I. Hate. Whistlers.
Don't get me wrong; I'm a happy, happy guy. I'm almost too happy sometimes. But there are those out there who are so much happier than me that they freaking whistle. At Walmart. On nature trails. Walking down the aisle past your cubicle at work. Even on the crapper. Sometimes, when I hear them whistling, I just want to tackle them and stuff a dirty sock in their mouth, and politely let them know that there is NO way they could possibly be so happy that they need to walk around making that God-awful racket.
But have you ever thought that maybe that whistle is a sign that your life is about to come to a bloody, gruesome end? Probably not!
After making the awful mistake of finding a truly creepy story on Reddit earlier this week and getting hooked by dozens more, I decided to put some of those stories together, stories that, if you easily get wrapped up in this scary crap like me, will make you rethink simple things like hearing someone whistling.
1. The Whistler, #1
Submitted by Reddit user Nenry, this story takes the fear that anyone with a younger sibling has of them getting hurt, and mixes it with that creepy feeling you get when you hear a sound coming from an unknown person or thing.
"Sam, SHUT UP! I yelled, half joking. My brother had this annoying habit of trying to whistle at night. We lived in a small ranch in the St. Louis area, and as a result, me and my younger brother, Sam, shared a room in the basement. He was also learning to whistle. He was a nightmare.
Well, he was a few weeks ago. Last week, last Friday, I woke up and followed my normal morning routine. I brushed my teeth, showered, ate breakfast, the usual. The strangest thing was, Sam didn't. He was always the type to be ready for school and waiting for the bus before everyone else. When we finally went downstairs, instead of my brother peacefully sleeping, we found his bed empty. At first we laughed it off, thinking he was joking. As we looked for him, my dad get more and more agitated. We were late for school.
Read the rest here!
2. The Whistler, #2
Here's tale number 2 of 'The Whistler.' No monsters described in vivid detail here, but the freaky part is not knowing who or what is whistling at you...
It was written by Reddit user bingbong1234. Not sure how reliable a story could be from a guy with 'bong' in his username, but it's freaky, nonetheless!
I've been waiting a long time to tell Reddit the full story of The Whistler. This story requires many details, but it is unexplainable, creepy, and 100% true. I also have video evidence.
When I was about 8 years old I was taking my dog for a walk through the neighborhood with my mom. It was maybe 11pm. We live next to a swamp/woods area on the edge of our neighborhood in Lansing, Michigan. I remember it being very silent and slightly windy. From down in the swamp we heard somebody whistling at us. It sounded sort of like a bird, but each whistle was different enough where the lack of consistency made it human-like. The whistle sounded higher, then lower. I can't really describe it. My mom had a concerned, slightly terrified look on her face and grabbed my hand and said that we should go inside quickly. I didn't understand because I was too young, but seeing my mom freak out made me freak out too. After a while, though, I kind of forgot about it.
Read the rest of his story here.
Here's the video he talks about in the story:
What's that? Two tales of The Whistler aren't enough?
Redditor happy_go_lucky11 can fix that!
3. The Whistler, #3
Here's the beginning:
Growing up my mom my was a bartender, she was a single parent, so I took care of my little brother most nights. One night while I was making dinner I kept hearing a strange whistling sound, but I didn't think much of it because it was storming pretty hard outside. But the whistling continued and it started to sound more like a melody than whistling from a storm. I started to get a little freaked out and asking my little brother if he was hearing it too; he wasn't. Eventually the whistling stops, but it's still storming pretty badly. Fast forward to the end of the night when I'm going to bed. I'm climbing up the ladder of my bunk bed and my tv shuts off. I think maybe the power went out, but the hallway light is still on. I try to turn it back on and nothing happens, so I reach around my tv stand and realize that it's been unplugged.
And here is all of it!
4. Harmless Flirtation? Not So Much.
Fellas, next time you think you're being smooth, talking nonchalantly to that beautiful girl on the train, remember this: if she's read this next story, she will pulverize you. Or a body part that is very important to you, at the very least.
From user manymanymyriad, I give you...a reason to never go out in public again.
Here is the beginning of this creepy tale about a creeper:
I never tell this story because it just doesn't make any sense. I don't have an explanation for it and lacking narrative meaning I have no idea how to tell it to my friends/family. As a result of never telling the story, the details have faded. It was however the creepiest thing that ever happened to me.
When I was a younger woman, I moved, all alone, to Atlanta for an internship. I was dirt poor so I took public transit everywhere I went. I encountered plenty of creepers on the train while I was there but I was always able to get them to back off or to sneakily escape into the crowd.
And for the even creepier rest of the story, click here!
Like I said above, I'm a happy guy, and sometimes, with being happy comes being talkative with strangers. But the thought of someone I strike up a conversation with ever thinking that I'd go full creeper on them like that? Makes me wonder if I should tone down the happy crap, at least in public!
5. Every Headstone Has A Story
I'm not saying that you should ever take a shortcut through a cemetery to get home, but if you do, you might want to slow down and listen. You never know; that lonely tombstone over there at the edge of the trees just might tell you a story that changes your life forever.
Having grown up in a small (REALLY small) town, there were a few cemeteries within biking distance from our house, out in the country. I would get bored enough to actually go to these graveyards, and snoop around back in the trees, where they put the old headstones when they replaced them with newer ones. It honestly looked like people were buried back in the trees, and it just gave you this sad feeling.
A now-deleted user on Reddit shares their similar experience:
Note: this is true in my experience BUT I am not saying something paranormal happened.
When I used to go to college, I had to cut through a particular cemetery. The one attached to this church:
Lack of space meant very few people had been buried there since the 1900s.
Anyway, under this one tree was the grave of a very young girl, just on its own. Said her name and the date she died (1885, age 12). I don't know why, but I always got a solemn feeling as I walked past that grave, every single day.
Read the rest of this tale here!
6. F#ck That Truck
I KNEW there was something wrong with ice cream trucks. Now you might not look at them the same way ever again, either.
There's no introduction to this story needed, for two reasons. One, just look at it! And two, it's a very short story, slightly humorous in a creepy, "hey, I remember that truck driving down my street and I STILL hate that music" kind of way.
7. Don't Ignore The “Jolt”
So many unexplained things happen in this world; the paranormal is just one of them. Another is basically the sixth sense a lot of us only seem to get in extreme circumstances. If you've ever experienced anything like waking up with the “jolt,”and acted on it, you'll know what users rowshambow and pabodie are talking about in their stories.
My personal experiences with the jolt are too numerous to go into, and although I've never really acted on them, sometimes I wonder if I should every once in a while. Just in case.
Rowshambow and pabodie's short stories will leave you feeling the same!
8. This Will Make You Rethink Parenting AND Internet Safety
The internet may have found the funniest genius dad on the planet, and he's a Reddit storyteller. OvenFriend has written quite possibly the best, funniest, and screwed-uppiest story I've ever heard. But you can bet his kid won't ever give out any personal info online — if he ever comes out of his room again.
I'm not saying I'll ever do this to my kids when it's time to have the internet safety talk, but I'd love to see the look on someone else's kid's face when they get told it!
“Son, we need to have a chat about Internet Safety.” I slowly crumpled down onto the floor next to him. His laptop was open and he was playing Minecraft on a public server. His eyes were locked into the action. Comments scrolled down the side of the screen in a chat box. “Son, can you stop your game for a minute?”
He exited the world, closed the laptop, and looked up at me. "Dad, is this going to be another cheesy scary story?"
"Whhaaaat?" I faked hurt feelings for a second, and then grinned at him, "I thought you liked my cautionary tales?" He grew up listening to my stories about children who encountered witches, ghosts, werewolves, and trolls. Like many generations of parents, I used scary stories to reinforce morals and teach lessons about safety. Single dads like me should use all the parenting tools at their disposal.
That was the beginning...read the rest of it, I dare you!
There you have it! Reddit. It's what's for dinner. Share your own scary stories in the comments!