My Name Was Called During a Funeral I Did Not Attend What Followed Was Pure Horror
I was at work when I received a strange call from my cousin. His voice was shaky, and he asked me where I was. When I told him I was in town and perfectly fine, there was a long silence.
Then he said words that made my knees weak. My name had been called loudly during a funeral in our village, a funeral I had not attended and did not even know about.
At first, I laughed it off. I thought it was a mistake or village gossip. But later that evening, another relative called me, then another. They all said the same thing. During the burial, the pastor paused, looked confused, and called my full name, asking me to step forward.
People turned around, shocked that I was not there. Some whispered that I had died and my spirit had appeared instead. That night, things became worse. I felt sudden chills, heard my name being whispered when I was alone, and woke up with deep scratches on my arms.
My phone stopped working, my lights flickered, and I felt weak, as if life was being pulled out of me. Fear took over, and I knew this was not normal.
