A Night of Unseen Voices

March 12, 2026

by Gabriel

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (244 words)

"The evening was calm as I prepared to sleep. I peeked into my brother’s room, ensuring he was snug under his covers. After saying goodnight to my parents, who were already settled in their room, I brought my cat with me and climbed into bed. As I nestled into my pillows, the room fell silent. […]"

The evening was calm as I prepared to sleep. I peeked into my brother’s room, ensuring he was snug under his covers. After saying goodnight to my parents, who were already settled in their room, I brought my cat with me and climbed into bed.

As I nestled into my pillows, the room fell silent. Just as I was on the edge of drifting off, a distinct voice called my name softly from the corner of the room. It was neither high nor low, just a gentle sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t tell if it belonged to a man or a woman, but it was undeniably clear. I brushed it off, convincing myself it was just my imagination, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, I recounted the strange event to my mom. She listened intently but couldn’t offer an explanation. I was puzzled, recalling a time when I had checked to see if my brother was playing tricks on me. I even searched under the bed, but there was only dust and shadows.

Later, I tiptoed into my brother’s room, finding him peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware of the mystery that had unfolded. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched or the question lingering in my mind: who had called to me in the night? As I pondered this, I felt a mixture of curiosity and unease, wondering if I would ever find an answer.

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