This story was filed on October 31, 2025, from Eugene, Ore One night as I began researching this article, a distinct sound came from outside my window: a monotone and brief whistle off in the woods. With my mind already primed for otherworldly — and potentially sinister — things, I tensed up in my chair and waited. A few seconds later, the whistle repeated. And again. Once more, but closer. My Westernized brain told me it was likely some type of bird.