Whispers from Under the Bed

You ever hear the same sound, twice? Not just a repeat, but the exact same,

odd noise. For me, it was a soft, rhythmic scratching from under my bed.

Always just after midnight. I’d check, find nothing, and dismiss it.

But it kept happening. Every single night. Until I bought a sound recorder. I left it running.

The next morning, I played it back. Amidst the silence, I heard the scratching. Then,

a whisper, clear as day. My own voice, saying my name. But I never spoke

a word into that recording. Who did?