Before I start let me explain the layout of my parent's house- it's a split-level with a living room upstairs and a den downstairs, and down stairs there is a hallway connected to the den that is fairly short but has my old room at the end and a guest bedroom on the left side.
About a year and a half ago, when I still lived with my parents (I'm 17), I was downstairs painting my room one day, by myself, while my mom was cooking lunch, and all was fine; I was just concentrating on painting, everything was quiet and calm, but then I heard someone call my name from what sounded like the den. I paused my painting to go upstairs (I thought my mom was who'd called me), and asked my mom what she wanted. She replied, "I didn't call you." Okay, I'm thinking, must have been my imagination. So I go back downstairs and continue my painting. About 15 minutes into it though, I hear my name called again, this time it sounded like it was right outside my door. A little frustrated, I go upstairs to ask my mom why she called me. Again, she told me she didn't. I go back downstairs a little freaked out.
My step dad is a funeral director and has his own small directing business on the side of working for another big funeral company, and often at times he's brought bodies (in bags on gurneys), to our house for the night for holding (in our garage) until they could be brought to the crematory next day, and more often he brings back cremated remains that are in holding until either the funeral/memorial, or until they can be shipped to the families; (these are all pretty standard practices, nothing unusual), so there has never been any shortness of paranormal activity in that house, but never once has something addressed one of us personally by name.
I never heard the voice, which at the time sounded like a female's, hence why I thought it was my mom's voice. There was no one in the house but us and my cat.