Scary Tales #6

Blackouts occurred frequently when I was in fifth grade, so after school, my sisters, our mother, and I would usually hang out outside until it grew too dark to do so or until the lights came back on. So everyone else was downstairs when I went up to our bedroom. I was looking at pictures from my sister’s trip to Tagaytay with her friends when I distinctly heard a voice say my name. I fled the room immediately.