Weak Sister

The signal oil program? The Whistler. That whistle is your signal for the signal oil program? The Whistler. I am the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by night.

I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows. Yes, I know the nameless terrors of which they dare not speak. Yes friends, it's time for the Signal Oil program, the Whistler, rated by independent research the most popular West Coast program.

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And now the Whistler Strange Story. Weak sister. Bertilda stood at the window, looking apprehensively at the old burying ground at the foot of the hill. A little group of people from the village down the road stood in twos and trees around the open grave of Captain Ethan Haskell.

Bertilda always liked to stand at the window like this, watching through the dingy lace curtain. Yes, today especially with Captain Ethan being laid away. There was a strange fascination in her timid little face. A look of morbid curiosity in her pale blue eyes.

She didn't hear her older sister Amanda come up behind her. But Tilda! Oh, Amanda, you frightened mace. The Tilda's sterling pull down that window. It's beginning to rain. Land's sake, you'd think after all these years you'd have enough sense to be careful.

I'm not going to be able to say the hers when it comes. Oh, if you ain't the limit, Bertie. You said you didn't want to go to Captain Ethan's funeral. I like funerals, but they always frighten me so.