I HEARD MY NAME AT NIGHT- WHAT SHOCKED ME WAS THE VOICE CALLING IT… ANONYMOUS WOMAN SHARES DISTURBING DETAILS

I didn’t believe stories about strange voices at night. I used to think people exaggerated or allowed fear to play tricks on their minds. That belief ended the night I heard my own name called — in a voice that sounded exactly like mine.

This happened when I moved into a small apartment after changing jobs. It was a quiet area, the kind of place people describe as “peaceful.” I lived alone, and for the first few weeks, everything felt normal.

The first time it happened, I was asleep.

I heard my name clearly, calmly, like someone standing close to my bed. Not shouting. Not whispering. Just calling me the way I call myself when I’m thinking out loud.

I woke up immediately and sat upright. The room was dark and silent. My phone showed 2:14 a.m. I checked the door, the windows, the kitchen. Nothing.

I convinced myself it was a dream.

Two nights later, it happened again.

This time, the voice came from the sitting room.

Again, it was my name.
Again, it sounded like me.

I didn’t answer. I stayed on my bed, frozen, listening. After a few seconds, the voice stopped. No footsteps. No movement. Just silence.

That’s when fear truly set in.

Over the next two weeks, it became more frequent. Sometimes it happened when I was half asleep. Other times, when I was fully awake. The voice always sounded patient never angry, never rushed like it was waiting for a response.

One night, I heard it from right outside my bedroom door.

I held my breath.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t answer.

The next morning, I told my neighbour, an older woman who had lived there for years. As soon as I explained, her face changed. She asked me one question:

“Does the voice sound like you?”

When I said yes, she crossed herself and told me to stop answering any voice that calls me at night even if it sounds familiar.

That night, I decided to sleep with my lights on.

Around 3 a.m., I heard it again. My name. This time, it came from the kitchen. But what truly shocked me was what it said next.

It added words.

It said, “Why are you ignoring me?”

I started crying silently. I grabbed my phone, called a friend, and stayed on the line until morning. I packed a bag and left the apartment that same day. I didn’t argue about rent. I didn’t give notice. I just left.

Later, I heard that a former tenant had also complained of hearing voices. Another reportedly left suddenly without explanation.

Till today, I don’t know what that voice was. I don’t try to explain it anymore.

All I know is this:
I no longer respond when someone calls my name at night not unless I can see their face.

Some things are better ignored.
Some doors should never be answered.