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December 2001
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Psychic
Son
by Deborah S.
I have a picture of my six-year-old son, Connor, who seems to communicate with the dead. I thought it was crazy at first, but things seem to consistently show up in pictures with him - the pictures and negatives were developed twice and it was a white smoky entity and we have had two separate experiences
The first started when he was two to three years old. He kept talking of his friend John. We thought it was an imaginary friend and ignored it until "John" told Connor things that would happen, and they did happen, always the way he said. One night my ex-husband was going through a photo album, one I had never even seen. It was about six months after this "John" thing started. My son started pointing at a picture and saying, "That's John! That's my friend, John." My ex husband began to cry and said that was his best friend John who was killed by a drunk driver many years before we'd met. He'd NEVER spoken of him to us.
The second experience was Memorial Day weekend, 2000. I had a friend, Kevin, who was also very close with my son. He disappeared and had committed suicide, shooting himself in the head. I never told my son how he died and made sure he was not anywhere he could possibly overhear how he died. I did take him to the funeral. He was sad and did not understand death. I was very upset, and the one thing that bothered and troubled me most was I needed to know he was okay. I was awakened in the middle of the night by my son. He said, "Mommy, Kevin wants to talk to you." He began pointing at something I could not see. He talked to something for a few minutes and then said, "Mommy, you can't see because you don't believe. He said to tell you that he is okay. And, mommy, he had the race car I put in his bed (coffin) with him. He didn't mean to make people sad and he's sorry he killed himself. He was such a pretty kind of yellowish color and so happy. He said he loved me too."
I was scared and now completely awake. An overwhelming smell of cloves seemed to fill my house; my neighbors also smelled it into the next day. Kevin smoked clove cigarettes. I called my mother, who is a pretty well-known psychic, just to make sure she also smelled it. She did.
My son will say things to me like, "Don't drive now, mom." And if I persist he will go ballistic. There was a night he pleaded with me to go play bingo. I won $1,900 dollars that night.
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