I remember when I was in my first year of college, I woke up around 3 AM in the morning.
Let me give you an idea of the placement of the master bedroom to my room. My room was just perpendicular to the Master bedroom and parallel to the bathroom. But the main focus was the master bedroom and my room.
Notably, I was groggy and apparently feeling restless because I wasn't able to go back to sleep. As I was trying to fall asleep, I noticed my mom and my brother were not in my room. The reason this concerned me was that I had extra beds in my room and that night my mom and my brother slept in my room with me. Of course, waking up at 3 in the morning only to find me in a dimly lit room by myself was terrifying. At least at that moment.
I tried to fall asleep again but to no use. I had a sudden urge to find my mom and my brother. As I got out of my room, I heard what I thought was my mom's and my brother's voice coming from the master bedroom. I couldn't make out what they were saying, it was clear enough to know they were saying something, but not clear enough to decipher what they were saying.
But as soon as I turned to the master bedroom, it was pitch dark in there. A sense of dread hit me as I looked around in a panic for them. I was scared out of my mind until I found them sleeping in my brother's room. Needless to say, I slept in the hammock next to my brother's bed just to feel safe. I have no idea how I was able to fall asleep at that time, but needless to say, that wasn't the only time I heard voices.
I wrote this in a rush before I had to head over to jury duty that day, so let me explain a few misunderstandings.
For those that are curious, we don't live in an apartment, we live in a one-story house.
Second, the reason I have extra beds in my room was that I wanted to keep the tiny bed I had before next to my new bigger bed at the time.
Third, the reason my mom and my brother slept in my room that night was that they wanted to keep me company while I do my schoolwork and projects. Sometimes, they do tend to fall asleep in my room.
Lastly, my brother's bedroom was next door to the right.
As for the voices, I suppose it might have been my half-asleep state, but I could have sworn I heard their voices.
And as for my brother and my mom ditching me in my room that night, they explained that they just moved to my brother's room groggily. They didn't hear any voices.
And yes, they did help me make my beds.
Hopefully, this will shed more light on the story.