When I was a child I lived in a rented two-floor house. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school.

One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.

I called out, "Mom" and heard her sing song voice say "Yeeeees?" from upstairs.
I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same "Yeeeees?" reply.

I felt she was calling back at me and climbed up the stairs. When I reached the first floor I called her once more and the voice "Yeeeees?" came from the furthest room.

I felt both uneasy, and a strong urge to see my mother, so I rushed forward to the room she was in. Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself into the room, I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call "Sweetie, are you home?", in a cheery voice.

I jumped back startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack.

For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there.

A pale face, staring at me.

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I'm never gonna follow a person's voice ever again, wouldn't want to come face to face with what was in that room