It was Christmas Day 1998; the first Christmas my family spent in our new house. I was upstairs playing with my presents when I heard an unusual, shrill voice scream my name- the loudest I have ever heard my name called- "SHANA!"
Downstairs, in a completely different area of the house, my dad had gotten violent with my mother in a fit over breakfast. When I saw my mother she was on the floor, crying, in pain. Running off fear, I went to call 911, but my dad sneaked up behind me and hung up the phone before I could reach the operator.
Later that day I asked my mom if she had called my name. (I thought something was weird since the voice sounded nothing like hers. The voice sounded neither female nor male.) She turned and said no, she had never called my name for help. She was confused too, as to how I knew she was in trouble.
For a long time I forgot about this incident. Thinking back on it I wonder who or what called my name that Christmas morning? Who or what knows me? Or is there some type of paranormal activity in my home? I know I heard an unusual voice, and since that day I haven't heard a voice like it.
I would really like some type of closure about this incident, or even just thoughts/comments from fellow readers.