I knew this gig would have its moments, especially working nights, but when I heard the tales of the Whistling Man, a killer in a mask from the 1950s, things got even stranger. The calls from the locals seem to be coming in more frequently ever since the death of the Police Chief with the clues they think they found. But what they don't know is that I, Forrest Nash, control who lives and who becomes the screaming next victim.… Read more.