On a warm summer evening

On a warm summer evening

On a warm summer evening

This happened a few years ago. It was late at night, around 11 PM, if I remember correctly. On that beautiful summer night, I was in my room, sitting in the dark and doing something on the computer. I cannot remember clearly what I was doing. My room echoed with keyboard typing and mouse clicking, while quiet music was playing on the TV in the living room. The door to my room where behind me and the hallway was illuminated by the light from the living room. My dad was watching some music show on the TV.

Suddenly, I heard him from the hallway: “Hey son, I’m going to pick up some stuff from the store, I’ll be back in half an hour. Do you need anything?”

He startled me a little bit, but not enough to react properly; I didn’t turn around. I kept doing whatever it was that I was doing on the computer, and I shortly replied: “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

Few minutes after that, I heard him leave. I was so into what I was doing, I couldn’t even bring myself to get up and lock the door. Some ridiculous music was still playing from the TV. The echo of my typing and clicking got broken up when the phone rang. I got up from my chair and went to the hallway, to answer the call.

“Hey son, I’m coming back home and I’ll stop by the store. Do you need anything?”

In disbelief, I replied: “Dad, you just asked me that like a minute ago, before you left the house.”

“What? No way, you know I was playing football with my friends, we just finished. Do you need anything or not?”

“No, thanks dad. I’m good.”

I checked the entire house. There was no one there. I was convinced that I heard my father talking to me from the hallway. I was convinced my father was there with me, watching the TV. I didn’t imagine it. I’m definitely sure I spoke with someone in my house, who sounded like my father. I was never able to explain what happened. Nothing like that ever happened to me again.