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THIRD EYE/PART I

It is said that everyone is psychic to a certain extent; for some of us, this proves to be even more so. This first story takes place in Robertsdale, Alabama. I was living with my father at this time in Foley, Alabama, and dating my then boyfriend D. I have to say I had been shuttled back and forth many times from my mother's and father's when I was young; still living with my father then was simply to volatile a situation, which at that time simply would not work, but not for my lack of trying.

I can't even remember exactly what it was, but D. had come by that day to visit and something had happened between my father and me. I thought I was so grown. He told me that if I left, that I had better not come back; but whatever it was I remember wanting to leave as soon as I could. I didn't come back. In fact, Daniel asked me to stay with him, and so I did.

This house I have to say weirded me out the first night I was there. It was cold, around a century old, and every time the wind blew it creaked. At first I slept on a futon in the living room, but falling asleep was no easy task. At night when there wasn't a single beam of light to be found I would feel someone standing in the doorway. I would be awaken continuously by a feeling of urgency as if someone were shaking me! I ended up occupying the only space left for me, a room used as storage space. I was given a small bed and a tiny lamp for reading purposes. As long as that lamp was on I knew things were cool, but as soon as that lamp went off and I began to drift to sleep eerie things would happen! A lamp would flicker, the bed would tremble ever so slightly, or I could swear that I heard faint whispering.

One night I awoke to see the outline of someone standing in the doorway and froze! I burrowed my head within my fuzzy blanket, and when I had looked up it had gone. I told my D. about this, we could talk about anything; and to my surprise he told me: "That's not so strange, once when you were getting ice from the freezer, and I was on the computer I heard this faint whisper which said, "It's cold......".

After this we switched rooms for a bit. One night as I lye reading a book I had paused for just a moment, thinking about something. I ended up averting my eyes to the ceiling fan which was off; yet I will tell you that fan ended up going 'round 3 times, very slowly! (No electrical problems were found.)

THIRD EYE/PART II

The next issue that I would like to address is the ability of some to prophesy. Included here are just a few of my own unexplainable experiences of past ability to do so. From all that I am able to tell, this is a phenomena that many of us are able to tap into through our unconscious (the images in our dreams); yet the majority of us continue to ignore such vivid images "logically" explaining them away as: "Oh, but it was only a dream." I have been able to disprove some of this; well at least for myself. I sincerely doubt that these things can ever be proven. I say, it is more of: “Well what do you believe?”

Sometimes when people dream, it seems to be some sort of a preparation for some future event, maybe even a warning as to avoid such things before they actually happen? Dreams are very strange; and sometimes they are nothing more or less than just these random images. I always dream, just about every night I dream; my mind always seems to be conjuring up something. Sometimes I will see just these random images which are re-occurring, and then night after night they will continue, it’s like piecing together some puzzle. I definitely believe in precognition, because I know I have experienced it.

This all started when I was about seventeen, the night before our family's trip to Natchez, Mississippi (in March of 2000). I remember seeing our car going over this bridge which had collapsed. I was leery the whole way there. Before we left, I remembering telling my mother and my step-father (who was driving at this time) about the dream; and every time that we were about to go over a bridge I would make the comment to “Slow down!”

After awhile, seeing as how things were going smooth, I chilled out just a bit. I put on my headphones, and I convinced myself somehow that nothing was going to happen. Then, no sooner had I put on my headphones, I hear this loud “Boom!” It sounded a lot like a bomb, my ears began to ring. The next thing I know we are all doing donuts out into the median. I am seeing nothing but trees and dirt flying around everywhere. Turns out, this guy had fallen asleep at the wheel with his foot weighing heavily on the pedal. We were doing about 60 MPH. and he was doing about 100 MPH. I still say it was no less a miracle that we even survived. My head got smashed into the passenger’s side window, and there was all this blood dripping down the right side of my face. I thought my skull was cracked!

I could go on and on about other instances; but I would rather move this in another direction to some terrifying I believe, ‘visions’ of which I have been having throughout this past year. The first was an image of the Virgin Mary; and she was crying tears of blood surrounded by a number of black coffins. I remember the message I’d received was the need for ‘repentance’.

The second was an image of Jesus, his eyes were a glowing sort of bright, electric blue; and as he was going past me, he smiled and what he said to me was: "I am coming again soon to walk the earth." I remember not even questioning this, because it was just too surreal, I simply took it for what it was. Now here is the part which kind of bothers me, months ago I began seeing my deceased great-grandmother in these dreams. In one, we are drifting over this massive sea of all these drowning children. I am told: “This is where the lost return”; and I awake with yet another message to repent.

These last two have occurred very / very recently (like within this past week). It makes me tremble just to think about them, because to me they are like prophesies of a third world war, and the end of times! Last night, I dreamt of a nuclear (possibly even chemical/biological) war, heat on my skin and mass destruction, death / bodies everywhere. I was watching the ocean crash wildly, and the sky kind of made me nauseous … somehow it had the appearance of blood.

THIRD EYE/PART III

This story takes place in Natchez, MS., the year was 1998, and our family was on vacation visiting close relatives. Now, for those who aren't aware, Natchez is a great little southern town known mostly for its history, as well as its beauty / charm. Decorating its landscape are cemeteries dating back into the early sixteen and seventeen hundreds, old saloons, horse drawn carriages and yes, even antebellum homes. In fact, it has been rumored that some of the footage from 'Interview with the Vampire', as well as ‘the North and the South’ have been shot there (whether or not this is actually true, I really don’t know, but that is what they say), may provide a clearer image for some of you?

Needless to say, when my mother re-married, carrying me along in tote, still very young, you might say I was somewhat bitter. It was then on these yearly visits to visit my grandparents, as well as other close relatives that I began questioning the history of my birth place. I wanted to know why everyone who visited made such a fuss over these antebellum homes. My grandmother told me how they stand as historic monuments, housing some very fine furnishings and antiques, that and maybe even a few ghosts!

It was a day or two later that she had decided she would stop by ‘Magnolia Hall’ going home on the way back through town. Good thing I brought my camera! My little sister and I began making our way from room to room, consistently eyeing those paintings - or should I say those paintings eyeing us? My sister said as she glanced over at me: "Come on, you know there aren’t any ghosts here." We made our way outside of this spooky, many roomed mansion taking photos. My little sister was mocking my "gullibility" saying things like: "Hey maybe you will catch a ghost on film?" Then she added, being goofy as sometimes kids do: "Thomas Henderson, if you are here show yourself on film!" (Crazy kid stuff)

Later on, after I got my film back from processing, I’d noticed that there was several what people have called ‘orbs’ covering only the photos taken while there. In one photo in particular, where my sister had challenged the ghost, there is a huge blob of mysterious bright, white light which streaks across the photo. As well as what may be a red face of some sort seen peering through the window. I have taken the image to Photoshop; but in order to see it, it has to be magnified.

-Melissa Brume.

(And here is the photo...)