Monsters from the South: The Whistler
So The Whistler (El Silbón, in Spanish) is another one of those damned souls that just said “screw it” and enjoy their immortality. And his reason to do so is far more disturbing than just “stuff ‘n’ giggles.”
Before turning into a spirit, the Whistler was just a spoiled boy. He ordered his dad to go hunt a deer for lunch, and when he failed to bring one, the boy murdered him in cold blood and had him cooked for lunch.
Upon discovering the crime, the boy’s grandfather severely punished the spoiled brat. Grandpa whipped the boy, then sprinkled spicy red peppers on his wounds, and had the family’s bloodhound chew on his leg, all while cursing him: “No Lord’s Prayer nor Hail Mary. Cursed you’ll be for ever!” (Ni Padre Nuestro, ni Ave María. Maldito seas, pa’ toda la vida!)
The boy then turned into this grotesque monster. An abominably gaunt and skinny caricature of a man, tall enough to brush the treetops, who carries the bones of not only his father, but of all of his victims. His reason to exist is just to spite his family, doing the thing that made him what he is.
He’s called the Whistler because he likes to whistle, as he sees his afterlife as a perpetual hunting game. The whistle is unique, though. The closer it sounds, the farther the ghost is from you… But, if you can barely hear it, as if it were a thousand of miles away…. The ghost is standing just beside you, whispering right into your ear. There are tales of a loud whistling suddenly turning faint, to the horror of the listener…
He attacks anyone dumb enough to go out at night, but he has a strong preference for men. He feasts on them, leaving only the bones. Should he detect alcohol, he would viciously attack the belly, sucking the blood and booze before proceeding with his nightly meal.
After eating, he would go into a nearby house. He would proceed to clean and count his “treasure”, making sure to be as noisy as possible. If at least one person wakes up, the Whistler will leave them alone… If no one wakes up… Come next night, and he suddenly has more bones to count.
He’s a monster who enjoys his work. However, he has a weakness. Well, three weaknesses… The sound of a whip or leather belt. The smell of red peppers. And the presence of a dog. He instantly freezes when he detects any of the three, giving you enough time to run. But he never forgets a face… So you might want to carry one of those for the rest of your life.
Of all Venezuelan monsters, he’s truly a monster.
I want a survival game based on this guy… Can you imagine it? Loud, then faint… Then ultra loud and then the whistling disappears in the instant you scream, showing the emanciated man standing in front of you! Think of Slender, but with whistling.