The Voice (2)
Jessy, Ontario, Canada
This happened about a year and a half ago at a family gathering.
Every year we celebrate Christmas about a week or so early because my Aunts and Uncles go away. That year we were at one of my Uncle's apartment. There was lots of food and talking. But throughout the whole thing, I felt as if I was being watched. It made me a little nervous btu I shrugged it off.
We opened presents and the feeling of being watched hit me again. I shrugged it off again by saying that it was just the adults watching me open my gifts. Eventually the get-together came to a close and one of my cousins was invited to spend the night at the apartment. So he and my brother shared one of the spare bedrooms. I was asked if I was ok with spending the night on the couch. This couch is very comfortable to sleep on, might I add. I told everyone I was fine and they all went up the stairs to bed. This was around 12AM and I couldn't fall asleep. I was half expecting someone to be sitting in the chair to the computer most of the time I was awake. It felt like someone was sitting there, staring at me. Needless to say I got nervous. I began to fidget and tried to get to sleep. I felt tense and was expecting something to pop out and scare me half to death. I counted sheep and sang songs to myself.
When 2AM rolled around, I knew everyone was asleep. No one was talking, not even a whisper. The apartment was really quiet. I could hear the cars rushing by in the city but nothing made a sound in the apartment. At around 3AM I finally gave up on trying to get to sleep and stared at the ceiling. I began to relax myself and closed my eyes. I was getting along great. Suddenly, I heard "Hey!" right beside my ear. It was a male voice and it made me jump. I almost fell off of the couch and I kept my eyes securely shut. I peeked out once and then opened my eyes, shaking. "P-please. I'm t-trying to sleep. I don't want to talk right now." Immediately I felt better. I became sleepy and actually fell asleep a few moments later, after mumbling a small "thank you" of course.
When I woke up, I told my dad that story. I can't remember if he believe' d me or not but I insist that it really happened.
I slept on that couch again this year and nothing happened. Except for feeling watched again. But that's all that happened. I think he realized that I wanted to sleep and left me alone.
I don't know who it was but I hope he talks to me again. This time, I won't freak out.