It was a story from my own life—something that happened back when I was in 10th grade. I still remember... it was probably sometime in August. That night, my mom and sister were asleep in bed, while I was lying on the couch in the hall.

I had been feeling unusually stressed about my studies that day. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t fall asleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind wouldn't slow down—it was racing with thoughts.

So I got up and walked into the hall, hoping the quiet might help. I lay down on the couch, staring into the stillness, lost in my own thoughts. I don’t even remember when it happened, but somewhere between thinking and overthinking, I drifted off to sleep right there.

After a few hours of restless sleep, I suddenly began to feel... uneasy. It wasn’t pain, or fear exactly—just a strange discomfort, like something wasn’t right. I knew I had fallen asleep on the couch, but I was too drained to get up and move to the bed. My body felt like lead, too heavy to lift. So I stayed there, lying still in the quiet darkness.

Then, out of nowhere, I started hearing voices.

At first, it was just one—loud, distant, and harsh, like someone was speaking forcefully in the other room. But soon, more voices joined in. It was as if a group of people were arguing, shouting over each other. Their words came in a strange, unfamiliar tone—urgent and aggressive—but I couldn’t make out what they were saying.