The whistling grew intense, prompting her to go out and face the danger, but at the back of her head, something reminded her that it was not the right time for action. After a few minutes the tune disappeared and everything was like before. She slowly went to the door and opened it; there was nothing.She relaxed. But her thoughts went wild: why was she scared? why was that she couldn't move a muscle when she heard it? Why was she compelled to fight against it? Did she know about...