Whistle and I’ll Come to You

Retired astronomer James Parkin leaves his ailing wife in a care home and travels to a quiet coastal town for a restorative break. He hopes the off-season isolation will give him space to think without the pressures of home life. The trip sets the stage for unsettling events that blur the line between memory, science, and something else.

While wandering the desolate beach, Parkin uncovers a wedding ring half-buried in the sand and pockets it. He remains curious about its origin, cautious about any significance it might hold. The ring becomes a tangible trigger for the eerie events to come.

On his walk back to the hotel, Parkin senses he is being followed and spots a motionless white-clad figure in the distance. Each time he glances back, the figure appears a little closer. The encounter plants a growing unease that unsettles his need for rational explanations.

He bolts toward the steps away from the beach, hoping to escape the presence. Turning again, he finds the figure has vanished. The event leaves him shaken and increasingly determined to understand what is happening.

Back in his hotel room, Parkin cleans the ring and inspects it for clues. He reads the inscription Quis est qui venit? which translates to Who is this, who is coming?, a phrase that unsettles him even as he tries to rationalize its meaning. The moment marks the start of a deeper, inexplicable tension.

That night, he is awakened by a storm followed by scratching noises inside the room. He keeps the bedside lamp on, hoping to regain sleep, but when he wakes later the lamp is off again. The disturbances hint at an intrusion that defies ordinary explanation.

The next morning he dismisses the noises as a rat and the lamp as a loose connection and asks the receptionist to check them. He tries to return to the beach, but hesitation grips him and he resolves to spend the day elsewhere. The strange events begin to erode his confidence in science and reason.

That day the ominous white-clad figure appears again on the otherwise empty beach, driving Parkin into a panic. He runs back to the hotel and decides to leave the following day. The seaside town, once a refuge, feels like a trap of unseen forces.

The night before departure, he wrestles to relax and again clutches the ring, trying to dispel irrational thoughts. Scratching noises return and an unseen presence seems to press at the room's boundaries. An unsettling attempt to enter escalates his fear.

He dreams of his wife, a child, and the beach figure, a dream sequence that blends memory with dread and hints at a haunting familiar to him. The dream blurs the lines between his rational mind and spectral fear. It foreshadows the intimate confrontation to come.

In the morning he tells the receptionist that someone tried to get into his room, but she tells him he was alone with no other guests or staff present. The revelation sharpens his sense that the experience is beyond ordinary explanation. He grows increasingly uneasy about staying another night.

Later that day the white-clad figure haunts the empty beach again, prompting Parkin to sprint back to the hotel. He resolves to depart the next day, craving safety more than discovery. The trip designed for peace has become a nightmare of the unseen.

The night before departure, he struggles to calm himself as the ring's power seems to overpower his skepticism. He falls asleep only to be awakened by more scratching and the intrusion he fears most. An apparition enters from beneath the door and draws near.

An eerie figure sits at the end of the bed and repeats a chilling refrain as she crawls toward him. Parkin cannot escape as the sounds of his nails scrapping the floor echo the earlier disturbances. Dawn finds him dead in bed, and his wife appears to vanish from the care home.