I wasn't going to post this but... the voice outside my 12th floor window

Okay I wasn't going to post this but it's been sitting with me for years.

2016. I was living in one of those newer apartment complexes in a 신도시¹ in Gyeonggi-do. The building wasn't even 10 years old at that point. Everything still felt clean and new. The kind of place where you think nothing creepy could ever happen.

We were on the 12th floor. The next building over was far enough that you couldn't really see into anyone's place.

And then the rumors started.

At first I brushed it off. Figured people were just hearing noise from upstairs or downstairs, you know how apartments are. Then one night I heard it myself.

I couldn't sleep so I was just sitting on the couch in the living room. Around 2am. Dead silent. And then from outside the window I hear this faint voice going "please... save me..."

I froze.

It wasn't from above. It wasn't from below. It sounded like it was coming from RIGHT OUTSIDE the window. Like someone whispering through the glass.

I'm on the 12TH FLOOR. How.

I made myself walk over to the window. Nothing. Pitch black outside, just rain hitting the glass. I told myself I was exhausted and imagining things and went to bed.

Yeah. It didn't stop.

Every single night after that. Same time. Same voice. "save me..." "please open the door..." And it kept getting clearer. More desperate. I closed every window, pulled the thick curtains shut, and it still came through like the walls weren't even there. I stopped sleeping. Like actually stopped.

I thought maybe I was losing it so I posted about it on an online community. Just to see if anyone else in the complex had experienced anything weird.

And people replied. Multiple people. Same voice, same time.

One guy on the 15th floor messaged me and I genuinely wish he hadn't. He said a few nights ago the voice was SO clear he actually opened the window to check. And there was a woman's face. Right there. Hanging outside his window. 15th floor. He said she was dead pale with empty eyes and he almost passed out on the spot. He moved out shortly after.

I lost it. I taped 부적² to the windows. Sprinkled salt. Did every single thing I could think of.

Nothing worked.

That night the voice came back even more desperate than before. I pulled the blanket over my head and plugged my ears and it was still inside my skull.

So I decided I had to actually find out what was going on.

Next day I went to the building management office and asked if anything had happened in our building. The manager didn't want to talk at first but I kept pushing.

Two years ago. A woman living in our building. 13th floor. She'd been struggling mentally and on a night of heavy rain she jumped from her window.

13th floor.

The floor directly above mine.

My whole body went cold. Was that her last scream? The thing I'd been hearing every night? But that didn't make sense either. She was already gone. Why was she calling me? And why could only I hear it?

I didn't sleep for days. Just stared at the window.

And then it hit me.

She wasn't calling *me*. She never was. What I was hearing was... like an echo. A sound imprint. As she fell past the 12th floor she screamed for help one last time, and that sound got trapped in my apartment and just kept looping.

After that night I never heard her again.

I never told anyone.

But every time it rains at night now, I swear I can still hear it in the back of my ear. And sometimes I wonder. Was she really asking for help? Or was it something else she wanted.

Only she knows.

¹ 신도시 = "new town." Basically a planned city built from scratch, usually outside Seoul. Fresh buildings, no history... supposedly.

² 부적 = traditional Korean paper talisman with red ink writing. You stick it on doors/windows to ward off bad spirits. Grandma energy but people genuinely use them.