If you wear headphones you can hear it better. I was too afraid at that moment to point the camera directly at the canoe, so I just turned my microphone towards it and kept a low-key shot facing down river towards the fireworks. When I was still getting shots of the fireworks I heard the whistling starting. I spent all afternoon uploading this video. Where I’m at in Uganda the power goes out sometimes so if you don’t hear from me either that happened or the Whistler finally got me.ĮDIT 2: OK! Finally. Tl dr whistling person has haunted me since I was a boy. I’m in Uganda currently and the internet is spotty where I am, so I’ll do my best. If there is interest, I will find a plug and edit a little video of the fireworks and the whistling noise and the canoe disappearing. To this day I’m more afraid of being outside in the dark where I might hear that whistling again. How did this whistling person follow me, after 14 years, all the way to South Dakota? Was it a coincidence? Why was it the same whistling noise?! Who was that person and where did they go?!?! So many questions still unanswered. I was convinced we would both be murdered that night. When I explained, she was freaked out a bit too. When Sarah came back from getting beers, she was very confused as to why I was so freaked out. As the canoe was almost out of sight, I grabbed my camera and got a shot of them whistling as they went away. I’m a videographer, so I already had my camera by my side and was taking video of the fireworks. I was so frightened I stood up and shouted at them “who are you?!?” They didn’t say anything, just whistled a couple more times, turned the canoe 180 degrees, and paddled out of sight. When they were perpendicular to the shore from me, they stopped paddling, turned the canoe to face directly at me, and whistled right at me. I looked at the figure, but it was much too dark to discern who it could be. It was the exact same whistler from my childhood, more than a decade earlier. My entire body was frozen and covered in goosebumps. And then, of course, they whistled at me. Sarah decided to go get more beers from the car, leaving me alone to stare at this mystery person. We saw a figure steering a canoe about 20m off shore. Suddenly, we heard the sound of a paddle methodically dipping into the water. Most of the other campers walked up the river to have a better view of the fireworks, but Sarah and I stayed back and were drinking PBR tallboys and kicking it. The police boats herded all the other boats off of the river and had left our area to do that elsewhere. The atmosphere was eerie to say the least. A huge thunderhead was moving in and a storm was imminent, so the air seemed electric and the wind was picking up. Thus, we had to sit right at the edge of the river to be able to see them. They were pretty far away, so the illumination they brought was very little. As it was getting dark, the fireworks began. We were near the end of the campground and there were very few people around us.
#NOSLEEP WHISTLERS FREE#
There was a free camping spot behind a hospital where you could pitch your tent, hang out, and see the fireworks up the river. For Independence day, we decided to go to Pierre, SD and watch the fireworks along the bank of the Missouri river. I told only a handful of people, and eventually it slipped from my mind.įast forward to last summer: I’m 24, started dating my girl Sarah. Years went by and I thought about it less and less. As soon as I heard it, a chill went down my spine as I remembered exactly the feeling of seeing my mom, terrified, looking down into the swamp at something I couldn’t see (maybe she couldn’t either). As I was finishing the walk, the whistling noise started again, same pitches, same inconsistent, human-like tones. There is a large bush that could easily obscure a person behind it just next to the front door.
Two years later, I was taking my dog out again, late at night. After a while, though, I kind of forgot about it. I didn’t understand because I was too young, but seeing my mom freak out made me freak out too. My mom had a concerned, slightly terrified look on her face and grabbed my hand and said that we should go inside quickly. It sounded sort of like a bird, but each whistle was different enough where the lack of consistency made it human-like.
From down in the swamp we heard somebody whistling at us. I remember it being very silent and slightly windy. We live next to a swamp/woods area on the edge of our neighborhood in Lansing, Michigan. When I was about 8 years old I was taking my dog for a walk through the neighborhood with my mom. This story requires many details, but it is unexplainable, creepy, and 100% true.
#NOSLEEP WHISTLERS FULL#
I’ve been waiting a long time to tell Reddit the full story of The Whistler. Bingbong1234 has told Reddit a really creepy story about how he periodically hears someone whistling at him, it’ll send shivers down the spine.
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