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Psychic Sense
by Gena
Ever since I was little, I was able to do some things that not everyone could do. I was able to describe a house my mother went to when she was pregnant with me, but I never went to the house after I was born, and my family never discussed this house for some unknown reason with me. But I could describe this house inside and out in detail.
I was also able to fly in my sleep. I know this sounds like some kook, but I could tell my parents of places I went to in my sleep, and sure enough that place would be there. I've always dreamed about my several great grandmothers back as she was a Cherokee medicine woman, which was not very common back then. I would be able to tell my friends or family not to go somewhere because I had a bad feeling, and they learned to listen to me. It seems if I dream it three times in a row, it happens... and I dream of things that happen in the future that have come true.
I have seen dead people running across the road into cemeteries, and can most generally tell if someone has died violently in a house or building. A doctor friend of my mom's (before she passed away) had bought an old house. Knowing how I love them, he had my mom sent a message for me to come and see his new house. When I first entered, I did okay, but the stairs were in the middle of the house, which was unusual, but he assured me that a doctor had this house at one time and it was common for the stairs to be in the center since his practice was at the bottom and his living quarters were on the second floor.
As I went up the stairs, every hair on the back of my neck stood up, which is a basic warning, but I proceeded. The stairs led straight into the kitchen. Off to the left of the kitchen was a door that kept drawing me and I asked him what it was. He stated it was an old dry cellar for storing potatoes, etc. While they moved on to see the rest of the house, I had to see inside this room. I opened the door and smelled this horrid smell and was instantly sick to my stomach. I headed downstairs and was trying to get out when the doctor and my mother grabbed me and escorted me outside. They said I was a white as a ghost.
I asked doctor if he had checked out this house before he bought it. He said it was just and old house, but I told him that was wrong and to find out what happened because it was very violent. He started researching and found out that the man who lived in this house had murdered his entire family and left them in the dry cellar. It was not until the summer months when neighbors started to complain about the sewage smell that the police investigated. Two nights after he found out this information, his brother came to help him with the house. The bed started to shake and the next thing he knew his brother was bitten. Not a small bite either. Needless to say, he sold the house and moved.
About six months later, he was in a bicycle marathon and was hit by a truck.
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