I was around eight or nine when this happened and had a very big mind about the paranormal except a word that I know today.
I was playing on the edge of the forest with a few of my friends when out of nowhere a voice came from the woods, it sounded just like my mother.
The voice only repeated itself once and I can assure you I remained at the edge, I walked the area around to see if anything was there, Nothing was in sight.
I walked up into the breezeway where I yelled up to my mother shortly afterwards and asked her if she called for me, The answer she gave me made me want to run up the steps, her answer was NO.
Years later, when I heard a few similar stories pertaining a certain creature called the Wendigo, I may have frozen when it particularly matched the occurrence of my own.