This is an erotic FICTION story. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. Some elements were taken from a creepypasta that does not have a listed author.
"Errr...Hi, ma'am," the nicely dressed woman at my front door says. She's a twenty-something who looks rather nervous. Not rob-your-house nervous, but she looks as if she doesn't want to be here type nervous. And the fact she just called me ma'am when I think I'm younger than her proves this.
"Ummm, hello," I reply to the woman that rang my doorbell with a smile, making sure to keep the front door somewhat shut so she can't see inside, just in case this is some sort of scope-out. This woman is literally the first person to come to my house uninvited so forgive me if I'm a bit on edge.
"I'm Michelle, and I know this is really weird. Really super weird, and I don't mean to make you worried or nervous or anything...but...have you heard anything strange lately? In the house?" the woman, who I guess is named Michelle asks, making direct eye contact with me.
For a moment it feels like someone uses a low wattage cow prod or something on me the way I feel. My heart begins to pound and my stomach sinks while my body turns to ice. There's even hairs on the back of my neck that stand up.
How would she know? How in the hell would she know about the weird-ass stuff that's been going on here? Not to mention that she said "heard." Have I "heard" anything weird, not seen or experienced, but heard. That makes the fear I have of all of this zoom to panic levels.
"I...I..." I begin, trying hard to seem calm and not crazy. I'm not really sure what to say or what not to say in this situation. I've no clue who she is or what she could want, so what do I reveal? I guess the first thing to do is figure out how she would know anything strange has happened? Could this entire thing be some sort of scam? Is she behind it? Could a person or persons be behind me losing my fucking mind?!
"Like I said, I know this is really, really super mega-weird," Michelle says and from her tone and demeanor I can tell she's being real. I also get the feeling that there's no sinister plot here. If there is, she's a damn good actor. I can feel the awkward vibes coming off of her like heat. What I don't feel is her trying to look about the house or fish for information.
"You want to come inside?" I offer, thinking that it is a bit odd to have a conversation like this outside. Does seem a bit rude or maybe mistrusting. Makes me feel that I'm the gate keeper preventing people from entering my home because I don't think they are good enough. Plus...not sure what the neighbors will think.
"
NO!
" Michelle damn near yells at my offer, her eyes widening to show real fear. Her hands raise up in a defensive manner as if I'm about to grab and pull her inside.
Right after doing this she quickly calms her freak out and tries to smile while her face burns red. She gives me a forced smile, the type you get only after you have made a fool of yourself.
"S-S-Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yelp like that. But no. No. I rather stay out here if that's ok with you," Michelle says. I don't think she even notices that she's taken a couple of steps back as if to put even more distance between the house and herself. The way she says this you might think that to go inside is a death sentence.
It's clear she's scared of my house. I would even say terrified. Again, why? What does she know? Or does she know something? Or is this again the work of a master conman?
"It's ok. Why would you ask about the house Michelle?" I question, trying to get any information I can before either of us freak out. Upon hearing my question, the semi pretty woman takes a breath and sighs.
"I used to live here, years ago," Michelle reveals but doesn't say it in joyful way. In fact, the way she says it makes me think it's the way someone says they been in jail. There's no joy in it, just information.
"I only lived here for a very short time. A friend that lives down the street reached out and told me that new people moved into my old house. I...I couldn't live with myself unless, you know, unless I warned whoever was living here, you know?" Michelle tells me, again looking rather embarrassed at saying this.
"Oh, ok," I reply, noting the sincerity in her eyes. My heart is still pounding at this strange encounter where I'm not sure what I'm supposed to feel. I want to say this chick is for real, especially with all that's happened in the house, but what if she's crazy? Or again, running some sort of scam?
I feel my eyes narrow as I consider her last statement. This house has sat empty for a good eight months before we moved in. I know because I was shocked when I heard that. Houses in this middle class area normally have a one day turnaround. They go on the market Monday, sold on Tuesday. But somehow, someway this place didn't get sold for eight months.
I remember thinking how strange that was as the house wasn't in need of any real repairs. It isn't the best house ever, but it's fine for what it is. I mean, there are houses in this very neighborhood that are a hell of a lot worse that sell extremely fast. Despite this, no one was able to give me an answer to why this was, not the real estate guy, not the seller, not even the people I've talked to around here.
"Please know, this is super awkward for me as I'm sure it is for you. I'm not here trying to get anything or sell you crap, I just want to warn you. I feel really stupid right now, but like I said, I wouldn't be able to live with myself unless I tried," Michelle says in a rather sweet manner, revealing that sincerity again.
I smile at this but don't know what to say. On purpose I don't want to say anything about the house. I've had people try to scam me before so I know discussing the supernatural tends to be a way in. Some grifter will get a mark to say some weird story they have, unknowingly giving up a lot of personal details. They just need a single detail to latch on to and from it they can make you give up all sorts of valuable information.
"It...it was a v-v-voice, at first," Michelle reveals, her voice quivering just a tiny bit as she says this, revealing how scared she is of it.
Again the feeling of fear hits me. I clutch the door as I sway, not wanting to give up what that sentence just did to me. What it means. That it just confirmed what I feared, and I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing.
"When it started...my husband never heard it. I don't know if that was because whatever it is only wanted me to hear it, or if it was because I was a woman, or maybe because my husband was hard of hearing or something. Whatever the reason, only I heard it," Michelle explains, her voice quivering, making that shiver of fear run up my spine.
"Chill Rebecca," I tell myself, truly about to freak out. This could still be a scam. After all everyone has a voice. Just like everyone's heard some weird voice at some point in their lives. It doesn't mean she's saying the same thing you have heard. It could be totally different. This chick could be fishing for details, wanting me to jump in and say what I've heard. Who knows.
"I remember the first time I heard that voice. Despite all the times I heard it, all the craziness that occurred, I still remember the first time because it was just so...shocking," Michelle says, her eyes getting watery as her body starts to tremble. She's even gone a bit pale as if the sheer memory of the fear is hitting her.
"My...my husband was on an overnight trip for work. He sometimes had to go on those because he needed to go to a meeting at some nearby city," Michelle explains, her face smiling as she thinks of her husband.
"I was alone in the house, upstairs in bed, watching TV, preparing to go to sleep...when I heard him call my name from downstairs. It was his voice, only...it couldn't have been him. It couldn't have. I had just Facetimed him not but a minute before. Facetimed with him where I saw the sign for his company in the background, complete with the city's name. There was no way he was downstairs," Michelle tells me, her voice quivering much harder now.
"B-B-But..." I start, feeling downright dizzy at hearing this. She said it called her name. It said her name.
I'm not sure if I'm to be happy about this, or upset. Or if it would be smart to tell her to get the fuck out of here or beg her to tell me what's going on. My mind becomes flooded with questions now. It makes the fear and worry that I've felt for all these weeks feel solidified.
"I know. I thought the same thing. I Facetimed my husband immediately, expecting him to pick up from the kitchen laughing at such a great prank. But no. He was walking to his hotel, clearly not in the house or the same city," Michelle reveals.
"After I hung up with him, I thought what I heard would haunt me forever, you know? That it would be a story I tell people where they would never believe it. My own silly little ghost story to tell around a campfire. Some stupid memory that becomes not real with time. Only...my husband's voice called from downstairs again, even after I Facetimed him. Even after I talked to my real husband, I heard that voice calling my name," Michelle tells me, her body trembling.
I can feel how pale I am. All the color has drained out upon hearing this as I know exactly what she means. Lord help me I wish I didn't, but I do. I've heard the voice too.
"W-W-What else did it say?" I ask, trying hard to remain calm and not freak out. I try hard not to show that I believe I know what she's talking about. Oh Lord help me, I want to remain a normal person and not some crazy weirdo.
"My name. Only ever my name," Michelle answers, making my stomach churn. I asked that thinking if this was a scam, she would have said it said other things. But no. It's the same.
