The daughter was engrossed in her homework, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard, eyes fixated on the screen.

Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice calling her for dinner. She sighed, saved her work, and began to get up.

The daughter walked towards the stairs, her mind still tangled in the equations she had been solving.

Suddenly, hands grabbed her, pulling her into the laundry room. She screamed, but it was her mother, her eyes filled with terror.

"Don't go down there honey, I heard it too." Her mother's voice was shaking, her eyes teary.

The daughter looked at her mother, her heart pounding. She had heard her mother call her, but who was downstairs then?

"We need to call the police," the daughter said, her voice barely a whisper, her mind racing with fear and confusion.

Her mother nodded, her hands shaking as she pulled out her phone. The house was eerily silent, the only sound was their heavy breathing.

They waited in the laundry room, the sirens growing louder. The daughter clung to her mother, her body shaking with fear.

The police arrived, their radios crackling. The mother explained the situation, her voice trembling.

They searched the house, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. The daughter and her mother waited in silence, their hearts pounding.

The police found no one. They suggested it could have been an echo or a prank. The mother thanked them, but her eyes were still filled with fear.

The daughter and her mother sat in the living room, the house now eerily quiet. They both knew it wasn't a prank or an echo.

They decided to stay together for the night, the daughter's room feeling too far away. They barely slept, the fear and confusion keeping them awake.

They woke up early, their eyes heavy with sleeplessness. The fear from last night still hung in the air.

The daughter decided to finish her homework, the normalcy of the task somehow comforting. Her mother made breakfast, the clattering of the dishes echoing in the house.

They talked about mundane things, avoiding the topic of last night. The fear was still there, but they were trying to move past it.

The daughter and her mother sat at the dining table, their breakfast untouched. The silence was uncomfortable, but they couldn't find words to fill it.

They decided to take the day off, the events of last night still fresh in their minds. The house felt different, the walls echoing with their unspoken fears.

They spent the day together, watching movies and talking. They were trying to forget, to pretend everything was normal.

The fear gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of unease. They didn't hear the voice again, but the memory of it was enough to send chills down their spine.

The house was quiet again, the usual sounds replaced by their whispered conversations. They knew they would never forget the night of the mother's call.