Whispers in the Night

Okay, something really weird happened to me last night, and I honestly don’t

know if I’ll ever feel safe in my own apartment again. I live alone in a small apartment

on the third floor. Around midnight, I woke up because I thought I heard my name being whispered.

At first, I thought it was just my imagination—maybe I had been dreaming—but then I heard it

again. It wasn’t loud, but it was clear, right outside my bedroom door.

I froze for a second, thinking maybe it was just the TV playing in the background, but no,

my TV was off. I grabbed my phone to call the police, and that’s when I realized it had

died. I figured maybe it was nothing and tried to ignore it.