: The Night I Heard My Name From the Empty House

It was late at night. Light rain was falling softly, and the street was completely empty. I was standing on my balcony when suddenly I felt like someone whispered my name very slowly.

“Saud…”

I turned back quickly. There was no one. Only darkness and the sound of rain.

I thought maybe it was just my imagination. But then… I heard it again.

“Saud… don’t go inside.”

My heart started beating faster. The voice sounded like my mother’s, but my mother left that old house two years ago.

I slowly walked toward the stairs. The main door of the house was slightly open, even though I was sure I had closed it.

Inside was deep darkness. Only the corridor light was flickering weakly. I turned on my mobile torch.

“Who is there?” My voice was trembling.

No answer.

Suddenly… I heard something fall from the kitchen.

I walked slowly toward the kitchen. On the table, my old childhood diary was lying there, something I had never placed here.

The diary was open. On that page, it was written:

“If you are reading this… it means the house has returned.”

A cold wind touched my back.

From behind, someone whispered slowly…

“You opened the door again.”

I turned back… and my torch fell from my hand.

The darkness was pulling me inside.