I'm not sure what to make of this and thought after reading several stories here, someone might have ideas. Ever since I can remember I would hear my name called. Not as I was falling asleep, in the middle of the day. I would often go to my mother and ask her what she wanted. She would tell me she didn't call me. She would say "it's the devil calling your name". I'm assuming this was an old wives tale and she is just that way. It never scared me though I just went back to playing.
I don't really remember hearing it much after the age of 12 or so until I was 17. I had graduated high school early and my older sister had been diagnosed with epilepsy. I moved in with her and her family to help with her and my nephew (he was 6 at the time). I was working third shift, came home took "D" to school checked on my sister (she slept a lot due to the medication for epilepsy) and I settled in on the couch. I had been asleep for about 2 hours when I heard my sister call me. I remember now though it seemed as if she were right next to me not in another room, but at the time I didn't think that far. I got up and opened her door, she was laying in the floor in the middle of a grand mal seizure. I got her through it put her to bed and went to bed myself. Later that evening we were eating dinner I told my sister it was a good thing she called me or I wouldn't have known she was seizing. She looked at me very confused and stated very matter of fact that she never said my name, she said the seizure hit her so fast she didn't have time to.
It still gives me the chills thinking about it. I've always had "instincts" about people, don't know if that's the right word, feeling, maybe on weather they would be good or bad to have around me.
I hope I didn't bore anyone and sorry it was so long of a story, just no short way around it.