From the old house in the planes
I can hear it from the hay,
The night quickly turned eerie
At the whistling miles away.
As I said into the dark
“Soon he’ll be around “,
Phantom tales coming back
The child cowered from the fire,
“If it sounds close, then he’s far,
If it sounds far, then he’s close”,
The man with the hat and matching coat
Dragging heavy bag of bones.
Cursed by his mother
Because he killed his father,
He roams till the end of time
He already got my brother.
He is roaming your neighborhood
When you hear the clanking sounds,
Now it’s my turn at last
To go join them in the bag.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
From the old house in the planes
I can hear it from the hay,
The night quickly turned eerie
At the whistling miles away.
As I said into the dark
“Soon he’ll be around “,
Phantom tales coming back
The child cowered from the fire,
“If it sounds close, then he’s far,
If it sounds far, then he’s close”,
The man with the hat and matching coat
Dragging heavy bag of bones.
Cursed by his mother
Because he killed his father,
He roams till the end of time
He already got my brother.
He is roaming your neighborhood
When you hear the clanking sounds,
Now it’s my turn at last
To go join them in the bag.
I don’t know if I’m going crazy but I’ve heard the whistling once and the sound of bones outside various times. If you like horror stories, I invite you to read about “El Silbón”(The Whistling Man). It’s a folktale originating from Venezuela and it’s very enjoyable if you are into that sort of thing.
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