The Legend of El Silbón (The Whistler) arose in the middle of the 19th century about a son that was a “spoiled brat” whose parents granted his every wish. One afternoon, he demanded his father to go hunt a deer (his favorite meat) but when the father does not find a deer and returns empty-handed, his son kills him and cuts out his heart and liver. He brings the father’s remains to his mother for her to cook them for dinner. The mother questions her son of where his father is but he does not answer. Not thinking much of it she starts cutting the meat finding it tough to puncture. She starts to suspect something is amiss and discovers these organs are her husband’s. She cursed her son to an eternity of misfortune. Afterwards, his grandfather ordered the youth to be tied to a post in the middle of the countryside and lashed him until his back was destroyed. His wounds were then cleaned with alcohol, chili peppers, and lemon juice. A sack full of his father’s remains was placed on his wounded back, and he was released with his grandfather’s two rabid, starving dogs set upon him. Before releasing him, his grandfather condemned him to carry the bones of his father for all eternity.

The Whistler sits in the trees and gathers dust in his hands. But it is mainly on rainy or humid days that the spirit wanders, hungry for death, and eager to punish drunkards, womanizers, or sometimes innocent victims. It is said that it sucks the alcohol out of drunkards through their navel when it finds them alone and that it tears womanizers to pieces, removes their bones, and puts them in the sack where it keeps the remains of his father. The whistler can appear by a house on certain nights, drop his sack on the ground and count the bones one by one. If one hears it, nothing will happen, but if someone doesn’t hear it before dawn, one person in the home will die.

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