Whistling

It was getting dark and we are driving through quinsnal Bc trying to find a place to stay. We keep backtracking looking for campgrounds. Finall we get to one, a gated rv park. Real quiet here except for a guy walking around whistling. 

Mikal and I make dinner by candlelight, two cans of soup and a can of green beans and some whiskey. I still have a weird feeling about his place, my knife and bear spray are under my pillow. 

I just walked to the bathroom and uheard the whistling again, I locked myself in and  before I left grabbed the toilet plunger. I opened the door before flushing, just I case he was outside waiting. I swear I have zero tolerance for bullshit. 

I haven't heard him since, but I'll be on full alert.