Last Night, God Answered—But Not How I Hoped

I used to ask if anyone really believed in God or heaven. Last night, I got my answer. It started with the clock. 3:33 AM, every night for a week. Always waking up, always that time. I thought it was stress—until the static on my phone started spelling out my name, letter by letter, in the dark. I prayed, just once, whispering into the emptiness. The room got colder. My breath fogged. Then, a voice—not in my head, but behind my ear—answered. Not words. Just a laugh, low and hollow, echoing from the closet I never open. I don’t ask about heaven anymore. I know something listens. But it’s not what I was hoping for. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality