I heard my mom's voice call me downstairs

One unassuming day, I was in my room minding my own business, doing things like posting to /r/atheism and /r/the_donald.

Suddenly I heard my mother call up from downstairs. "Ambigiously gendered offspring, can you come downstairs for a moment?"

I intensely gripped the edge of my computer's lid and slammed it closed in order to heighten the suspense in the story. Then I realized that I was using a desktop computer.

But no matter. I skipped over to the stairs and passed my mother. "Hello mother," I said lovingly.

Here I stopped dead in my tracks, my bare toes scraping against the second floor carpet that really needed a vacuuming. My mother. I had just passed my mother in the hallway, yet I had distinctly heard her voice from downstairs.

As I began to shake in fear, I looked to my mother on the second floor, then glanced back downstairs. I knew I did not have two mothers. At least one of them was an imposter. This-This could only mean...

"HEY!" Roared a voice. My father hurtled up the stairs. "I CALLED YOU DOWN! WHY AREN'T YOU COMING!"

I stared at him in disbelief. "B-But I just heard mother call down, and saw her here, and, and..."

I watched my father slam both of his palms into his face in anger and disappointment, damaging several important facial organs that I can't list because I am a lazy author who can't research right. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? YOU CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER'S VOICE?" He wrung his hands angrily. "WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID? I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE ABORTED YOU!"

I shrugged. "So you wanted me to go downstairs?"

My father shook his head. "I'm so disappointed in you." He lumbered back down the stairs.

I shrugged again and started walking back to my room when plOT TWIST MY MOM WAS ASPOOKY SKELETON COMMENT ON THIS STORY OR YOU WILL NEVER BE UNSPOOKED

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Credited to Spectator_Ion 

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