If You Hear Your Name at 2:17 AM, Don’t Answer

If I could tell my 19-year-old self one thing, it’s this: never answer when you hear your name after midnight. I learned that the hard way. The first time, I thought it was my roommate, whispering from the kitchen. But the voice was off—too flat, too slow, like it was learning how to say my name for the first time. Every night after, 2:17 AM, exactly. The voice got closer. Last night, it sounded like it was right outside my bedroom door. I haven’t slept since. If you ever hear it, don’t answer. Please, don’t. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality