I wasn't gonna post this but… the voice outside my 12th floor window

I wasn't going to post this but it's been years and I still can't shake it.

So back in 2016 I lived in one of those brand new apartment complexes in a Gyeonggi-do satellite city. The building wasn't even 10 years old. Everything felt clean, modern, nothing-ever-happens-here kind of vibe. Which is exactly why this messes with me.

We were on the 12th floor. The building next to ours was far enough that nobody could really see into anyone's place.

And then the rumors started.

People in the complex kept saying that late at night you could hear someone calling from outside the window. I brushed it off at first. Like ok sure, probably just sound traveling from another floor. Apartment acoustics are weird.

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 quiet. And then through the window, very faint:

"please save me…"

I froze. I genuinely thought I was hearing things. But it wasn't coming from above or below. It sounded like someone was RIGHT outside the glass. whispering.

I'm on the TWELFTH FLOOR.

I crept up to the window, terrified, and looked out. Nothing. Just black. Just rain hitting the glass. I told myself I was exhausted and went back to bed.

Except it didn't stop.

Every single night after that. Same time. Same voice.

"please save me…"

"open the door…"

It got clearer. More desperate. I shut the windows tight, pulled the heavy curtains, and it still came through like the walls weren't even there. I stopped sleeping.

Eventually I thought maybe I was losing it, so I posted about it on a community site. Just to see. And that's when it got worse, because other people in my complex started commenting. They heard it too.

One guy on the 15th floor said the voice got so vivid one night that he actually opened his window to look.

And there was a woman's face. Hanging right outside the glass. 15 floors up.

He said she was completely pale and her eyes were empty. he almost passed out. He moved out not long after.

I lost it. I taped talismans¹ to the window, scattered salt, did every single thing I could think of. None of it worked. That night the voice came back, more desperate than ever. I covered my ears, pulled the blanket over my head. Didn't matter. It was already inside my head.

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

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

Two years earlier, a woman who lived on the 13th floor of MY building had jumped. She'd been struggling mentally. It happened on a night it was pouring rain.

13th floor.

The floor directly above mine.

I got chills all over. That desperate voice I'd been hearing. was that her? Her last scream on the way down? But she was already gone. Why was she still calling. Why only me.

I stared at my window for days. Couldn't sleep. And then it hit me.

She wasn't calling out to me. She never was. What I was hearing was just… an echo. The last thing she screamed as she fell past my window, trapped in my apartment somehow, replaying. I wasn't the one she was asking for help. I was just the one who got stuck listening.

After I figured that out, the voice stopped. I never heard it again. I never told anyone.

But every time it rains late at night, I swear I can still hear it faintly. And sometimes I wonder. Was she actually asking for help?

Or was she asking for something else.