepfather's, and came to mine.
Never, but why do you ask?
Tell me Helen, have you ever heard anyone whistle in the dead of night?
Oh! Don't worry, it must be your imagination.
Because during the last few nights, about three in the morning, I have heard a low, clear whistle.
And, with that she went to her room. I could not sleep at that night. I had a vague feeling that something terrible might happen. The wind was howling outside, and the rain beating against the windows. And then...
What happened Julia?!
Oh my god Helen!! It was the band! The speckled band!