Whispers in the Night

I’ve lived alone for two years. It’s quiet, boring, predictable…

Until last night. At around 2:47 a.m., I woke up to someone whispering my name. Not shouting.

Not calling. Whispering. Right next to my ear. I turned on the

lights—nothing. I checked every room—empty. I finally opened my phone to distract

myself and saw a notification: “Your voice assistant detected speech while you were sleeping.”

It recorded something. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. At first, I heard what sounded

like me breathing. Then… a low voice whispered: “Keep sleeping… I’m almost done.”

I froze. Because the whisper wasn’t near my phone. It was behind me. And when I turned