It was just two days ago, at the break of dawn, around 7:00 am, when an unsettling experience unfolded in my home. My bed was snug against the wall, and I lay sleeping, my face turned towards it. Suddenly, as if roused by an invisible force, I awoke from my slumber. Groggily, I glanced at my phone to check the time, confirming the early hour. With two more hours of precious sleep awaiting me, I settled back down, ready to drift back into dreams.
However, as I lay there, a peculiar occurrence shattered the stillness. A voice, distinctly male, called out my name. The source of this unsettling sound was behind me, unseen, and my heart pounded with a mixture of fear and curiosity. Instinctively, I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered, “Go away, go away.” The response that followed was laden with sorrow, as though the voice itself carried the weight of an unseen burden. “I guess I have to go now,” it lamented, leaving me with an inexplicable sense of sadness.
I returned to slumber, and the rest of the day remained eerily silent, the voice a distant memory. That is until I recounted the strange events to a friend. As I spoke about the inexplicable incident, an unseen presence began toying with my hair. Startled, I firmly demanded it to cease and move away, and to my surprise, it obeyed.
Approximately 30 minutes later, a series of knocks echoed from my dining room, even though no one occupied that space. In my kitchen, I heard the unmistakable sounds of cabinets shutting on their own. Rather than succumbing to fear, I chose to ignore these inexplicable happenings.
The night descended, and I retired to bed around 2:00 am, beckoning my ever-faithful canine companion to join me. Yet, my dog hesitated, her usual presence replaced by trepidation, as if an unseen figure occupied the space beside me. Growling softly, she directed her unease towards this invisible presence.
Throughout the night, strange knocking sounds persisted within my room, a haunting reminder of the morning’s unsettling encounter. At precisely 7:00 am, the knocks intensified, reaching a frenzied crescendo. Frustrated and bewildered, I uttered another plea for it to cease, and once again, it acquiesced.
Haunted by these inexplicable events, I couldn’t help but wonder if they carried a message, a purpose, or a warning. The mysteries of the unseen world continued to envelop me, leaving me searching for answers in the ethereal whispers of the morning.