“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!