My little brother talks to someone every night…
at 2:46 AM.
My parents say it’s just his imagination.
But last night… I heard it too.
A second voice.
I opened his door slowly.
He was sitting upright in bed.
Staring at nothing.
Then he whispered:
“He says… you can hear him too.”
I turned on the light.
Nothing.
Silence.
Then my brother smiled.
And said:
“He’s standing behind you.”
I froze.
Slowly… I turned around.
Nothing was there.
But then…
Right next to my ear, a voice said: