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The original was posted on /r/ghoststories by /u/Sara_Payton on 2025-09-30 10:56:01+00:00.

My mother’s family tells this story at every gathering. With six siblings, I’ve heard it from nearly all of them, each version was the same, each one chilling.

When my mom was young, they lived on an isolated farm with my grandmother. The nearest neighbor was a mile away. The house sat 150 meters back from the highway. connected only by dark patchy driveway. My grandmother would leave at dawn to work at the farm and sell produce, returning most nights at around 6PM on the evening bus.

My aunt Ana, the eldest, was only 12. Far too young to watch five siblings alone. But those were brutal times, my grandmother did what she had to do to feed her children.

They had a routine; when Grandma came home, she’d call out from the highway for help carrying the groceries. The children would race down the drive way because she always brought them snacks.

One evening, around 6PM, they heard her voice clearly echoing from a familiar distance, “Come out and help me with my stuff”.

Four of them rushed outside, my mother included. They thought it was odd they didnt heard the bus, but dismissed it. The driveway had no lights, when they reached the highway, no one was there. The road stretched empty in both directions.

After calling out several times, my aunt felt a sudden chill and ordered everyone back inside.

Thats when the realization hit them. They had all heard it, my grandmother’s exact voice, her usual words, at her usual time. Some began to cry. Others prayed after locking all the doors and windows. No one slept that night.

The next morning, my grandmother reutned early. She’d missed the last bus and had to stay in town overnight.

So who called them out into the darkness?