Do You Here That?

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Story type: Ghost
Location: einzberg, transylvania
Source: Form Submission

Do you ever get the feeling that you may be psychic? I mean, when something happens and you swear you knew that it would happen before it happened? Well, I have this all the time. Some people think of it as a gift. I find it a burden. Let me explain one of the occasions that convinced me that I was psychic. It must have been when I was 13. I lived in a neighborhood that always seemed so bright and happy and never cloudy or moody. All my neighbors said hi and were cheerful as can be. One day, I was walking through the forest in the center of the community, and discovered a cemetary. It looked out of place, considering the kind of reputation the area had. I couldn't control my curiosity, so I went in, only because the lock was not secure, and it looked empty. The first headstone I ran into had the name of my well-known neighbor on it. I was instantly shocked because just several hours before, I had waved hello to him. It had all his info on him, and when he died. It had said the 9th, when that day was the 8th. I was very frightened, so I ran home. My mom was home from work, so I told her instantly what I saw. She got mad at me for going into a cemetary, and then told me that she didn't want to hear my made-up stories. After many minutes of trying to convince her to believe me, I gave up. About 2 days later, I was sitting in my room, and my mom came running in. She said that our neighbor, the one I saw on the headstone, had passed away. I was thinking, this is beyond belief. I didn't really see that tombstone that day. Or did I? I couldn't have possibly seen it, and then have it really happen! She said that he had slipped in his shower, and died from hitting his head. Do you believe me?