The Wistling Ghost of the Night

Darcy was walking along a lonely stretch of road, squeezed in by thickets of jack elms on either side. Suddenly she heard an unmistakable, terrifying sound, whistling. She turned her flashlight on and pointed it at the whistling spectre. The figure's arm lifted sweepingly from its side until pointing straight out,. then swept back behind him and up the hill like a weather van.