A Voice Behind the Gate Knew My Name

I remember this happened to me, it's probably the only thing in my whole life that seems paranormal to me.

One summer I went to visit my aunt for a couple of days in a village. Everything was as usual, I helped her with some small things in the garden, packed some food for my mother, and the next day I was supposed to leave. In the morning I wake up, we had breakfast, she went to the store, and asked me before leaving to transfer family photos from the laptop to a flash drive, or something like that, I don't remember well.
So I'm sitting there clicking away in the kitchen, no one in the house, outside the window that very "MIDDAY HORROR" the sun was blazing, sky clear, silence, through the open window only birds could be heard. And then out of nowhere I get an irresistible urge to look at the gate, and the kitchen window faced it. Sounds stupid of course, but there were no sounds or anything, just a very intrusive thought appeared, as if someone had come or something.
I go to the window, pull back the curtain and stand there staring for a minute, and her gate and fence were tall, so if someone stood behind the fence - from the first floor you couldn't see them. So I stood there looking for a couple of minutes, and this feeling of someone's presence didn't leave me. Well I think maybe someone came to see my aunt, or maybe the postman. I decided to lean out the window and call out.

I shout – "Who's there?"
And in response I get: "It's us!", and in a teenager's voice, no idea how old but definitely not an adult.
I thought who's "us", I don't know anyone in the village except my aunt, so I answer "Who's us?"
In response "Well come out, Sash! It's important!"

And I don't know why, it seemed like weird shit, how does some kid know my name, and I shouldn't give a fuck anyway – but I decided to actually go out and open, see who's there. And I didn't feel any fear in the moment. So literally right away without delay I go out into the yard, unlock the gate and.. there's just no one. Yeah, you might think I'm just an idiot and don't understand that kids play pranks like that often, like ring the doorbell and run away. But my aunt's house stood on a straight and long street, so no one could have run away down the road unnoticed, since I came out right away.. and I would have heard running or some scurrying. The houses are also right next to each other, fenced off, nowhere to hide, and they couldn't have run into their own yard that fast either, but I still went out onto the road just in case, checked the ditches. Empty, no one at all – the same silence on the whole street, not even a sound from the neighbors' yards.

My aunt came back only about half an hour later, I told her, she was surprised. I asked if anyone was supposed to come see her? She says no, she wasn't expecting anyone. Then I asked if she had told anyone from the locals what her nephew's name was.. she says no too, the conversation never came up. And she said there are almost no small children on this street, mostly just old pensioners, and their grandkids don't even visit them. Anyway, we were surprised and said fuck it. And only on the way home on the train did I start thinking that it was some creepy shit… that's how it is.