Angel

Name:            Angee Randolph
Email:           r_angee@hotmail.com
Location:        Hilham, TN
Type:            Angel
Date:            Wednesday, September 08, 1999
Time:            08:20 PM

This is a story that I've never told anyone before and only my biological mother knew I was capable of it. When I was little I had this ability to know when something bad was going to happen to some one that I love before it happened. I don't know how and and I don't when it first started. My mother had told me stories of how I was able to do this and gave me examples of my stories. She said that one time I can screaming in the house and said that my stepdad was hurt and bleeding, but he didn't need a doctor. He was away on a job he was working on and when he got home that night he had been hurt and didn't need a doctor cause he had just fallen and gotten cut. I don't remember any of the stories that my mom told me nor did I believe them because my mother had a drinking problem and often lied.

However, when I was 10 years old she died and I was sitting in church with the foster family that I was with and was able to see her when she died. At that moment I looked at my foster dad and told him that when we got to the hospital to see my mom that it would be too late for good byes. My mom had died because of her drinking problem. A few minutes later a lady from the church came out and got my foster mom and told her that she had a phone call and it was urgent. She came back and was in tears and said we had to leave. We got to the hospital and my mom was dead. I don't know why I was able to see this.

The last time that it happened to me was when I was 12 years old. A friend of mine named Jill had come home with me from school to spend the night. Another friend Abby had walked over from her house just to visit. We were just acting like preteen girls calling people playing jokes you know normal stuff. Then Abby decided to walk home. My parents weren't home so it was just me Jill and my little sister there after Abby left. We were talking when all of the sudden we heard this voice cry out "Help me someone help me". It wasn't a frightened voice it seemed like it was hurting. It had come from out side of the w

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