“My heart dropped right out of my body.”

I was rushing back home.

After making a lame excuse to my boss, I had left work early because I had a premonition that I was needed, that my presence was necessary.

I didn’t know why I had acted upon it.  I’ve had pessimistic thoughts before and rarely have they reached fruition.  But today the premonition resonated in my soul.  I could feel it all the way to my toes.

And with a pregnant wife and a son who was not quite three years old, I couldn’t take the chance that I wasn’t needed.

I pulled up into the driveway and burst out of the car only to have Mindy come running up to me.  She said a terrible thing had occurred, and my heart dropped right out of my body.

To my relief (and I will forever feel guilty about it), our dog Sandy had been run over by a car only minutes before.

Fortunately, Sandy suffered mostly superficial injuries, and after a couple of days at the vets, she returned with a limp but not much more.  She was lucky.

Mindy asked why I had suddenly come screeching up to the house unannounced, and why I wasn’t at work.  I explained my premonition, and it was then she said she had a similar feeling as well.

This wasn’t a surprise as Mindy and I are soul mates and we have often had similar thoughts rushing through our heads at the same time.

D. Eckerston
Hartford, CO

“Everyone in the place feared for his life”

I would like to tell you about a paranormal experience I had recently.

Normally, I wouldn’t tell this to anyone for fear they’d think I was a bit loony, but I’ve read several of your stories, and I’d like to hear what you think.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was on my way to a local pub to share a beer or two with a couple of good buddies.  I received a call on my cell from my sister, Emily, who said she was thinking of me and was afraid something bad might occur.

I assured her that I was fine and explained that she always had an active imagination.  However, what she told me scared the daylights out of me.

Emily said that she had been “watching” me all day.  I asked her what she meant and she said she could see just about everything I had done for the past several hours.

When she heard me give out a little snicker, she went on to describe several things I had done.  Well, my snicker disappeared because there was no way she could have known.  I hadn’t been around anyone else, so no one could have alerted her.  And she described places and events in such detail, I was unnerved.  Absolutely, unconditionally, unnerved.

Then she said to come back home.  To not meet with my friends.  When I asked why, she just said, trust me.

Well, I did as she said because after her extraordinary tale, I wasn’t about to ignore her warning.  As I walked in the house, I received another call.  This was from Andy, one of my friends at the place I was supposed to go.

Andy said one of the patrons at the bar had pulled a gun and started waving it at everyone.  They called the police who quickly arrived on the scene and disarmed him.  But for a while everyone in the place feared for his life.

Who knows what might have happened had Emily not forewarned me.

F. Taslov
Jackson, MI

“I could feel his presence when I needed him.”

My uncle died a few months ago.

Uncle Harry was like a father to me.  My dad had left my mother when I was only a child and although I didn’t see Uncle Harry a lot (he lived about one hundred miles away), when he did drop by there was a special connection between us.

Even as a small child, I felt the tight bond between us, especially when we hadn’t seen each other for a while.  For instance, I could feel his presence when I needed him, when I was especially vulnerable.

Once, when I was surrounded by some kids who were teasing me on the schoolyard I could tell Uncle Harry knew I needed help.  I could hear him telling me to stand tall and not be afraid.

In fact, that night Uncle Harry called and asked how I was doing.  When I got on the phone, he said he knew something had happened that day and wanted to hear about it.

I’m twenty-four now and when Uncle Harry took ill about a year ago, I immediately called him.  He said he wasn’t surprised I knew something was wrong even though he had told no one about his illness.

When I went to see him, he confessed he knew we had something special the moment he saw me as an infant.  Somehow we had bonded right away and we were on the same wavelength.

One more thing:  the night Uncle Harry died, I heard him say goodbye to me even though we weren’t even in the same vicinity.  His private nurse called me to tell me of his passing and as she started to tell me his final words, I blurted them out before she had a chance to say anything.

She said that’s exactly what he said.

M. Rushanti
Topeka, KS