This is the story of where the whistler gets his name, it came up on a visit with my stepson. The summer of 07, after the first events happened, came another visit form the ghostly intruder. I was outside and my daughter was in the computer room. My wife was sitting outside on the deck on this warm sunny day, talking on the phone. My son was playing his games in his basement bedroom and came up to get something to eat. It was quiet for the most part in the house, and as he walked to the living room from the kitchen he heard this male whistle.
It was whistling some sort of tune, but not recognizable to him. He thought maybe it was his sister tricking him. It was not. And he walked though again and heard it loud and clear in the house. He told his mom and she told him she heard it, but thought it was him doing it. He is not so much of a believer in ghosts, but was startled never the less. When he told us all, he was in disbelief and very uncomfortable of what this was.
Sometime later this occurred again and for most of the day from time to time. It really bothered him to not know where this was coming from. This has not occurred to the rest of us, and we think it is his own haunt from the visitor. Then we named him and laughed about it.
Then there was one more event that happened to me outside, soon after that event. I was cleaning up the yard and taking garbage out to the big burning pit we have in back. We have two old sheds that need to come down someday, they contained a lot of old stuff and old boxes of my wife and kids when they moved in.
As I was walking by the shed, there was a big hole in the side of it and when I passed it I heard like a game or toy going off about baseball. You could hear the theme of "Take me out to the ball park." And then a commentators voice saying "And up comes the batter and he gets a hit", then you hear applause.
Stunned to say the leased, I went back to look at the hole and passed by it again, it repeated the same thing. It was not scary, but how peculiar? I passed by again a few times and never heard it again. I started to thing it was one of my stepson's old toys with a battery being activated by motion. This could not be possible, as the toys have been sitting though four seasons of weather for four years. They would be dead.
When asking him, he said he never had a baseball toy like that! I cannot answer what this was, and chalk it up to, you guess it. So the first story you read was the last event and we are waiting for the next return of the visitor. These stories are real and I have a lot more to tell on other subjects.
I love this forum. It is fun to read all your experiences and to know we don't have to make up things to make an interesting story. Hopefully I will be able to tell you more in the future of the Whistler upon his next visit, if he chooses too.