I was on a flight from Los Angeles to Tampa, Florida when I realized I had forgotten to leave the key under the front doormat for my friend Alice who was going to feed and walk the dogs.

Because she’s one of the few people who doesn’t carry a cell phone, there was no way I could call to tell her that I always hid a spare key in the shed beside the garage.  I could visualize my two collies running around the house, desperate to get outside to relieve themselves.  I could also visualize Alice’s look of disappointment and frustration at not being able to get inside the house.

The moment I got off the plane my cell phone beeped and it was Alice.  I started to apologize and explain where the extra key was hidden, and I was taken aback when she said she had found it and everything was OK.

I didn’t understand, as I had never revealed the extra key to her, but she said when she was standing in front of the door, the image of the key on a shelf in the shed kept appearing in her mind.  She said she knew the thought was coming from me, and she wasn’t the least bit surprised when she found the key precisely where she had envisioned it.

I’ve had somewhat similar experiences with my sister Jodi over the years but never with anyone else.  Even to this day, I’ll get an “instant message” from Jodi, and I’ll pick up the phone and tell her exactly what she had relayed telepathically.

Helen Basset
Jackson, Miss.

It was September, 2005 and I had just returned from a trip to Europe.  I had been gone the entire summer, and although I was glad to be back and get on with my life, I had mixed emotions because I had left Linda, the woman of my dreams.

Let me explain.

Linda was living in London, and we had met accidentally in a busy pub one Friday night.  We hit it off immediately, and I could tell by her face that she was really into me.  For the next several weeks, we were inseparable.  She had a part time job and every spare moment was spent with me.

But Linda told me she had no intention of leaving London and coming back to the states.  As I am at a place in life where I want to settle down and raise a family, I was devastated that day at Heathrow when we said goodbye.  Linda made it clear that although she loved me, there was no way she would compromise.

Tears were streaming down her face (I was controlling mine), but she was resolute, and that was that.

I spent the next month job hunting.  The European trip had been a present to myself after voluntarily leaving a job that I held for twelve years.  But Linda was never far from my mind.  In fact, this is why I’m writing you.

I believe in the power of positive thinking and that most of us possess psychic ability to one degree or another.

Although Linda and I had agreed not to write each other for fear of dragging out the agony, each night I meditated and silently called out to her to reconsider and come back.  Night after night after night, I envisioned hearing a knock on the door and upon opening it, there she stood, suitcase in hand, and a look in her eye that said I’m yours.

Well, I admit it didn’t happen exactly that way.  But she did come back six months later.  And the first thing Linda did was call me from the airport to ask me to come and get her.  When we finally laid eyes on one another, she said she had heard my pleas night after night and she repeated precisely the same words I had used.

Jesse Kelter
Covington, KY

My wife and I were taking a walk in the neighborhood and we were stunned when we came across an unnerving sight.

Two youngsters were hovered over an apparently injured dog and they summoned us over to help them.  The Golden Retriever was lying on its side without an apparent injury.  He was able to raise his head, and typical of his breed, he licked anyone who tried to pet him.

But something was wrong because he wasn’t even trying to get up.

Then a passing car screeched to a halt, and a woman jumped out of the car.  “Sampson, Sampson,” she shouted as she rushed over to the dog.  “Oh I’m so happy I found you.”

And at that moment, the dog leaped to his feet, and you could almost see the joy in his face.  I explained to the woman that Sampson had refused to get up, and we didn’t know what was wrong with him.  She replied that Sampson had run off when the gardener had accidentally left the back yard gate open.

She went on to explain that she knew when a dog was lost it had a tendency to run and run until it was exhausted.  And the dog could end up tens of miles away from home.  “So,” she went on, “I kept shouting in my mind ‘lie down, lie down,’ with the hope I could silently communicate with him.”

I would have been skeptical had I not witnessed the event with my own eyes.  It was the most amazing thing I had ever witnessed.

Gary Emanuel
Las Vegas, NV

I am fifteen and a friend of mine said you publish true psychic stories if they meet two criteria:  they’re true and they’re interesting.

Here’s my story.  It’s true.  You can be the judge if it’s interesting or not.

My first and last boyfriend, Jeremy (not his real name as to not embarrass him), and I used to go down to the lake and hang out.  He is very shy and it took quite a while for him to even put his arm around my shoulders.

But one afternoon, I kind of kept leaning against him and he really didn’t have a choice but to hold me.  I could tell he was a bit nervous about it and sensed that maybe he had never done that before, but I could also tell he liked it and was very excited.

Anyway, just as I thought things would start to get interesting, we noticed a duck that was hobbling along, trying to fly but not being able to get off the ground.  Then we realized it had a broken wing, and we knew it was a matter of time before some animal killed it.

At first we tried to approach it, but it kept running away from us, stumbling and hurting itself more.  The more we tried, the more afraid it got.

Then Jeremy said, let me try something.  He asked me to move further away from the bird, which I did.  Then he sat down and closed his eyes.  Well, the darndest thing happened.  That duck at first kept walking away and by now it was thirty or forty yards away.  But then it stopped, slowly turned and looked at Jeremy.

Then, and I still find it hard to believe, it walked back, all the way up to Jeremy and just about sat in his lap.

We were able to bring it to the local vet who was nice enough to treat the duck for free and not charge us anything.  And Jeremy explained that when he sat down he silently communicated with the duck and told it he meant no harm.

If I hadn’t seen it I wouldn’t have believed it.

J. Bridgeport
Madison, WI

I am by nature a shy person, but for so long I’ve wanted to approach him.  I can tell he’s a good man.  My instincts are rarely wrong, and I’ve heard him talk to the checkout people.  I knew he was intelligent, well bred and had a nice sense of humor.

A couple of weeks ago I decided to try something I’ve used in the past, and that is to try to connect with him with my mind.  I admit I augmented it by trying to catch his eye and by smiling at him – things I’ve done in the past, but to no avail.

But this time when I spotted him in the frozen foods section I decided to walk towards him with the thought in mind that I love him.  Yes, I said love him.

Well, I must have had a wonderful look on my face because his face beamed and he smiled broadly at me.  He said hello as I walked  by.  I nodded and kept walking (remember, I’m shy), but then I heard a voice in my head say please stop.

I turned and said, “what?”  He kind of looked odd and I said did you just say please stop?  He replied that he hadn’t said it aloud but had thought it – those exact words!

We both laughed and at last the barrier between us was shattered.

We’ve gone out for coffee and dinner a few times since that day, and I have a hunch it will lead somewhere.  But it wouldn’t have happened had I not picked up on his silent plea:  please stop.

S. Gibbons
Oklahoma City, OK

I own a small temp agency and have being doing this for over twenty years.  Last week I had an experience I will never forget.  And one thing is very clear:  I will never be able to understand or explain what happened.

Her name is Marge and she walked in the door unannounced and without an appointment.

Marge is about forty years old, about 5’4″ tall, slightly stocky but with a very appealing presence.  She explained she had just moved to California from back East, and she was just settling in to her new life with her longtime boyfriend.

Marge sat down before I had a chance to tell her she needed an appointment, and I immediately had the impression that she was different.  Different in the sense that the look in her eyes was unlike anything I had ever seen.

It was a kind of “all-knowing” look.  She had the eyes of someone ancient, someone whose experience had implanted both knowledge and sadness.  And when she began to talk I was absolutely mesmerized by what she had to say.

She told me fascinating stories about her childhood.  Her father had been a missionary in Africa and was killed by a raiding party in Kenya when she was only a child.  She was then raised by an aunt because her mother never recovered from the violent death of her husband.

And her tales of her life with her aunt was fascinating because she explained that her aunt had remarkable powers of ESP and that many of these powers had been “transferred” to her.  By this she meant that she, too, could read minds and know exactly what someone was thinking.

Actually, when she told me this I was wondering what my wife’s reaction would be when I told her what I was now hearing.  To my surprise, Marge blurted out:  “She will think I’m crazy.”

I said, “What did you say?”  Marge replied: “Your wife will think I’m a nut.”  Well, that left me with no doubt whatsoever that Marge does, indeed, have the gift of ESP.

She went on to tell me other things that crossed my mind during our conversation, such as guessing correctly the names of two of my three kids’ names.  And something about my childhood that was very personal – which I don’t care to reveal to anyone else, not even my wife.

I’ve never had an experience like this before.

Two days ago, I was able to place Marge on a work assignment and I have very high aspirations for her.  She is an exceptional person.

C. Torres
Chico, CA

I want to relay an incident that happened to myself and a good friend of mine.

We were taking a stroll in a park near my home here in Tampa.  It was a dark night and drizzling, so very few people were out.  Suddenly, out from the bushes jumped two young men.  I knew we were in for some serious trouble, and I was scared out of my wits.

My friend, Stan, however, whispered to me that he would do all the talking and cautioned me not to make any quick moves.

I did as he said because Stan was the type who could take care of himself.  Although he was in his mid-fifties, Stan had boxed while in the navy.  However, that was a long, long time ago and I wondered what Stan had in mind.

The two men approached us.  They were both over six feet tall and had an arrogant attitude.  And they had smirks on their faces.  I was really frightened.

They made no bones about what they wanted and held out their hands without saying a word.  They were asking us for money, but as I started to reach for my wallet, Stan grabbed my arm without saying anything.  Then he pointed at them.  I mean he thrust out his arm and just stood their pointing, his finger only inches away from one of the men’s eyes.

The man tried to slap Stan’s hand away from his face, but Stan’s arm didn’t budge.  I could see the smirks on their faces disappear, and I was amazed to see fear in their eyes.  Somehow Stan was overpowering them with his mind.

The two men seemed to hesitate for a moment or two.  It was eerily silent, but Stan’s gaze seemed to penetrate them, and slowly, very slowly, they started to retreat.

Afterwards, Stan explained that he learned in the Navy that if he convinced himself that he was all-powerful, he could convey that attitude to others, and in the past it had kept him out of several confrontations.

I know one thing for sure and that is during the attempted hold-up a feeling came over me that I was standing next to a giant, a giant that would not be defeated.  It was an incredible incident and I will never forget it.

B. Waine
Tampa, FL

Her name is Angel, and she is truly an angel.

The way we work it here in the office is I’m given an assignment, usually a product for which to create an ad.  I’ll write the copy than arrange a meeting with Angel so she can do the artwork.

Our mission is to create an ad or ads that people will be drawn to and remember.  When I first sit down with Angel, I am usually geared up to present her with my ideas, but most of the time she simply picks up on my thoughts and starts sketching ideas that I have in my mind.

I don’t know how she does it, but time after time she usually hits it on the mark.  She has the ability to climb inside my head, and it’s both fascinating and unnerving.

One minor problem is she is quite beautiful and sexy, but we stay careful not to get personal as our company has strict policies about “extra-curricular” activities.  The problem, of course, is sometimes I can’t take my eyes off her and she knows exactly what I’m thinking.  I mean to the last detail, if you know what I mean.

It has happened more than once when I have a vision of the two of us in a compromising position, and she has whispered in my ear, “Nice thought but forget it buster.”

Fortunately she has a good sense of humor, but it is unnerving knowing she can see what I am envisioning.  It helps in creating an advertising campaign but embarrassing when I’m thinking of “other” things.

B. Andrews
White Plains, NY

I’ve been reading your weekly psychic stories for some time and wanted to tell you my true story.

It was eleven o’clock in the evening on a hot August night in the summer of 2007.  I had the TV on and was starting to doze off on the sofa when the doorbell rang.

As I approached the door, and without looking, I knew who was there.  I was so positive, I yelled out, Bob, is that you?  Now what’s so strange about that is I hadn’t seen Bob in over seven years.  He had left town in a hurry and neglected to say good-bye to even his closest friends like me.

When I opened the door, there he was.  A little bit older, a few more wrinkles, and he looked like he had lost some weight.  I invited him in, and what Bob told me almost made my heart stop.

Bob said he had just returned to town and had been thinking of me all day.  In fact, he said he was about to turn away from the door after ringing the doorbell, but he heard me call out his name.  He said he had no choice but to come in.

He said he had left town in a hurry because he was afraid he was going insane.  He said his mind was constantly filled with images, many of which would come true.  He could see an auto crash or a headline in the paper or a baseball score…days before they occurred.  And he said he could implant thoughts in the minds of others.

That’s when I knew he was telling the truth because I knew he was at the door despite not seeing him for years.

He has inner demons that he’s trying to cast out of his mind, but he says he doesn’t mind the premonitions.  It’s the other things that are cluttering his mind.  He’s in therapy now and is trying to straighten out his life.

I asked him if he could tell me what the stock market would do in advance and he said he’d think about it.

M. Hampton
Louisville, KY

About two years ago, Debbie, a new teller came on the job at my local bank.  I would see her often because she was always at the business window, and I would hand over the day’s deposits.

After a while we became friendly and I asked her out.  It was something I rarely did, ask someone for a date that, if it didn’t work out, I’d still be seeing due to business.  But she was so cute, I couldn’t resist.

At first the evening went well, but then her mood began to change, not in a bad way, but I could tell something was on her mind.

She began asking probing questions about my family, and I was starting to feel a little uneasy because she was getting a bit too personal.  When she realized I was starting to hold back, she told me she sensed something was amiss and she was trying to get to the bottom of it.

She started honing in on my sister, who at that time had just moved to Florida to live with her fiancé.  Debbie said she couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt my sister’s presence.  I asked what that meant and she explained that sometimes she picks up on someone who could be far away, and in this case it was a person whom she had never met.

I didn’t think much of it that night, but the next day I received a call from my father explaining that my sister had been rushed to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.  When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.

J. Malone
New Orleans, LA