I actually heard that whistle once.
I was still living in Germany, in a small second-floor, one-bedroom apartment with a balcony, with my two cats. One night I was in bed listening to
the storm outside; I'd left the balcony door ajar because I always loved thunderstorms. All of a sudden I heard this strange whistle outside. At first
I thought it was just the wind catching in the pipes or some such, but then, when it started to come closer, I noticed that it was actually some kind
of melody -- very eerie and at the same time strangely alluring. The whistling grew louder and louder, as if the person doing it was walking down the
street towards the house I lived in.
I was wondering who in their right mind would be walking around outside in such a storm, but as the whistling grew louder, for some reason I started
to feel very uncomfortable. At some point the whistling had gotten so impossibly loud that it sounded like the person was standing right on my
balcony... an impossibility, since I lived on the second floor. It now seemed as though the whistling was right in my head; it was absolutely
deafening by now, and -- having had experiences with hauntings and such before -- I knew there was something very wrong with this. That REALLY freaked
me out and I pulled the covers over my head and started praying. A few minutes later, the whistling stopped.
The next day seemed normal, and I figured I might have imagined all that. That night, though, when I was in bed, I started hearing noises coming from
my small kitchen. It was a rattling sound, and sounded as if the cats were playing with or eating dry food out of their plastic bowl in the kitchen.
The sound went on and on. I didn't think much of it -- after all, cats are nocturnal -- until I raised my head from my pillow and saw that both cats
were sleeping on my bed.
You can't imagine the shock -- I was SO scared, and now the noises started to change. First it sounded like a cat pushing a crumpled-up paper ball
across the floor of the living/bedroom, then there was an incredibly loud crack, as if someone had broken a piece of wood over his knee. Again, I
vanished under the covers and started praying the Lord's Prayer until it got light out around 4AM and everything stopped.
In the end, I had a Reiki master come to my house and clear the apartment -- which actually put an end to the spook (and which was my introduction to
Reiki and the more spiritual side of the paranormal). At first I didn't find Reiki all that interesting, but I did the first attunement just to
protect myself from more hauntings.
So much for my "Whistle" story. I don't know if this was a poltergeist or some kind of trickster to shake me up and change my way (which I did).
edit on 27-12-2012 by sylvie because: (no reason given)