I live in the nation of Denmark, and it is where these experiences took place. It first started as far I can remember back, in 1981, in the middle of July, when I was just 11 years old, sitting in my parents living room playing with my Lego blocks.
I clearly heard a woman's voice calling my first name from behind my right shoulder and into my ear, but when I turned no one was there. It confused me back then as I was alone in the room. My father had been at work and my mom was outside working in her garden; I asked her, but she said that she had not called me.
I pushed the whole thing out of my mind at the time, but less than a week later I heard my name called out once more from behind my right shoulder. Looking back, I found no one there again. This time, the voice called me twice in one day, always from across my right shoulder in a female voice speaking just my first name.
It happened several times a week, only for it to stop for a few months. Problem is, as I grew older and the voice came back, it was also followed by a strong desire to go for a walk in a north-eastern direction out into the grassy parts outside my hometown.
Once I followed the impulse, but found myself unable to go through with it as I was prevented by a fence. The second time I followed the impulse, I ended up by a small, deep pond surrounded by trees.
I knew I was where I had to be but the voice didn't reveal itself; it just spoke my name again and I got strong feeling that I was supposed to go into the water. Fear made me stop. When I reached the edge of the pond, I just stood there, rooted to the ground while I looked into the murky water.
I was scared out of my mind by that point over the whole thing and felt my body grow cold with fear as I got the urge to back up and leave the place. My walk home wasn't fun as my heart raced with fear and my mind kept screaming that I had to go back to the pond again -- that it was vital that I did so. The voice even called out to me twice with an urgent need to it, but I went home and hid myself under my blanket.
Since then, I have only heard the voice call out to me a few dozen times, but it's always been from behind my right shoulder in a woman's voice. Last time was yesterday in the afternoon, but it was really faint sounding, like it had trouble reaching me.
I've visited the pond again three times since then, but while it scared me just to be in the place the first and third time, I felt strangely relaxed and welcome the second time as I sat at the edge of the tree line. But when I looked down into the water, my fear grew out of control and I had to run away from there again. I may no longer feel the need to go into the water, but the sight of it just makes me remember that feeling of someone else wanting me to jump into it.
I avoid the pond nowadays, but I still think about it and the voice. I love trees, forests and water, but I don't want to be alone around them anymore. Just as it was by the pond, it always feels like someone is watching me