In the stillness of the night, a slow drawn-out whistle sounded eerie. Again the whistle reverberated throughout the upper floor of a double-storey link house where my 14-year-old and 12-year-old grandsons, Kaerlan Vinod Kamalanathan and Reeqhan Vinod Kamalanathan, live.
Although they both were fencing champions in international competitions for their respective age groups, this whistle sounded uncanny. Vivid imaginations of ghoulish movies and the devil incarnate, flashed through the young minds which had been awakened from a deep slumber.
Reeqhan the younger is the braver. His elder brother tumbled into bed with him at the eerie sound of the whistle and both of them peered intensely at the locked bedroom door.
The whistles sounded more intense as if it was meant to attract the attention of someone at a distance.
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