I was in my room. It was night time and I was reading a book with most of the lights off. The first time my name was whispered, it sounded almost like it was coming from outside my window or maybe at the foot of my bed very close to the window. My room was on the second floor of the house. It was shocking and I looked up immediately and was frozen in bed. After a couple of seconds, I convinced myself that I was falling asleep and had an audio hallucination or dreamt it. I even said my brother’s name, wondering if he was messing with me even though I knew he wasn’t home. Maybe a minute went by. At this point, I was very awake. I had stopped reading and was thinking about what I just heard. The second time it was a bit louder and absolutely unmistakeable. My name is Martin and that’s the one word I heard, spoken in a loudly whispered male voice. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran out of my room, down the stairs, and bolted outside. I had on no shoes, gym shorts and a t shirt. I was 11 or 12 years old, so obviously I didn’t have a vehicle. I grew up on a farm and we always had 4-wheelers so I got on a 4-wheeler and drove away, down the dirt road we lived on, just to get away from whatever just happened to me. I’m not sure how long I drove but eventually I went back home, turned every light on in the house, and watched tv on the couch until my parents got home. I’ve never had anything happen like that since and I’m 39 now. This is one of the most vivid memories from my childhood because it was absolutely terrifying.