Seriously, if I ever happen to hear my name called at midnight, I can’t lie, I would be freaking out. I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s the dead of night, everything is silent, and then suddenly I hear "Hey, leemah" a voice just cuts through the stillness? Nah, that’s definitely not a regular day.
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So, the first thing I would do is I would absolutely freeze. Not because I’m brave or anything, but because I would need a moment to make sure I wasn’t just dreaming or hearing things. Maybe I’m half asleep, maybe my brain is playing tricks on me… but I know I would still be on high alert, trying to listen and figure out if I’m about to get haunted or abducted by aliens.
At this point, I would try my hardest to act like I didn’t hear anything. Just ignore it but not fully. But let’s be honest, there is no way I would stay calm. My mind would start spiraling. I would tell myself it’s probably nothing, maybe the wind, or the pipes making noise. Or maybe just maybe it is some sort of weird prank from a neighbor. But the longer I lay there, the more I start convincing myself that someone is definitely out there. That voice definitely came from somewhere.
Eventually, I would summon the courage to look out the window. Just a quick peek to see if there is anyone lurking outside, maybe trying to mess with me. But knowing my luck, if I don’t see anything, I would probably still think, “Okay, this is it. I’m either going to see a ghost or something even worse, maybe an alien.”
Seriously at this point, all my logical thinking is out the window, and I’ll start contemplating the best course of action, should I just grab my phone, run out the front door, or... go full-on “home-alone-style” and hide in the wardrobe, hoping the voice will go away? Seriously, I would probably choose the wardrobe. Not proud of it, but at least I think I would feel somewhat safe in there.
Funny enough, the last time something like this happened to me, I was this close to peeing my pants. I had just finished watching a horror movie "Kingdom", so my mind was already on edge. The lights were off, the house was quiet, and I heard someone calling my name. I legit froze, thinking, “Oh no, it’s happening. I’m getting haunted tonight.” I started panicking, looking around for some kind of exit plan or some kind of superpower… until I realized it was just my sister. She had come home late, and she was calling me from window so discreet because she don't want to wake our parents to help her open the door.
I honestly could have sworn I was hearing things, and I almost gave myself a heart attack over it. So, yeah, if I ever hear my name at midnight again, I’m probably just going to pretend I didn’t hear it. And then... I’ll check for my sister to make sure she is not sneaking in late again. Because, at this point, I’m not taking any chances.
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