What are the horror stories?

What happened some time ago is not a story. I bought a pot of jasmine in the supermarket in the early summer of this year, and then I went on a business trip in the late summer. I dried it without watering it, but I didn't throw it away immediately. I continued to put it on the windowsill at the bedside and watered it when I remembered it, to see if I could remedy it. The community I live in is usually quiet, and closing the window can almost achieve the effect of a quiet room. This is the background. One morning, I suddenly felt very noisy outside the window. It's like four or five old ladies quarreling loudly. Then I was half asleep, because I was very sensitive to light, and I felt it should be like 5 or 6 o'clock, so I didn't want to get up and close the window at all. But those quarrels were so loud that I turned over and pulled the quilt to fall asleep quickly. At this time, I heard a particularly clear voice from the end of the bed: "Shh-"The quarrel of my mother-in-law outside the window disappeared instantly. The whole room was unusually quiet. I closed my eyes. At that time, I thought I was asleep, and the distance of this "shh-"was wrong. On second thought, I sat up.