“I looked up and saw a long, big silver box with red on top of it floating across the room. Dark figures walked beside it.”

My psychic experience is one I will never forget because I recorded the time – 4:17a.m. The event involved the son of one of my dearest friends, a young man who was as close to me as my own son.

On December 23rd, around 4a.m., I opened the door for my daughter who was coming home from work. I was still up because I never go to sleep until very late. I went back to the bedroom, turned out the light and settled down.

All of a sudden, I heard a horrible crashing sound coming from the right-hand corner of the ceiling. I looked up and saw a long, big silver box with red on top of it floating across the room. Dark figures walked beside it.

Around 8:30 that morning, my daughter came into my bedroom crying, “Mother, Kevin was killed this morning around 5:30 a.m. in a car wreck.”

We were all torn apart. I didn’t think of my vision again until I went to the funeral home. His mother and I were standing in front of the casket talking and crying when I said, “That’s what I heard and saw.”

I realized the silver was the casket, the dark figures were the pallbearers, and the red was the U.S. flag draped across the coffin. The noise I had heard was the crashing car.

I had seen the incident one hour and thirteen minutes before it happened!

J. Ely
Wise, VA

“He’s standing there at the end of my bed, but he isn’t saying anything.”

When our beloved neighbor, Henry, and his son, Allen, were in a tragic automobile accident our entire neighborhood was devastated.

We are a close-knit community, have street fairs, barbecues, etc. and have made numerous friends over the years.  Henry died that day and his son was left in a coma for two weeks.  The doctors feared Allen would never wake up.

My husband and I would visit him just about every day, and while we were taking a break in the lounge, one of the nurses came rushing in and said come with me.  She led us into Allen’s room and we were astonished to see him awake.  His eyes were open and he was trying to speak but nothing was coming out.

The nurse gave him a sip of water, and he started to make audible sounds.  Then he looked at my husband and said, “Is my father OK?”

We didn’t know what to say.  Again he said, “Is my father OK?”

My husband looked at me and said, “Yes, he’s OK.”  Then Allen looked a bit puzzled and said, “Why isn’t he answering me?”  I asked what do you mean.  And he said, “He’s standing there at the end of my bed, but he isn’t saying anything.”

We looked but couldn’t see anything.  My husband sighed and took Allen’s hand.  “Allen,” he said, “I’m afraid your dad didn’t make it.”  Allen nodded but said nothing.

Well, Allen recovered.  It took a long time, but he made it.  His mother said he never mentioned it again that he saw his dead father at his bedside.

J. Cantor
Minneapolis, MN

“It was the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

A little over a month ago, I was walking down the street here in Toronto and heard a loud crash.

Right in front of my eyes, a SUV had suddenly cut over two lanes and crashed into the rear end of a smaller car.  To my amazement, the driver of the SUV backed up, pulled around the damaged car and sped off.

I wasn’t close enough to catch the number of the license plate and felt helpless that the driver was getting away.  After checking to see if the driver of the other car was OK, I told him that I could still see the moment of impact very clearly in my mind.

Then I realized it was as if it were a still photograph.  And what’s more, it was so clear that “now” I could make out the license plate number.  The amazing thing is when the SUV drove off I couldn’t see the number, but now I could actually see it in my mind.

I wrote down the number and gave it to him.  He called me a few days later and said that the police found the driver and verified from the dents in his vehicle that it was the person who ran into him.

It was the strangest thing that’s ever happened to me.

When I was in school, I used to envy those rare people who had a photographic memory, but unfortunately I wasn’t one of them.  Now I can understand what an amazing gift it can be.  What I don’t understand is why it happened to me that one time.

I only know I’m thankful it did happen.

T. Frabinna
Toronto, Canada

“Was this a forecast of disaster for our new place”?

It was moving day, and Jeff, my husband, was acting odd.

He’s a calm, self-contained person and as solid as a rock.  But something was wrong, I could tell by his look.  When I asked him about it, he said everything’s OK, not to worry.

This is what was going through my mind as we were awaiting the moving van to arrive.  We had been shopping for a home for over a year.  Finally, we located a house in the suburbs where we felt the kids could go to a good school and we could live there for years to come.

While I was standing outside the front door, watching hopefully for the moving van, Jeff came up to me and said he was feeling weird.  He took my hand and said he was having visions and thoughts racing through his mind, but, unfortunately, they weren’t clear, and he was a bit confused.

He said something odd was going on, but he didn’t know what.  I had never seen him this way, and I was concerned.  Also, the van was late, and that troubled me as well.

Jeff said that premonitions of disaster were taking over his mind and that he knew something had happened.  He just knew it.

Now the van was half an hour late.  Then an hour, then two hours.  We called the company but no one answered.  The phone kept ringing but no one picked up.

We were beside ourselves with anxiety because we had sold our current house and the new owners were prepared to move in the next day.  What were we going to do if these guys didn’t show?  And was this a forecast of disaster for our new place?

Then the phone rang.  There had been a horrible accident on the freeway.  Our moving van wasn’t involved, but they were sitting there unable to move.  They said things were starting to clear up and they would be here in thirty minutes.

All of a sudden, Jeff ran out to the front lawn where I was standing. He had the TV on and he was watching the helicopter hovering over the accident.  He said the disaster he was watching on TV was the same vision that had been in his mind since the moment the van was late.

He said, “I saw it happen.  I saw one car ram into the center divider and bounce off and slam into another car.  I saw the entire thing in my mind.”

Well, the moving van finally arrived, and we have been living in the new house for several weeks.  And my normally calm, skeptical husband is still telling everyone about his premonition of disaster.

B. Helenski
San Diego, CA

“My son had “felt” the crash and had actually toppled over in the kitchen.”

It was seven o’clock in the evening and I was stuck in traffic.

I had worked a long day and I was beside myself because it was my son’s birthday, and I had told him I’d be home early and we’d all go out for dinner to celebrate.

Worse yet, my cell phone’s battery was running low, and I couldn’t call home to alert everyone I was stuck in traffic.

Then this motorcycle, seemingly out of the blue, crashes into me.  Fortunately, I had my seatbelt on, but the other guy goes flying over the top of my hood, crashing to the ground.

I rushed out of my car to help him, but I could see he wasn’t moving.  He was unconscious and blood was streaming from his head.  Pretty soon the ambulance arrived.  I don’t know how they got through the traffic, but somehow they did.  They took the poor fellow away.  I heard later on that he survived but did suffer a serious injury.

My car was damaged but fit enough to drive.  When I finally pulled up to the driveway at my home, my wife could see I had been in an accident and she rushed into my arms.  When I told her what had happened, she said she knew.

I didn’t understand, but she explained that my son had “felt” the crash and had actually toppled over in the kitchen.  When I asked if she remembered what time it was, she said ten minutes after seven, which happened to be the exact time the motorcycle had hit me.

M. Parstran
Arlington, VA

“It happened suddenly, and I wasn’t sure I was going to get out alive.”

I am one lucky woman.

I was driving along the freeway on the outskirts of Los Angeles when my tire blew out.  In my panic to get across the lanes to safety, I lost control of my SUV and found myself rolling over and over down a steep hill into a ditch.

I think I lost consciousness and I’m not sure for how long, but when I awoke I realized my SUV was hidden from view, and I didn’t see anyone rushing down to help me.  It was surreal. My head hurt quite a bit, and I was trapped inside the car.

What had happened, I surmised, was that because it was late at night and not too many other cars were on the road, no one saw what had happened.  And here I was trapped in my car about forty feet below the level of the other cars speeding by at sixty-five miles an hour.

And no one knew I was there.

Worse yet, when I managed to pull my cell phone out of my purse, I realized it was a dead area.  I couldn’t dial a number.  Then panic set in.  I thought I might lie here for days and starve to death or die of thirst, and nobody was going to come save me.

I thought about my husband and my kids, and I started to cry.  It was a terrible moment, and I felt my situation was hopeless.

I tried kicking the door but it wouldn’t budge.  And even if it had opened, I was helplessly stuck inside.  My right foot was stuck between an unmovable seat and the crushed dashboard.  I was bleeding a bit, very tired and very weak.

I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke, I was surrounded by firemen, all in uniform, and they were prying my door open with a huge metal bar.  I gasped when I realized I was going to be saved and would see my family again.

When I asked how they found me, one of the men said that I owed my life to their mascot Dalmatian, Hattie, who started barking madly as they drove by on the freeway.  He kept barking and kept looking back; so on a hunch they pulled off the freeway, hiked back to the spot where Hattie led them.

They said they still couldn’t see anything from the Freeway but Hattie raced down the hill and then one of the men caught a glimpse of my overturned SUV.

There’s no way the dog could have seen me as the fire truck raced by, but somehow he sensed I was there and that I was in trouble.

It is said that animals have psychic powers far beyond what us humans have, and I believe it.

P. Strausser
Reseda, CA