There are times where you're alone and you feel like someone's calling your name, right?

They say you're not supposed to answer, right?

Well, I've accidentally answered once before.

When I did, it called my name again. Then it started getting closer and closer. By the time I realized that I was all alone, I could already hear the voice in the next room.

There was no way it was going to end well.

Shit, it's calling me again.

The moment I thought that, my phone rang, and I nearly wet myself.

But in the end, it seemed like that phone call saved me.

As soon as the phone rang, the presence ran off somewhere.

Hey, I had a really bad premonition.

Are you still alive?

Ever since then, I pretend not to hear anything, and I especially make sure not to answer.

I don't feel any mental burden or anything.

I'm fine, but every now and then I still hear my name being called out.

If it turns out I'm mentally ill without even real

without even realising it, well that's pretty scary in and of itself.

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