The Cobbler

When I was 7 years old, every night whilst I was lying in bed I could hear whistling. At first I thought it was something normal like the wind or radiators but after a couple of weeks I noticed it always started at 9:00 and went on for a good 15 minutes.

It was around about this time when I decided I needed the toilet. Pitch black as it was I picked up my torch by the side of my bed and turned it on. I walked out onto the landing and to my surprise the whistling started again. As frightened as I was I stood completely still in the middle of the landing in the dark with the only light coming from my torch.

I heard the whistling clearer when I was on the landing than when I was in my bedroom and it sounded as if it was coming from downstairs. I peered over the banister and shone the torch down, and there was an old man sitting on the very bottom step wearing pointed wooden clogs and blowing through a wooden flute. I was shaking with freight. My hand was shaking so was the torch, on and off the man, but before I knew it he had already gone!

I went to tell my mum who was trying to get to sleep in her room about the man. She told me that a long time ago when our house was first built (which was ages ago!) a cobbler bought it. Downstairs used to be a little shop whilst he lived upstairs. Apparently this cobbler would stand out side the front door playing on his flute to welcome customers in.

If anyone out there has any ideas why this cobbler still plays his wooden flute here, please leave a comment because I believe that no ghosts or spirits are here unless they have something they'd like to do before they die.