“We had decided that after all these years, we’d do it.”

I was sitting in the living room reading a suspense novel when the phone rang.

Marvin, an old friend of mine whom I’ve known since college, invited me over to show me something “incredible.”  I told him I wasn’t in the mood because I had to get up early for work the next day, but he insisted.  He said, “You won’t regret it and I guarantee you’ll never forget it.”

Well, how could I refuse?

Marvin lives only a few miles away and within fifteen minutes I was ringing his doorbell.  His wife Marie answered and invited me in.  She pointed to the stairs leading to the den where Marvin spent most of his time on his computer.

He said you’re not going to believe this as he pointed to the screen.  And I admit I was quite taken aback.

Two days earlier, he and I were talking about arranging a reunion with our fraternity from our days at the University of Illinois.  We had been out of touch with almost every one of the guys since moving out West together in 1976, and we’d reminisce once in a while about what a great bunch they were.

We had decided that after all these years, we’d do it.  We’d write to the hundred or so guys who belonged to the fraternity from 1970 to 1974.

So when Marvin pointed to the screen, I was shocked.  There was an email from our old fraternity pal, Steve, who we hadn’t seen or heard from in decades.  He said that two days ago he suddenly had the idea to arrange a reunion for anyone who was in our fraternity in the early seventies.

B. Winters
Phoenix, AZ

“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

“It was the most surreal, exciting, and scary thing he had ever witnessed.”

I ran into the house trying to get out of the torrential rain that was about to destroy my umbrella.  It was one of those nasty storms we get here in the Northwest.

After checking my voice mail, I turned on the computer and was taken aback by an email address I hadn’t seen in years.  It was from Susan, an old, old girlfriend of mine from back in my University of Washington days.

Susan was one of those people whom you never really knew how she ticked, and I’m not so sure she ever knew herself.

We had dated for a little over two years, and although she was a joy to be around – and I don’t want to tell you about some of the crazy things we did together – she could be quite trying at times because she would vacillate from happy to sad to happy again, in a wink.

Anyway, Susan said she was going to be in Seattle in a couple of weeks and wanted to get together.  Funny thing is she didn’t bother to ask if I were married; frankly, I don’t think she cared.  She was a free spirit, and that was always part of her appeal.

As it was, I am married, but my wife, Edie, is not the jealous type and she didn’t hesitate to give her blessings.

The evening Susan and I had our mini-reunion, I had to admit it was wonderful seeing her again.  After twenty-two years, she hadn’t really changed much.  She was still trim and energetic, and I thought she was sparkling.

Now I remembered why I had put up with so much of her flakiness for so long in college.

The surprising thing, however, was a story she related to me.  She had come to Seattle to interview a doctor for a book she is writing.

The man is a well-known name in the medical industry and had just returned from a safari in Africa in which he saw a dead man come to life.  And he swears it’s true.  After checking out his sources, Susan believed him.

A local fisherman had been accidentally knocked unconscious and had fallen out of his small boat and drowned.  When his body was recovered a full three hours later, the doctor’s party happened to be there and he confirmed there were absolutely no signs of life in the man.

In fact, he said the man had been dead for quite a while.

However, a witch doctor put the dead man on a slab, began chanting, and dancing.  To the doctor’s amazement, the dead man started to regain color and started breathing.  He said it was the most surreal, exciting, and scary thing he had ever witnessed.

I had heard stories about these things because my hobby is paranormal activities, but I was always skeptical.  Not any more.

As for Susan, we renewed our friendship and the next time she’s in town, we’ll have her over for dinner.

B. Towne
Seattle, WA

“When she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.”

It was a Sunday and I was all alone.  I had broken up with my boyfriend who had finally admitted he wasn’t interested in marriage – at least not to me.

It would be an understatement to say my heart was broken.  The same thing had happened to a few of my friends over the years, but I thought my relationship was solid.  Boy, was I mistaken.

So here I was, lonely as could be with nothing to do on my day off.  I had worked hard that week, including Saturday, and how I yearned to spend it with that special person.  I must admit, I cried a bit.

But then I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and I started making some calls.

The first few people I called were busy, and unfortunately, they were the only single friends I had.  But then I had what you might call an inspiration.  Someone came to mind that I hadn’t thought of for years.  She was an old high school acquaintance, and somehow her image popped into my mind.

And I felt an urgency to call her.

Sure enough, when I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I knew something good was going to happen.  I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.

Within an hour, I found myself driving over to her apartment on the other side of town, and when she opened the door, I instinctively knew why my intuition had led me there.

Looking over her shoulder, I saw a smiling man, and I immediately fell for him – before I was even introduced.

Well, he happened to be in town on business, and I was relieved to learn that he and my friend were merely platonic.  I would have been so disappointed if I didn’t have a shot at him.

To make a long story short, we have been seeing each other on and off for almost a year now, and he just asked me if I’d consider moving to his town.  And none of this would have happened had I not had that psychic inclination to call my old friend that day.

I. La Roche
St. Paul, MN