My brothers and I were repelled from my parents room, which was at the end of the hall, it always felt darker and more closed in than the rest of the house. We ran from it after shutting the door, the hair standing up on the back of our necks. Devin, the older of the two, denied his fear of mom and dad's room. But one day he could not deny it any longer.
Devin, Cameron and I were playing in the hallway one day. I would say I was about fourteen; Devin was 7 and Cameron 6. It was a sunny day and the windows were up and the sun shining through, ghosts far from mine and Cameron's minds. My parent's bedroom door was slightly open and you could see sunlight spilling through one of the two windows onto the floor. Both of my parents were at work at the time so we were doing whatever we pleased.
Devin had just asked me a question, about what was vanquished from my mind when I heard a man's deep voice come from my parents room and say one, single word. In that very moment I knew what he'd said and the goose bumps popped up all over my body at light speed, quickly looking at my brothers, who'd stopped in mid-movement, eyes wide. Devin's eyes were as round as quarters and Cameron and I looked at him knowing that he now knew, that, we in a way, had proof to proving the things we'd talked about seeing and hearing that they were not figments of our imaginations. You could tell in that moment he believed. Devin shot up from the floor and bolted from the hall screaming, Cameron and I on his heels. We sat in the living room out of breath and not saying a word, listening for whatever it was that had spoken from my parent's room.
Devin finally spoke, breaking the heavy silence, "What was that? And what did it say?" I could not recall for the life of me what the voice had said to us, and I wrack my memory at least once a week trying to think of what it could have been.
This is one of the first voices I heard. But the last Devin ever experienced. He will not speak of the event again, and denies the voice he heard.