Narrowdale Mystery

I never wanted to move to Narrowdale. And doing so at the beginning of my freshman year of high school? Ugh, this is going to be the worst year ever. But it turns out that getting used to a new school is the least of my problems. There's creepy whistling outside my window every night. I'm having the same spine-chilling nightmares over and over again. Sleep deprived, I begin to listen to vague and cryptic warnings of a scary homeless guy. Is something haunting me?

I was almost killed by a delusional murderer five months ago. Since then, the recurring nightmares, creepy hallucinations, and overpowering fear are gone. That's good, right? I mean, no one in their right minds wants to feel like that. I am starting to wonder if I'm in my right mind anymore. When a lady in my neighborhood died, I couldn't help but stick my nose in, to see what happened. I should just get on with things—I've got some new friends, and a cool boy named Chris has taken an interest in me. Everyone is telling me to just leave this weird murder alone.