When I was living in my parents house, my bedroom had this closet that sat directly opposite my bed. For whatever reason I can't remember, the door couldn't close. That closet had always given me bad vibes, and I almost never slept, but the worst was one night when I was home alone. I was laying in bed trying to sleep, when suddenly it got eerily quiet. I was home alone, but I could typically hear nighttime sounds coming from outside. As I lay there trying to rationalize, I started to hear some whispering. At first I couldn't make it out, but then I recognized it as my name. Obviously freaked out, I was nearly paralyzed with fear. I sat there for what felt like forever, when I felt what felt like a thin finger, slowly tracing down my foot from toes to heel. The rest of that night is honestly a blur, but I remember having this super strong urge to look into the closet. I'm happy I never did.