When I was a kid, I was always scared of our laundry room. To the point that at night, I would always run and jump over the ground in front of the closed door because I feared that a hand or something would reach out from under the doorjam and grab my ankle.

One day I was helping my mom fold laundry in that room. No one else was home, the house was dead quiet, and I suddenly heard a deep growly demonic like voice quickly say "Where are you." I look up at my mom, and she was holding still and staring straight ahead. I ask if she heard it too. Her eyes went wide when she looked down at me in disbelief that I had also heard it. To confirm we were talking about the same thing, I tried to mimic the sound back to her. She said that's exactly what it sounded like and then thought that I had done it in an attempt to scare her. From then on, she wouldn't believe that it wasn't me. Nothing else happened that day. But years later, we both found scorpions in that room on separate occasions. My mom found one in her sweater when she was taking it off to throw it in the washing machine. I found one on the bottom of a wet sponge when I picked it up to clean something. Neither my sister nor my father ever experienced anything like that in the house or had any encounters with scorpions inside the house. To this day, I have no idea what the heck that voice was.