Whistle while you work
I was based in Goose Bay with the RAF during the 1980’s. At night, when every RAF person had left the hangar for the day, one person used to be left in the hangar to look after certain functions and guard the hangar.
This hangar guard job was not popular: 1. Because you lost your night off and missed the shenanigans at the Bulldog Club and 2. It was a massive hangar and sometimes full of aircraft, with some strange noises and shadows as you walked through the building doing your duties.
I was on duty one night as the hangar guard and had done my initial walk around the hangar once everyone had left. It was still daylight outside for my first check and the hangar was filled with light and never caused me any concern.
We used to man the operations room at night to monitor the radios for any aircraft that might divert into Goose Bay unexpectedly and check for teleprinter instructions. Then we would head off into the hangar for a few more checks through the night.
This particular night, I had done my walk around and headed up into the ops room. I had just started to heat my meal from Domco’s in the small kitchen we had, when I heard someone whistling a tune from the main ops room a few yards away. This was no noise from the heating system or the air conditioning; it was a human noise, whistling a tuneful song. It was definitely not coming from the radios either.
I immediately went to the ops room to try and find where the noise was coming from. I thought one of my mates had stayed behind and was playing a trick. No one was there, and as I worked in the OPS room, I knew every nook and cranny. The room had a false wall and I foolishly thought that someone had got in behind the wall to scare me. So I followed suit and also squeezed in behind the wall.
It was incredibly cramped behind the wall and very dusty. When I had got a few yards in, the whistle came again, this time from the kitchen area where I had just been.
Now I was scared. I got out from behind the wall and ran around to the kitchen area. No one was there! I was petrified. I sat for the rest of my duty, sitting in a corner with a steak knife in my hand, waiting for daylight. (Steak knives by the way are a very good defense against ghosts, or so I told myself). A few days later, I shared my story with a few of my mates. I wasn’t the only one to have experienced this.