When I was four, I lived in a unit with my mum and dad. I was in bed one morning, when I woke up. It was very early, but it was quite light outside. I heard a soft whispering voice, and looked out my window to see who was there and the whispering stopped, but no one was there. When I sat back on my bed, the voice started again. I looked back out and it stopped. Still no one there. To this day, I still wonder if I was just dreaming, or if it really happened.