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June 2001
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Justice
From Beyond
by Tami L.
During my life, I have had numerous psychic experiences. One that stands out strongest in my mind happened a couple of years ago. I had lost touch with one of my long-time friends, Roberta. She had moved from the last known address I had for her. I went by the house she had lived in and there were a couple of workers in the house doing some repairs. I asked if anyone knew where the previous occupant of the house had moved to. No one did, but one of the guys said that he remembered Roberta had said her phone number had stayed the same. I went home and called her. As we talked, I hadn't realized it had been over a year since we had spoke. She told me her new address and asked me to stop by to see her new house. A few days later I found the address and went up to knock on the door. When she answered the door she invited me in. I walked in the door, walked about three steps, and walked right back out the door onto the porch. She laughed at me and asked me what I was doing. I told her I didn't know, I just had an overwhelming feeling of anger coming at me. I asked her if she was mad at me and, still laughing, she claimed that she wasn't, after all we hadn't seen each other in over a year, what did she have to be mad at me about?
About this time her husband came into where we were, Roberta in the doorway, me still on the front porch. Jeff, Roberta's husband said, "Come in here and sit down, we need to talk to you." He asked Roberta, "You didn't tell her?" "Tell me what?" I asked. "I didn't tell her yet." Roberta announced. "What is going on?" I asked. The story they told me made every hair on my body stand on end. In 1969, in the house they lived in, a single woman had lived alone for a number of years. She worked at the old factory behind the house, which at that time was in full use. One morning she didn't show up for work and her boss was worried. It was not like her to be late or not show up for work. She was very dependable. Since she lived so close to the factory, the boss went to her house to see if she was ok. What he found was very horrifying and gruesome. He found the woman, Anne, lying on the floor, only feet from the front door surrounded by a pool of blood. She had been stabbed over 19 times and her body had been mutilated. They did convict someone of the murder. A neighbor who live a few yards away was sentenced to jail.
This story took a strange turn that even I was not prepared for. A few days later I was telling my husband the whole story as I have just recounted for you. We were on our way home at the time, we live out of town. All of a sudden I had an idea. "Let's go to the library to look up the murder in the paper. There must be news coverage on such a vicious murder stored on microfilm." So I did a U-turn and we headed off the the library. I new the year the murder occurred, so I was relatively easy to find the articles covered in the paper. I'll never forget the feelings I had as I looked over the media coverage of the murder, and the murder scene. The coverage was in black and white, but I understood why I felt those overpowering feelings I had experienced at the house. What this man did to Anne was inhuman. But my story doesn't end here. Just as we were about to leave the library a Columbus TV news team showed up in the downstairs area of the library. They were waiting on the same microfilm we were looking at! I was asked why I was interested in the story, and I said because my friend had just moved into the house. I was then asked what the address of the house was, and I asked why they were so interested in the story. They said the man who had committed the murder was coming up for parole in a couple of weeks and they were trying to get information on the murder so they could cover the story effectively.
I gave them the address, and quickly found a payphone so I could warn Roberta news reporters were coming to her house. She was totally unprepared for that, but she was on the front page of the local paper the next day recounting how she had been drawn to buy the house even though she had been told of the tragedy that had occurred within its walls. She petitioned the neighborhood, and thousands of signatures were collected, to try to keep the man who had killed Ann behind bars. I very happy to say the petitions was a success, and he was denied parole. I think the odd events that took place the way they did was Ann reaching out to the living, trying to keep the man who took her life where he belongs, behind bars.
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