I was sitting up in bed reading, around midnight, when I heard a little tune being whistled… right from inside my flat!
I held my breath and listened. It stopped. Maybe it was someone in the street? Got back to my book… but then heard it again.
It wasn’t in the street. It was right from inside my flat. My blood ran cold.
A jolly little tune… just a few bars… and then it stopped.
I got out of bed and crept around my flat, terrified, expecting to find a whistling serial killer hiding in the shadows… waiting for me… possibly a serial killing sailor as it sounded a bit like a sea shanty.
Nothing. Everything was as quiet as the grave.
Got back into bed… maybe it was my tinnitus that had suddenly become musical… I’ve read about that. Maybe it was an audio hallucination? Or a whistling ghost?
Maybe I was going insane?
Then I heard it again and something next to the bed flashed!
It was my new smartphone telling me it was fully charged and to remove the charger.