When I was around 6 years old, a very disturbing night happened. Me and my brother shared the same bedroom, late into the night we always talked or played much to our parents' annoyance. As my brother and I played and giggled one night, he instantly jumped into bed and covered himself up in the blankets, out of instinct I did too. There was silence for a moment until I asked him what was wrong.
"Did you hear that?" he asked me. I responded no, I told him again what happened and why he was acting weird. "A woman's voice is calling my name; can you hear it?"
I told him he was being stupid, but he whispered to me to pay attention and listen. So, I did, I listened carefully. My blood ran cold and I instantly got chills as I heard a woman's voice say my brother's name repeatedly, over and over again in rhythm. I thought it couldn't be our mom in the other room, it felt so close as if in my ear.
I instantly told the voice to shut up and it did, only for a second and it continued again. My brother asked in confusion "What is it?" I answered "I don't know but it's freaky."
I got annoyed and said "If you don't shut up, I swear I'm going to hit you!" but the threats didn't work and it kept repeating his name like a broken record.
We then decided to repeatedly call out to our parents but to no answer. I can't remember what exactly happened next, I think my brother told me our parents were down stairs and we negotiated our next move.
We eventually ran downstairs and saw our parents sleeping on the sofa, the lights were still on and a horror movie was playing, they must have fell asleep while the tv was on. For some reason I felt very clam watching the horror movie. I remember it went to the cliché part where the lights go out and the group had to split up. Eventually me and brother got bored and woke up our mom and dad. We told them what happened, and they didn't believe us telling us there's no such thing as ghosts and it was only our imagination.
We went to bed and the voice was gone. Maybe it was our imagination, but my brother told me the next day, as I was sleeping, he felt the entire room and bed spinning, he didn't get any sleep that night.
This was our first experience with the paranormal and we never encountered or read about ghosts as we were still young but this experience captivated me to read more books on the subject.
The weird thing is my family home was relatively new. Only three generations of our family lived in it since it was built and we never thought of it to be haunted and we still don't.
Having said this, my parents swapped rooms and what was once the kids room is now the master bedroom, my mom has said whenever she was alone in the room she felt eyes upon her and that rarely at night when she is nearly asleep she senses someone kneeling down and looking at her.
To this day it still gives me chills.