“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

“When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.”

About two years ago, Debbie, a new teller came on the job at my local bank.  I would see her often because she was always at the business window, and I would hand over the day’s deposits.

After a while we became friendly and I asked her out.  It was something I rarely did, ask someone for a date that, if it didn’t work out, I’d still be seeing due to business.  But she was so cute, I couldn’t resist.

At first the evening went well, but then her mood began to change, not in a bad way, but I could tell something was on her mind.

She began asking probing questions about my family, and I was starting to feel a little uneasy because she was getting a bit too personal.  When she realized I was starting to hold back, she told me she sensed something was amiss and she was trying to get to the bottom of it.

She started honing in on my sister, who at that time had just moved to Florida to live with her fiancé.  Debbie said she couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt my sister’s presence.  I asked what that meant and she explained that sometimes she picks up on someone who could be far away, and in this case it was a person whom she had never met.

I didn’t think much of it that night, but the next day I received a call from my father explaining that my sister had been rushed to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.  When I asked when, he said the night before – the same time I was having dinner with Debbie.

J. Malone
New Orleans, LA

“I saw him on the Parkway and I knew I wanted to meet him.  But how?”

This is a true story about how I met the man of my dreams.

I’m a runner.  I jog almost every morning, and one of the things that eases the boredom is I’m a people watcher.  And for the past few years I’ve seen this nice looking man walking on the Parkway as I pass by.

I’ve tried to catch his eye several times but he always seems to be preoccupied either in deep thought or with the beautiful surroundings.

Then one afternoon while I was sitting on my folding chair reading a book, I noticed he was doing the same, not more than twenty yards away.  I was so tempted to walk over and start a conversation but didn’t have the nerve.

I went home and I was so disappointed.

Then an idea struck me.  I was pretty sure he was single.  I had never noticed a ring, and I never saw him with a woman.  So, I had an inspiration.  I would go online and do a search on a few of the dating services.  I figured he lived in the same zip code I did.  And I ran a search in the age range I estimated for him.

Presto, there he was.  So, now what to do?

Well, I took a deep breath and sent him an email asking him if he was, indeed, “that man” on the Parkway.  Then I awaited his reply, and I must admit I was very, very anxious.

His response was gracious and he said he was that man and asked if I’d like to meet on the Parkway and chat.  We did and we clicked.  And, yes, we are getting married next summer.

Honest!

T.  Eschure
Los Angeles, CA

“…Because I was his sweetheart, he had more visions about me than anyone else.”

My husband and I eloped when I was seventeen.

Mark and I were in love, and when my father refused to give his permission to marry, we decided we couldn’t wait any longer.  Mark picked me up late in the evening after everyone was asleep, and we drove off.  We thought we were the coolest people ever.

That night we slept in a cheap hotel, but we didn’t mind.  We were together, and we were in love.

The next couple of years were tough.  Mark was a high school dropout and a hard time getting full time work.  He’d hire on for part time, but that never paid too much.  And I was doing mostly receptionist work.

My folks refused to talk to me, and I felt hurt, lonely, and was pretty much down on myself.

Then one evening my little brother called to tell me that my dad had a heart attack.  I immediately got in the car and drove straight through the night.  By morning I had driven three hundred miles, and I was exhausted.  I had been up for over twenty-four hours.  But I had to see my dad.  What if he died still angry with me?

When I walked into his hospital room, because of all the tubes, he couldn’t talk.  But he motioned for me to hand him a pencil and pad.  Here’s what he wrote:

“I love you and miss you.  And I always know where you are because I can see you in my mind.”  I really didn’t completely understand what he was saying, but the important thing is he got better over the next several days.

When he was able to talk and we had some privacy, he elaborated on his “visions.”

He said that he could see our apartment, and he pretty much described it in an accurate manner.  He also described the desk where I sat at work, and the coffee shop where I always had lunch.

To me it seemed impossible because we had not been in touch and there was no one else who had visited us from back home.  But my dad said he’s had visions throughout his lifetime, and because I was his sweetheart, he had more visions about me than anyone else.

He died the next year and I will miss him so deeply for the rest of my life.

G. Sanders
Atlanta, GA