It happened last year, around 2 a.m., during a power cut in Nowgaon. The whole neighborhood was silent except for the rain tapping against my window.
I stepped outside for some air when I suddenly heard my name —
> “Sahil…”
It sounded exactly like me.
The voice came from behind my house, near the bamboo trees. I called out, but no one replied. Then again — softer, closer —
> “Sahil, come here…”
I ran inside, locked the door, and turned off my flashlight. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps in the mud, stopping right outside my window.
When the lights came back, I looked out — there were footprints leading up to my window…
but none leading away.
Sometimes, when the power cuts off late at night, I still hear it —
my own voice, whispering from outside.
Stake : Sahilisla