I retired from the U.S. Army in July of 1991 and returned to Virginia to start a residence. While looking for a job and a residence I rented a room, which was a finished basement. I found a job at a previous employer that I had worked on a part-time basis while I was stationed at Fort Belvoir, Virginia.
I got up one morning and was preparing to go to work, the owner of the townhouse had gone to work a couple of hours before. I was shaving and from time to time whistling, nothing in particular, made up notes. After one series of notes I stopped and a few seconds later I heard the exact string of notes from outside the bathroom. This startled me and I asked “who’s there”, no reply, not bothering to wipe my face I quickly opened the door and again asked who’s there.
I went up to the upper floors and searched the whole townhouse, no one was there. I shook it off as my imagination and continued to shave. I finished dressing and went to the closet to get my shoes, and the following event made the hair on my neck stand up.
As I bent over to pick up the shoes, I heard the same string of notes and it seemed like they were being whistled directly behind me. Truly scared at this time I spun around and with shoes in hand I quickly exited the townhouse, putting my shoes on at the top of the steps.
The notes were so clear they could not have been coming from the adjoining townhouse, they were not muffled. Later I tried repeating the sequence of notes but was unable to duplicate those particular notes.
I often think of this event and wonder if it could have been my deceased father, he died when I was thirteen months old. And my mother had told me that my father was always whistling, in fact I have a photo of him walking down a street in Baltimore looking carefree and whistling. I’m certain of one thing, it was definitely not my imagination.
Sent in by Robert Gerard Bonney, Copyright 2010