“I didn’t know why she was upset because I had forgotten about her prediction.”

A close friend of mine had an uncanny knack for fixing up people who ended up getting married.

Her name was Julie, and the surprising thing is she never married herself.  After all, she was quite pleasant looking and had a nice figure.

Julie, in fact, fixed me up several years ago with someone I knew but didn’t particularly care for.  Mitch was always kidding, was a bit louder than I care for someone to be, and to be frank, he never gave me the time of day.

He was part of a group I’d hang out with and somehow we didn’t seem to hit it off.

That’s why I was surprised when Julie suggested she’d arrange to have the two of us over for dinner.  She said she knew in her heart that we misunderstood each other and if we’d let our defenses down, we’d be a sure match.

She, of course was correct, and Mitch and I have been married for five years.  We have one child and one on the way.  The sad thing is several years ago Julie told me she wasn’t destined to live long and she even predicted the year in which she’d pass away.

In November 2007, my good friend Julie died in a tragic accident in her workplace.

I had spoken to her only days earlier and she seemed nervous and upset.  I didn’t know why because I had forgotten about her prediction.  But a few weeks after her funeral, I happened to pick up an old journal of mine and realized her death occurred not only in the year she predicted, but the month as well.

W. Drummond
Liverpool, England

“I was very, very afraid.”

When my son, Phillip, decided to work in France for a year, I was happy for him.  Little did I know what was about to occur.

At first everything went well.  He got along fine with his new coworkers, and he enjoyed traveling about the countryside, taking in the culture, the people.  But his letters started to have an edge to them and I knew something was bothering him.

When we would speak on the phone, it appeared he was hesitant and unsure of himself, and although I would kind of probe to find out if something was wrong, he said everything was fine.

Then one day I received a call from his supervisor and was told Phillip hadn’t been in for the last week and he wasn’t answering his phone.  I was shocked because Phillip would never do something like that.  He was conscientious and very responsible.  I was very, very afraid.

After several more days of not hearing from him, I was beside myself.  Then I had the strangest premonition.  I had a vision of Phillip sitting alone in a room, deeply depressed.

I didn’t know what else to do and I hesitated to call his supervisor for fear that would cost Phillip his job.  But I didn’t know anyone else, so I made the call.

Well, the man was very nice and he went over to my son’s apartment, and sure enough, he found Phillip to be in a very bad, depressed state.

Phillip returned home shortly thereafter and I’m happy to report that he’s making good progress.  He’s not completely healed yet, but he’s home and in good hands.  I’ve had premonitions in the past and have learned to trust them.

C. Caroletti
Springfield, IL

“Within seven to eight weeks, the poor woman was dead.”

I want to relay an incident that occurred while I was in the hospital a few months ago.

The patient next to me was a young woman and she seemed to be in decent health.  Her doctor had requested she come in for a full checkup because she had an ongoing infection that wasn’t going away.

I had a strange feeling the moment I laid eyes on her and I feared for her life.  She was the mother of two adorable young children and she had so much to live for.

Somehow, when I was talking to her I felt I was talking to a dead woman.  It was weird and I felt terrible about it.

I happened to be in the room when her doctor came in to tell her about the results from a battery of tests they had given her the day before.  By the look in the doctor’s eyes, I knew what was coming.

To make a long story short, within seven to eight weeks, the poor woman was dead.

I’ve had similar incidents (not many) where I could look into someone’s eyes and predict oncoming doom.  Back in college, I was casual acquaintances with this fellow, a real nice guy, and in my heart I felt there was an aura of tragedy about him.

Well, nothing happened to him while we were at school, but a year and a half later I learned he was killed in a motorcycle accident.

When I was just a kid, my mother told me how I had blurted out to my aunt Clara that she was going to die.  I was spanked for that episode, but a year later my poor aunt died of cancer, something that hadn’t been detected until shortly before her death.

I wish I didn’t have this ability of premonitions of death, but I’ll live with it.

V. Wentworth
Saratoga, FL

“I’ve had to rely upon other strengths, namely my unusual psychic powers.”

I have been into sports since I was a kid, and because I lacked the ability of a star player, I’ve had to rely upon other strengths, namely my unusual psychic powers.

When I entered high school, I realized I’d never make the varsity.  I decided to retire my cleats and go over to the management side.  To my pleasant surprise, I discovered I liked coaching, and better yet, I was good at it.

At first, I assisted the manager.  I was the water boy, then the first base coach, then I’d sit next to the manager in the dugout and learn from him.  But where I really stood out was my ability to project the future.  I had an uncanny ability to know the exact pitch a base runner would choose to steal, or when a pitcher was going to throw a fastball or curve, or what the opposing manager planned to do.

When I went to college I decided to apply my psychic abilities in other areas as my interest in sports began to fade somewhat.  I realized I was amazing at picking stocks, and even at the racetrack I always came out ahead.

I’m married now, and my wife is used to my “gift.”  She accuses me of reading her mind and taking advantage of her.  And I plead guilty to that.  But she’s a doll and she brags about me to her friends.  I’m a lucky guy.

M. Tillson
Vancouver, Canada

“What Bob told me almost made my heart stop.”

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

“If she reads this, I’m going to be awfully embarrassed.”

This happened to me about fourteen months ago.

I was walking my dog at a neighborhood park when I spotted a woman I had seen one time before.

She had a striking look about her and I wanted to approach her so bad, but sometimes I have this shy streak, and I eventually went back home, muttering to myself that I didn’t have the guts to even try.

That night I was sitting in the den watching TV when I had the strangest premonition.  I envisioned that woman at the local liquor store looking at the various wines.

It was weird and at first I didn’t think anything of it because I felt my imagination was just running away with itself.  But then I found myself heading out the door, getting in the car, and driving the few blocks to the store that was so clear in my mind.

I parked the car, walked in, and wasn’t the least bit surprised that she wasn’t there.  I hung around for a while, bought a six-pack of Coke and went back into the car.  I was chuckling to myself as I drove back home.  It was a fool’s mission and I knew it.

The following night when I was walking in the park again, I wasn’t paying attention and almost bumped into someone.  It was that woman!  As I was apologizing, she said weren’t you at the liquor store last night?  I nodded and she went on to say she was driving up as I was driving away.

Well, at this time we’re not exactly dating, but we do go out for coffee or a movie occasionally.  And if she reads this, I’m going to be awfully embarrassed.

W. Helms
Fresno, CA