I genuinely don’t know what to make of what happened last night...
A weird, unexplainable thing happened to me last night, and honestly, I was debating whether I should even post this here or not… but screw it.
Last night, I was sleeping on my rooftop, which is something I’ve always done during the summer. It’s kind of a childhood habit for me, I’ve been doing it for years, and nothing remotely like this has ever happened before.
At around 1 or 2 AM (I’m not exactly sure because I didn’t have my phone with me), I briefly woke up and looked at the sky to estimate how close it was to dawn. After that, I drifted back to sleep and had a dream.
In the dream, I was sitting at my PC, stressed out, doing wfh and frustrated because the milk I had been getting for the past few days seemed adulterated. I had already decided that I was going to confront the milkman and possibly stop buying milk from him altogether.
As I was waiting, I heard someone climbing the stairs toward my room. I assumed it was the milkman.
But when I looked… it wasn’t the guy I expected.
The person coming up the stairs was our old milkman, the one who died about a year ago. He died by suicide.
He had been our milkman for around 12 years.
As he climbed the stairs, he kept looking directly at me with this strange smirk on his face.. almost as if he was the one about to confront me. I remember feeling completely shocked. Then he climbed the final step, still smirking, carrying the milk in his hands…
And suddenly, I woke up.
I looked around, checked the sky, and felt relieved that it was just a dream.
But here’s the part that really unsettled me.
As I was drifting back to sleep, I suddenly heard a very high-pitched female voice say, “Ruko"(stop).
I genuinely don’t know how to explain this.
I was completely alone on the rooftop. There was nobody around me. So where did that voice come from? And why right after that dream?
Maybe it was just my half-asleep brain playing tricks on me, but it felt incredibly real.
What makes this even stranger is that my mom had previously told me not to mention that milkman much because his death wasn’t natural, he died by suicide. Even today, when I mentioned this to my brother, he got genuinely angry and told me not to talk about seeing him in dreams or discussing him too much, saying things like, if we talk about people with unnatural deaths means they are near us. “What if he’s somewhere near us?”
I honestly don’t know what to make of any of this.
I don’t really have anyone I feel comfortable sharing this with, so I guess I’m posting it here just to vent and maybe hear if anyone has experienced something similar.
One last strange coincidence: it was around this same month, exactly one year ago, that he died, May 2025...