04/28/2026
A few years ago, I was leaving work late, way past midnight.
The roads were empty, and my phone battery was sitting at 3%, so I was trying not to use it unless I had to.
About ten minutes into the drive, my phone started ringing.
I glanced down, and my stomach dropped.
The caller ID was my own number.
Not āunknown.ā
Not āprivate number.ā
My actual number.
At first, I thought it had to be some weird glitch, but curiosity got me, and I answered.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but static.
Then I heard breathing.
Slow. Heavy. Right against the speaker.
I said hello three times, and right when I was about to hang up, I heard my own voice.
Calm. Quiet. Almost like I was talking right next to myself.
It said, āDonāt go home.ā
I froze.
Then the line went dead.
I just sat there in my car on the side of the road, staring at my phone, trying to convince myself it was a prank or some kind of phone error.
But something about hearing my own voice say it made my skin crawl.
I didnāt go home right away.
I drove to a gas station and stayed there for almost an hour.
When I finally got home, every light in my house was on.
The front door was cracked open.
I lived alone.
Nothing was stolen.
Nothing looked touched.
But my bedroom window, which I always kept locked, was wide open.
To this day, I still donāt know whoāor whatācalled me that night.
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