00:00It was exactly 2.17am when my phone rang. Not vibrated. Rang. Loud. Sharp. The kind of ring
00:09that instantly pulls you out of sleep like something is wrong. I remember staring at the
00:15ceiling for a few seconds, trying to understand where I was, what was happening. My room was
00:23completely dark, except for the faint blue glow of my phone lighting up the bedside table.
00:30Unknown number. I almost didn't pick it up. But something. I don't know. Something felt
00:37urgent. So I answered. Hello. Silence. Not normal silence. It was. Heavy. Like the call itself had
00:47weight. Then I heard breathing. Slow. Uneven. Like someone struggling to stay quiet. Hello. I said
00:57again. Louder this time. That's when I heard it. My own voice. Hello. I froze. It wasn't
01:06a delay. It wasn't an echo. It was me. Repeating exactly what I had just said, but slightly off.
01:14The tone was wrong. Hollow. Like it was coming from somewhere far away. Who is this? I asked.
01:22My heart starting to pound. A pause. Then again. Who is this? Same words. Same voice.
01:32Mine. I immediately hung up. I sat there in the dark, staring at my phone, trying to convince
01:39myself it was just some weird glitch. Maybe a bad connection. Maybe some kind of prank. But deep down,
01:48I knew something wasn't right. I checked the number again. Still unknown. No caller ID. No location.
01:57Nothing. I tried to shake it off and lay back down. That was a mistake. Because less than 10 seconds
02:05later,
02:06the phone rang again. 2 19 a.m. Same number. This time, I didn't want to answer. But curiosity,
02:16or maybe fear, got the better of me. I picked up again, but I didn't say anything. I just listened.
02:25At first, nothing. Then, footsteps. Soft. Slow. Like someone walking barefoot on a hard floor.
02:36Each step echoing slightly. My chest tightened. Because the sound felt. Close. Too close. And then,
02:45a whisper. Don't move. My blood ran cold. It wasn't my voice this time. It was something else.
02:53Something deeper. Broken. Like it didn't belong to a human throat.
02:58I immediately turned on the lamp beside my bed. My room looked normal. Everything was exactly where it
03:07should be. But the call was still going. Still connected. And then I heard something that made
03:14my stomach drop. A creak. Not from the phone. From inside my house. I slowly turned my head toward my
03:23bedroom door. It was slightly open. I was sure I had closed it before sleeping. I was sure. The hallway
03:31outside was pitch black. No movement. No sound. But on the phone. The footsteps stopped. Right outside my
03:41door. Then. A soft knock. Three times. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. My heart was beating so loud I could
03:50barely hear anything else. And then. From the phone. I heard myself whisper. Don't open it. Tears filled my
04:00eyes instantly. I hadn't said that. I wasn't even speaking. But it was my voice again. Crying. Shaking.
04:09Terrified. Don't open it. The knocking came again. Louder this time. Knock. Knock. Knock. I couldn't move.
04:19I couldn't breathe. I just sat there. Staring at the door. And then. Slowly. The handle started to
04:27turn. At that exact moment. The call ended. Dead silence. The knocking stopped. The handle stopped
04:36moving. Everything. Just stopped. I didn't sleep that night. I didn't move from my bed until the sun
04:44came up. The next morning. I checked my phone. No missed calls. No call history. Nothing. Like it
04:53never happened. But here's the part that still keeps me awake. Later that day. I checked my phone
05:00recordings. I don't remember recording anything. But there it was. A file. Timestamp. 2.17 a.m.
05:10I pressed play. At first. Just static. Then. My room. Clear audio. My breathing. The phone
05:19ringing. And then. A voice. Not mine. Not human. Standing right next to my bed. Whispering. He didn't
05:29open the door. Not yet. I moved out the next day. I changed my number. I never went back. But
05:38sometimes.
05:38at exactly 2.17 a.m. My phone screen lights up. No call. No notification. Just. Light. And for a
05:49split second. I can hear breathing again. Right behind me.
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