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shy
Crypt Keeper
 
Australia
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 Posted - 16 March 2006 : 11:02:27 AM
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Contributed by LadyGuinvre
The earliest that I can recall a psychic experience was when I was five years old. It was January, 1952. I'd had a bad dream the night before and a sense of "doom" remained with me all morning. My mother, younger sister and I resided in an upstairs apartment of an older home. I promptly told my mother that there was going to be a fire that day, and I kept my dolly close to me. I was so upset I couldn't eat breakfast that morning. My mother decided to make an early lunch for me around 11 a.m., since I had not eaten anything. She called me from the small living room, and on the table was chicken rice soup. I played with the spoon in the bowl and watched my sister eat. I started shaking and sat up, suddenly shouting that I had to go get my dolly. I did not want her to die in the fire. I ran into the living room holding my stomach, and there were huge flames shooting from the large furnace in the living room. I grabbed my dolly, screamed for my mother and she was there in seconds. The fire department was summoned and my mother grabbed my sister and me and ran down the stairs to the outdoors - and to this day I cannot go near chicken rice soup! Another unusual occurrence happened when I was living in my own little apartment. I had done a double shift as a nurse and was exhausted, but no sooner had my head hit the pillow than I heard my name called out. I got up, went to the door, but no one was there. I looked outside, downstairs on the street thinking a boyfriend had called my name. No one. I returned to bed. Again my name was called out, this time louder: "Sandra!" I jumped out of bed and ran to the window again. No one was outside or at my door. I stood there another minute thinking I was hallucinating, when the ceiling caved in on my bed and pillow! I thanked God immediately on my knees and later recalled how that voice sounded a lot like my father's voice. (He had committed suicide in 1958.) Another incident occurred when I was in my 20s. I had a dream that I saw my mother lying in a casket (looking not quite like herself). I was sure it was she. She had her dark blonde hair up on her head, a small strand of pearls and little pearl earrings. She was youngish, only in her early 40s, so naturally it was more disturbing. I vividly remember waking with wet cheeks from crying. Six months later she died in a car accident.
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Contributed Story : Remarkable Premonitions
