The Ten PM Whistler
Jennifer Buckland, NSW, Australia
I grew up in a suburb called Ashcroft, which is about five minutes drive from Liverpool. My story is about something that used to happen to my best friend and myself nearly every time we walked along a particular street near our homes. It took place in the late eighties when we were both around sixteen years old.
We often went out in the evenings, either to Thursday night shopping, netball training or school discos. When we first entered the street, we could walk about 10 meters and then it would begin. At first we heard a soft whistle that sounded as though it was coming from the spot we just walked past, we both stopped, the street was deserted and my friend M asked me, "Did you just hear that?"
I nodded, we both shrugged and kept walking.Then we heard it again but a bit louder and sounded closer to us. This time when we stopped we heard three or four footsteps as well. By now we were both starting to freak out, we could hear the whistle periodically, like it wanted us to think it stopped. Just when we would think it was over, we would hear it closer. We both continued walking as fast as we could, we were too scared to stop now, we didn't want to hear the footsteps getting closer too. They got louder and faster with the whistle,and it wasn't a tune, it wasn't a wolf whistle, but an enquiring whistle that's used to get attention. This would occur any time and almost every time we walked down that street at night. Always about 10:00 pm just after most houses had gone to bed.My friend M also noticed the activity stopped once we got passed the same particular street light.
This happened for years, and to this day if I ask her remember the whistler? We both shiver and say we can never forget.I still don't know if it was because we were both teenagers and they attract spirits because of their energy, or if it was because the spot where the activity would start was outside a house where everyone said they did black magic and killed animals in ceremonies. We had to deal with it because my friend lived at the other end of the street, and my street ran off it. Whatever it was it never hurt us,but it scared the life out of us whenever we had to walk home late at night, and I haven't walked down that street late at night for years but it wouldn't surprise me if the whistler is still there. If anything it was very persistant.