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VOICE - True Story #1

This is a true story about something that happened to my brother, his friend, and I a few years back. This is one of my earliest paranormal experiences and one that has severely scarred me. I have kept my name in this story, but i have changed the name of my brother and his friend.

When I was just over a year old my brother, mom, and I moved into a small apartment. My brother (we'll call him Mark, not his real name) and I were always scared of my mother and I's shared bedroom, more the closet than anything. I know what you're thinking, "all little kids are scared of their closet" but we lived in this apartment for 11 years and that fear never went away for either of us. I was always the one to be afraid, and Mark, always wanting to be the amazing role model older brother, would put on a brave act and usually do something along the lines of locking himself in the closet for 5 minutes to show me that everything was okay. Still, the fear would return every single day, because I could hear what sounded like banging and footsteps coming from my closet at night. My brother was the only one I ever really told about this though, because I knew my mom just wouldn't believe me. Mark always played it off, saying that it was all in my head, and I was just scaring myself. Then, one year for Christmas, Mark got a small voice recorder. At this point I was around 7 or 8, which means Mark would have been 14 or 15. He suggested one night while we were home alone that we go into the bedroom and stand in front of my closet door and ask some questions to see if there was really a "spirit" there. I remember watching Mark step in front of the door and click the record button. I hesitantly walked up beside him, and instantly grabbed his hand. "Hi" Mark said, "I'm Mark, and this is my little sister Hannah". After about 2 minutes of not hearing anything I finally got the courage to say something. "Hello" I remember whispering in a timid voice. Another 5 minutes, nothing happens. Eventually we both get tired of waiting, and Mark decides to stop trying because there was nothing there. A few weeks later Mark's friend came to stay the night. His friends were always like my older brothers too. Even today, when I'm going on 15 and Mark is nearly 22, I still get to see them and they still treat me like their little sister. This friend in particular is the one I've always been closest with (we'll call him Joey) so whenever he came over to hang out with Mark I was always with them too. We were sitting in Mark's room, when he decided to show Joey his recorder. Joey gets interested in it and starts flipping through the recordings one by one, listening to them all. Soon enough, he gets to the recording that Mark and I made, seeing as Mark never deleted it. He's listening to it and Mark and I aren't paying much attention to it since we already know nothing happened. But then, shortly after Mark introduced us to what seemed at the time to be *DUN DUN DUN* *dramatic gasp* THE AIR  we hear what seems to be a voice, clearly not either one of ours say my brothers name, and it was LOUD. Somehow, whatever this thing  was in my bedroom, it was able to have enough energy to say my brother's name and also make it be heard on recording, but not by our own ears. After that I would not sleep in my room for MONTHS. Like I slept on the couch for close to a year. Even though we don't live there anymore, I still get the chills thinking about my room, my closet, and that creepy voice. I know for a fact that Mark feels the same way too.