Tonight she remembers them - they give her no choice.
Since the day the construction site had been brought down she'd heard their whistles.
They loved to whistle to each other and did so right up to the end.
She'd gone back to the former site (now a bare concrete path) time and time again.
Still they whistled to her, whistled for her.
Every night they seemed to appear to her in the shadows and windows.
Their distorted body cramming itself into her tiny flat as their whistling flooded her ears.
They were calling her back to the site.
Back for good and they would keep calling her back until things were right.
They missed her too much to let her.
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