I'm so glad you're here. This is Avery After Dark, and I'm your host, Avery Ross.

This episode, I'm taking you to a quiet, unassuming neighborhood, a place just like any other.

Neighbors wave good morning to one another.

Newcomers are welcomed with open arms.

It's a good neighborhood, except for one peculiar, chilling detail.

Every night without fail, at exactly 303 a.m., a sound echoes down the streets.

A whistle, soft, almost playful, yet impossibly haunting.

No one knows who or what is behind it. This episode, we have an

incredible story from Reddit, no sleep. One of the creepiest ones I have ever come across.

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Now it's time for the story.

Prepare for goosebumps.

Every night, no matter the weather, something walks down our street, whistling softly.

You can only hear it if you're in the living room or the kitchen when they walk by,

and it always starts at exactly 303. The sound starts faint, somewhere near the beginning

of a lane, near the Carson Place. We're towards the middle of the street, so the whistling

moves past us before fading away in the direction of the cul-de-sac. When I was younger, my sister

and I would sneak into the kitchen some nights to listen.

Mom and dad didn't like that, and we'd catch it if they found us out there. But they were never

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