The Voice That Called My Mom

This is my first story here, although I have been reading stories and following posts on this website for quite some time now. I have had some experiences in past which were hard to explain by logic; however, I always shrugged them off as I know no one in my family would believe me.

Just for the background, we are not allowed to talk about ghosts/hauntings in our home as something paranormal happened with my mother when she was in college. (I know about the incident through my grandmother being the only one who would talk about it openly; maybe I can write about it in details in a different story.) Things keep happening now and then and I keep putting them at the back of my head, blaming my imagination.

This particular incident happened when I was 14 years old and I believe this to be the most substantial proof of something paranormal and not just my imagination as I was not alone, and my mother experienced it too. It was a hot summer Sunday afternoon. I and my mother were home alone, as my father had gone on an outing with this friends.

First a brief description of my home for better clarity. Ours is a penthouse on 5th floor (house made on the roof of a building), so we have no common walls with any apartments whatsoever. The nearest building is separated by a lawn so we never hear any noises from apartments in there. Once you enter the house, you are in the living room extended to a dining room. This dining room opens up to all other rooms in the house. On the right is my room, past my room is the kitchen. Left of the dining room is my parents' bedroom. And straight ahead from the dining room is the door to the terrace which covers pretty much all the sides of our house.

As I said, it was a summer afternoon, hence it was pretty quiet outside. Additionally, in India we have traditional air conditioning coolers which muffle out noises as they make a humming fan noise themselves. So on to the story.

We have had our lunch and my mom and I thought we should take a peaceful nap as there is no one to disturb us. We decided to sleep in my room, so we switched on the cooler in my room, closed the terrace door to avoid light and hot breeze and lied down. As this was my room, I had my study table in here with all my paraphernalia spread out. We were lying in a position that the study table was near our heads on the right next to the wall, around half a feet apart from the bed.

We were talking to each other for 5-10 minutes when I started feeling sleepy, so we both closed our eyes to sleep. All of a sudden, there was a very faint but still clear voice that said "Ma" (meaning "mother") just outside my bedroom door in the dining room. It was very distinct and loud enough for both of us to hear it. I immediately opened my eyes and noticed my mom was surprised too. We both stared at each other, as if confirming that we both heard it and it was strange since there was no one else at our place and it was not coming from apartment downstairs. It felt like someone peeked in the room and called my mom. However, as usual we brushed it off, and tried to sleep again, but at this point I was wide awake. My mind was still trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

Just a few minutes might have passed, and I started hearing someone's footsteps around my study table, very close to the bed. I could listen the sound of objects moving as if someone was picking up my things and simply looking through them. I was really scared at that point. Because I wanted to make sure I was not hearing things, I asked my mom without opening my eyes, "Mom, can you hear that?" And she said, "Yes, it's as if someone is in this room." And that was the end of this conversation. The sounds continued for a few minutes and I think we dozed off. We have never talked about it again.

I still remember it clearly and think about it when I am alone. I am now married and live with my husband in Florida. I still hear sounds around the house which I know for sure are not logically explainable. My husband has experienced it a few times too, but again we both ignore it and get along with our daily lives.

I have debated for a long time about posting a story here, reason being I always blamed my over imagination for weird things that happened or do happen and mostly because no one around me seems willing enough to admit that they too find the incidents unusual. Please post comments if you need anything clarified, I'll be happy to answer your doubts.

Thanks a lot for reading. Apologize for the long story.