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G\u00f6zlerini k\u0131rpt\u0131. Ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131 huzmesi t\u0131pk\u0131 r\u00fcyas\u0131nda g\u00f6rd\u00fc\u011f\u00fc gibi merdiveni ayd\u0131nlatt\u0131 ama herhangi bir fig\u00fcr g\u00f6remedi. Ama yine de i\u00e7inde uyanan bu r\u00fcya ya da tasvir her ne ise bedeni korkuyla \u00fcrperdi, bacaklar\u0131n\u0131 sanki buzlu suya sokmu\u015f gibi hissetti. Beklenmedik bir ses onu ala\u015fa\u011f\u0131 edince arkada\u015f\u0131n\u0131 uyand\u0131rmak i\u00e7in ani bir hareket yapt\u0131. Yukar\u0131 kattan gelen \u0131sl\u0131k sesiydi bu. Esrarengiz ve ho\u015f bir \u015fekilde y\u00fckseldi, ahenksiz ama huzur veren tiz ve melodik bir ses. S\u00f6zde terk edilmi\u015f olmas\u0131 gerekilen evde b\u00f6yle bir ses yeterince korkutucuydu ama bu korku Griswell’i donup b\u0131rakan fiziksel bir korkudan daha fazlas\u0131yd\u0131. Benli\u011fini saran bu korkuyu kendisi bile tan\u0131mlayamad\u0131. Fakat Branner’\u0131n battaniyesi h\u0131\u015f\u0131rdad\u0131 ve Griswell onun dimdik oturdu\u011funu g\u00f6rd\u00fc. Hafif karanl\u0131kta \u015fekli bulan\u0131k bir bi\u00e7imde duruyordu, kafas\u0131 merdivenlere d\u00f6n\u00fckt\u00fc adam sanki dikkatle dinliyor gibiydi. Bu tuhaf \u0131sl\u0131k daha tatl\u0131 ve \u015feytani bir bi\u00e7imde y\u00fckseldi. “John!” Griswell kurumu\u015f dudaklar\u0131yla f\u0131s\u0131ldad\u0131. Branner’a \u00fcst katta birinin oldu\u011funu s\u00f6ylemek i\u00e7in ba\u011f\u0131rmak istedi, pek de iyi olmayacak biri, evi hemen terk etmeleri gerekiyordu. Ama sesi bo\u011faz\u0131nda kuruyarak yok oldu. Branner aya\u011fa kalkt\u0131. Kap\u0131ya do\u011fru ilerlerken botlar\u0131 yerde pat\u0131rdad\u0131. A\u011f\u0131r ad\u0131mlarla yava\u015f\u00e7a hole girdi ve merdivenin etraf\u0131nda birle\u015fen g\u00f6lgelere kar\u0131\u015farak alt giri\u015fe vard\u0131. Griswell hareket edemiyordu, ba\u015f\u0131 \u015fa\u015fk\u0131nl\u0131ktan f\u0131r\u0131l f\u0131r\u0131l d\u00f6n\u00fcyordu. Yukar\u0131da \u0131sl\u0131k \u00e7alan kimdi? Branner neden yukar\u0131 gidiyordu? Griswell onu ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131n vurdu\u011fu b\u00f6lgeyi ge\u00e7erken g\u00f6rd\u00fc, ba\u015f\u0131n\u0131 geriye do\u011fru e\u011fmi\u015f sanki Griswell’in g\u00f6remedi\u011fi yukarda merdivenin de \u00f6tesinde duran bir \u015feye do\u011fru bak\u0131yordu. Ama y\u00fcz\u00fc bir uyurgezerin surat\u0131 gibiydi. Ay \u0131\u015f\u0131\u011f\u0131n\u0131 ge\u00e7ti ve hatta daha sonra geri d\u00f6nmesi i\u00e7in ona ba\u011f\u0131rmaya \u00e7al\u0131\u015fsa da Griswell’in g\u00f6r\u00fc\u015f a\u00e7\u0131s\u0131ndan \u00e7\u0131kt\u0131. Deh\u015fet dolu bir f\u0131s\u0131lt\u0131 b\u00fct\u00fcn eme\u011finin sonucuydu.<\/p>\n\t
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He blinked his eyes. The beam of moonlight fell across the stair just as he had dreamed it did; but no figure lurked there. Yet his flesh still crawled from the fear the dream or vision had roused in him; his legs felt as if they had been plunged in ice-water. He made an involuntary movement to awaken his companion, when a sudden sound paralyzed him. It was the sound of whistling on the floor above. Eery and sweet it rose, not carrying any tune, but piping shrill and melodious. Such a sound in a supposedly deserted house was alarming enough; but it was more than the fear of a physical invader that held Griswell frozen. He could not himself have defined the horror that gripped him. But Branner’s blankets rustled, and Griswell saw he was sitting upright. His figure bulked dimly in the soft darkness, the head turned toward the stair as if the man were listening intently. More sweetly and more subtly evil rose that weird whistling. “John!” whispered Griswell from dry lips. He had meant to shout-to tell Branner that there was somebody upstairs, somebody who could mean them no good; that they must leave the house at once. But his voice died dryly in his throat. Branner had risen. His boots clumped on the floor as he moved toward the door. He stalked leisurely into the hall and made for the lower landing, merging with the shadows that clustered black about the stair. Griswell lay incapable of movement, his mind a whirl of bewilderment. Who was that whistling upstairs? Why was Branner going up those stairs? Griswell saw him pass the spot where the moonlight rested, saw his head tilted back as if he were looking at something Griswell could not see, above and beyond the stair. But his face was like that of a sleepwalker. He moved across the bar of moonlight and vanished from Griswell’s view, even as the latter tried to shout to him to come back. A ghastly whisper was the only result of his effort.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Pigeons from Hell’ den The Whistler in the Dark ikinci b\u00f6l\u00fcm sizlerle","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":969,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,140],"tags":[156],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1167"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1167\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/969"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herkafadanses.com\/en_us\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}