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The Voice

When I was around 10, I lived with my grandparents.

The back of my grandmother's house was directly across the back of a church and its parking lot.

We had a gate door that gave us access to the parking lot.

My grandmother's yard was very nicely landscaped, so she was very over protective of people coming into her yard.

It was a late summer evening and I had come in from playing with my friends all day.

My grandmother asked me to go back out to lock the gate.

I was a scaredy cat when I was younger, but for some reason I wasn't thinking about anything that night. I went out back, locked the gate and when I turned around I noticed that my shoe was untied. So I bent over to tie it.

As I was tying my shoe, I heard a whispering voice say, "Hey little boy do you want to play".

I thought it was my friend that lived a house away from me, so I replied “be quiet, I have to go inside already.”

Then the voice whispered again, "Hey Jeff do you want to play?"

After I finished tying my shoe, I turned around and said,"cut it out, I have to go inside, punk."

I looked into the darkness and I didn't see anyone.

I immediately got chills and ran inside my house crying.

I told my grandmother and aunt.

They immediately went outside but didn't see anyone.

Needless to say whenever I had to do that again, I would make sure to lock the gate early.

Fast forward 24 years later.

My wife and I were moving from an apartment into a house and we were in between both places. Meaning I had moved most of our stuff, but the electricity hadn't been transferred over to the house yet. So I had to go to the house to get some things that we had already moved.

I had a little flip phone at the time so I used it for the lighting and had my wife on the line to tell me what she needed from the house. I went around dusk so it wasn't too lit but not too dark either.

I was walking in the house alone, when I heard a voice say, "hey Jeff do you want to play? "

I immediately knew that it was the same voice and it sent chills down my spine.

I quickly grabbed what I could and ran out of there.

When I got back to the apartment, I had to explain to my wife why I hadn't retrieved all the items that we needed.

Needless to say we had the house blessed before moving in.

I am happy to say that it's been 10 years and I haven't heard the voice again, but I wonder if that was the last time I’ll hear from him?

If anyone has ever had this happen I would love to hear about it because I have no clue to what or who this could be.


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