Something walks whistling past my house every night at 3:03.

My mom died when I was young, and my dad got me when he divorced my step-mom. I was 14 then. My parents were high school sweethearts, and he always wanted me back, but she fought to keep me with her. When she died, he was finally able to take me back. His wife, and my step-mother, left him. My dad was a gentle soul. He is an attractive man, even at 52, but he never dated after his divorce. He was a great father, but he never got over my mom.<br><br>We moved to another state, and another town, to get away from the bad memories. He bought a super nice house, and started sending me to a super nice school. I got used to it. Eventually, it felt like home.<br><br>It was a two story house, with a pool, and a mini-soccer field in the yard. Our neighbors were the kind who made sure they never stepped foot in your yard. We had a big evergreen tree in the yard I used to climb and read in. Everything was perfect.<br><br>But every night at 3:03, this weird whistling would go past the house. It sounded like a person whistling, not a bird. It was a strange, low and raspy tune. I first noticed it when I was 15. I was up doing homework, and my dad was asleep. I heard this whistling, and thought it was my dad, but when I looked and realized he wasn’t there, I went to check on him. He was in bed, and I didn’t want to wake him up, so I ignored it.<br><br>I also ignored it when I heard it at 3:03 the next night. It wasn’t a big deal. But the night after that, it was there again. I knew it was weird, so I told my dad.<br><br>He was sitting at the island in the kitchen, staring at the floor when I said that. He didn’t react, and I had to ask him multiple times if he had heard it too. He finally looked up at me and said yeah. He had heard it, but he didn’t know what it was. That was it. There was no more talking about it.<br><br>The next night, I decided to look. I set my alarm for 2:59, and waited. When I heard the whistling, I went to my window. I had the perfect view of the sidewalk. It was a moonlit night, and I could see the entire street. Nothing went past. I didn’t see anybody. I listened as the whistling moved down the street, and I was so confused. I thought I must have dreamt it, but I knew I hadn’t. <br><br>I asked my dad again, and he refused to talk about it. I told him I had looked, and I didn’t see anyone. I was scared, because what I had seen wasn’t logical. He was like “I don’t know.” He was so nonchalant about the whole thing. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t bring it up again, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had imagined it. I knew I hadn’t, but it didn’t make sense. <br><br>My dad didn't bring it up again, and neither did I. I knew I wasn’t crazy, but sometimes, you just have to accept some things and move on. <br><br>I got used to it, and when it happened, it stopped bothering me. I knew it was weird, but it was just something that happened.<br><br>I was 19 when my dad died. He was taking me to college. I was going to an out-of-state school, but I chose to stay in the same state. I wanted to be close to my dad, because he was all I had left. We were on the interstate, and he slowed down. He looked at me, and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t get to say it. A car that was going about 120 slammed into the side of our car. My dad was dead, and I was in a coma. I didn’t wake up until 3 weeks later.<br><br>I was feeling better, and I was about to leave the hospital. I was thinking about my dad, and I was sad. It was 3:03. I looked at the clock, and I remembered the whistling. I was so glad that I didn’t have to deal with it anymore. That was when I heard it. Low, raspy whistling, going past the window. I felt chills on my spine. It couldn’t be a person whistling. I was on the fourth floor. I pulled back the curtain, and looked out. I could see the parking lot and the sidewalk. It was a moonlit night, and I could see the entire street. Nothing went past. It was the same as when I had looked the first time. I listened as the whistling moved down the street. I froze. I finally looked away. The nurses were staring at me. I had started crying, and was shaking. “What’s wrong?” One of them asked. I shook my head. I didn’t want them to think I was crazy. They moved on.<br><br>I went back to school. I moved back into my dorm, and went to my classes. I was sad, but I knew that’s how it was supposed to be. Life was supposed to go on.<br><br>At 3:03 that night, I pulled back the curtain in my room, and looked out. It was a cloudy night, so I couldn’t see anything. I knew it was stupid, but I had to know if it was real. I pulled the curtain back and waited.<br><br>I don’t know how long I stood there, but eventually, I sat down on my bed to wait. I lay down, and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, it was 7:30, and my roommate was getting ready for class. I realized it was gone. I realized the whistling hadn't happened.<br><br>I was so happy and so sad at the same time. The first time I didn’t hear it, I was 19 and in college. I had moved away, and it was gone.<br><br>I finally felt like I had moved on from my dad. I had realized that the whistling was some person, and it was gone. Everything was fine.<br><br>I got a text from my dad’s lawyer during lunch. He wanted to meet with me. I went to his office, and he explained that my dad’s house was mine now. He said that I could sell it if I wanted, but my dad had specified that he wanted me to get it.<br><br>I didn’t want to sell it, I wanted to live in it. It was the prettiest house I had ever seen, let alone lived in. I loved the evergreen tree, and the big yard, and I didn’t want to leave it. I moved in, and it felt like I was home. <br><br>I fell asleep at 10, and I set my alarm for 2:59. I lay in bed, and waited. At 3:03, I heard it. The whistling was back.<br><br>I pulled back my curtain and looked. It was a moonlit night, and I could see the entire street. Nothing went past. I listened as the whistling moved down the street, and I froze. I finally looked away.<br><br>It wasn't just a person. It was something you couldn't explain. And it was back.