The Whistler of Calcutta

Friday September 10
8 am

    So for my first few nights I slept pretty well except for always hearing this faint whistling/screeching of sorts in the wee hours of the morning.  Colleen and I confirmed to one another that there is in fact a highly annoying disturbance of a screeching whistle sound every night from about 12 am onward.  While staying up late talking on Wednesday evening, and discovering how crazy parallel her and my life are, we hear the faint whistling in the distance and coming closer.  Now picture two very tall American girls scurrying around in their panties (we wear as little clothes to sleep as possible to make up for all the fabric with have to wear during the day) trying to see out the windows and back door to discover what the heck is making that sound!  Like out of a horror movie, the whistling gets louder and louder and LOUDER until it seems it is right outside our window!! Colleen snuck a peek and goes "ah its a man with a whistle it really is!!!!!!"…. this negates my theory that it was some Indian hybrid lizard dog… "and he has a STICK!" We screech and scuttle about some more and dubbed the man "The Whistler of Calcutta" and further theorized  that he is part of some great legend or tale, his spirit forced to whistle on the streets every night for eternity.
    We found out the next day from a local girl (who sits in on our class) that………he's the watchman.  wah wah waaaaaah <---let down sound effect.  Yeah she basically just laughed at us and said he whistles to let us know he's doing his job of watching the neighborhood and the stick is "ya know, if theres trouble."  So that settles that I guess.  He still friggen whistles really loud and wakes us up in the night though.  At least we know we're safe?