The Whisper Beyond the Gate: A Poltergeist in the Village?

Based on true events, as told by Elena,” June 2025

It began on Pentecost Eve, three years ago. Elena remembers the night vividly. It was hot-one of those still, suffocating village nights when every sound seems louder than it should be. 

The bedroom door was open to let in some air.

Sometime after 2 a.m., a voice woke her up.

“ELENA!” her husband’s voice called sharply from the kitchen.

Half-asleep, she lifted her head from the pillow and shouted back, “Yes, ANDREI?!”

No response.

Then again, louder: “ELENA!”

Frustrated, she sat up and yelled, “YES, ANDREI, WHAT?!”

Still nothing.

And that’s when she turned to her left.

Her husband was lying next to her. Asleep.

She froze.

That night, she remembered something her mother-in-law once told her: “If something calls you by name at night, don’t answer.” But it was too late.

Terrified, she clung to her husband until sleep claimed her again.

A few nights passed without incident. Then, something even stranger happened.

She woke up outside. Naked. Three houses down the road.

She didn’t know where she was going. She only knew she had to get back home before anyone saw her.

The nights that followed blurred into each other, more bizarre than the last.

One night, she woke up half-dressed, wearing just a T-shirt, crouched among her mother-in-law’s tomato plants.

Another night, she was fully clothed, standing on the flat stone platform in front of their gate, mid-step, walking somewhere. But where?

After the third episode, she finally told her husband everything.

Since that night, he locks the front door with the key every single evening. Without fail.

She never found an explanation. No dreams, no sleepwalking history. Just a deep, eerie sense that something—something was calling her. Leading her out. Pulling her away from the safety of her home.

For nearly a year, she couldn’t sleep alone. If her husband wasn’t home, she waited up all night with the lights on, afraid she’d leave again. And what if next time, she didn’t return?

The house still stands on the main road of the village. Quiet during the day. But at night... sometimes, when the air is just right, Elena swears she hears her name.

But now, she never answers…

📖 This story is part of the "Transylvanian Shadows" series - true encounters from local folklore that will be published in upcoming volumes this summer.