I was getting ready for school in high school, senior year and running late, per usual. My mom handled upstairs like Come on, you got to get going. And about 10 minutes later, I thought I heard her yell my name again like Christine, but it sounded much different. Um, so I thought she was angry, but I went downstairs. I was like, I'm coming. Like I'm ready. And she had left 10 minutes prior when she warned me the first time, so no one else was in the house, but yet I heard someone call my name.