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The Voice That Called My Name
There are some things you experience in life that you never quite forget. A spooky story…
Not because they were frightening at the time, but because you cannot explain them afterwards.
It happened on a quiet evening, just as the light was beginning to disappear from the trees.
I was walking along a familiar path in the woods. I had walked it countless times before, and knew the sounds of the forest well. The rustle of leaves, the occasional snap of a branch, the distant call of a bird settling in for the night.
But that evening, something felt different.
The birds had gone quiet.
I stopped walking.
There was a strange stillness around me, the kind that makes you suddenly aware of your own breathing. I looked between the trees, expecting to see an animal moving through the undergrowth.
Nothing.
Then I heard it.
My name.
Not shouted. Not whispered exactly. Just spoken, softly and clearly, as though someone were standing a few feet behind me.
I turned around.
Nobody was there.
