I am a natural born psychic. I have had visions since I was 6 years old. I am now 58 years old. My ex-husband and I owned a bar in a very small community during the 80s, since than it has been sold. The day I had this vision started like any other day, nothing out of the ordinary happened before the vision.
That day was slow, at the time, my babysitter was worried about having cancer. In fact, that day she was going to find out the results from the tests. After she found out that she didn't have it, she said she absolutely had to stop by the bar to let me know the good news. When she pulled into the parking lot there was no one inside. So I went outside to meet her. As we was standing there talking a strange car pulled into the lot. From the minute, the stranger (let’s call him Sam) got out of his car; I knew I didn't want him there. I had no basics on this feeling I was getting at the time. In the mean time, I said goodbye to my babysitter and went into the bar to serve Sam and socialize.
For the longest time, we were by ourselves. We talked about various things that were going on at that time. And the whole time Sam was talking I had this feeling that something was wrong but I didn't know what it was. Up until Sam started impersonating someone he met in a bar close to where he was living at the time. As soon as Sam started impersonating this other stranger I had a vision of Sam being murdered right in front of me. And I also knew I could prevent it from happening. So I told Sam that I just had a vision of him being murdered by this stranger he had met in this other bar. After I told Sam. he asked me how it was going to happen. I said he would get stabbed at a party, the two of them would be attending, and that Sam would bleed to death.
I then told him that his wife was going to mention doing something off the wall. I said whatever it is do it because otherwise you would to be dead in two months. I told him that if I didn't see him in two months I would know he was dead. I asked him if he believed me. And he said "Yes" because I had called him by his first name. There was no way that I used his first name because I didn't know it. About two months later Sam came back to the bar, and he told me he would never see me again. And I also told him that I didn't want to see him. In those two months, Sam had aged twenty years. That was a shock let me tell you. I also told Sam that I didn't want to hear what had happened. And that I was glad that he took my advice. And I have not seen him since that day.