“Oh, but it is, my child, and I can help you.”
“No, I don’t need help,” I screamed as I ran from the tent.
“Wait, come back, Mary, come back.”
When I could no longer hear her, I stopped running and forced myself to try and calm down. I then thankfully spotted my dad. I called out to him.
“Honey, are you okay, you’re sweating like crazy.”
“I’m fine, going upside down on that one nearly made me sick. Can we go home now?”
“Sure, sweetie, let’s go.”
On the way home, I didn’t say a word about my vision or the psychic. I didn’t want to worry my dad because I didn’t even know what happened for sure. Once we got home, we were both ready for bed. He kissed me goodnight and we went into our bedrooms. I lay in bed for hours, my heart still thumping while I thought about what had happened earlier. I tried to make sense of tonight, but I just couldn’t. I knew that I had to go back tomorrow and talk to the one person that could help me, Margery.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of my dad making breakfast. I got up and we ate before he went to work. When he asked me what I was going to do today while he was at work, I told him I would probably go back to the carnival. I couldn’t wait to talk to Margery and get this settled. The moment he left, I jumped in the shower and got ready.
When I got there, there weren’t half as many people, mainly because it was still early. I finally found her tent and went in to find her waiting for me.
“Child, I thought I might see you again. Have a seat.”
This time, I told her everything. I started with the off feeling coming into town and then the stranger and then my vision. She told me that there were many different reasons I could’ve had the vision, like I might have a connection to the town or someone in the town. She also said that this could be the beginning of something very special and to remember all the small details because that would be what matters if this event really did occur. She said there wasn’t much more I could do because I knew so little. I decided that I wouldn’t say anything to anybody unless more information came up or I found out somehow whom the girl was.
When I returned home, I felt a bit better, but I was still scared. I wanted to try to take my mind off of it for a while so I turned on the TV. As I did, the phone rang. I hesitantly picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Mary, hi, it’s me.”
“Hi Dad. How’s work going?”
“Fine. I should be done soon. Mary…um…I need to tell you something. Last night…a girl’s body was found on the beach. It’s all over the news. The police don’t know who did it yet, so I want you to go lock the doors, okay?”
“Oh no, this isn’t happening. What happened to her, was she stabbed?”
“What’s wrong Mary? Yes she was stabbed to death, I think.”
“Um, Dad…I need to talk to you. Can you come home now?”
“Yeah, I’ll be home in five minutes.”
As I hung up the phone, I thought about what I would tell him. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Why me? What was I supposed to do? Do I tell the police? I was so confused. I turned the TV on to the local news and sure enough, it was the girl I had seen. He told me we needed to go to the police, but before we went there, I had to talk to Margery again.
When I walked into her tent, she was sitting there as if she was waiting for me. She already knew the girl was dead. “You must go to the police and tell them every little detail,” she said. With that said, I ran back out to my dad in the car and we then went to the cops. Just as we expected, they had trouble believing me. I told my story over and over again, but it was obvious they weren’t going to do anything. However, everything changed when investigators found a long black hair on the woman’s body. With this new evidence, they decided to go ahead and have a sketch drawn of the male that ran into me. When they got the DNA results back from the lab, the police were bewildered that my sketch was of the same guy that the hair came from. The cops now had enough evidence to get a warrant for his arrest.
The next day, I was called into the police station to ID the man that ran into me. It was him. They had caught him in New York. Words couldn’t express how much relief my dad and I felt. I couldn’t believe that all of this actually happened to me. Margery told me that my vision might have happened for just this once to help solve this case or that it could be the beginning to many more visions. I knew that the next time, I wouldn’t take the vision lightly. I learned that I should have gotten help much faster and not have tried to deny it and let it go. However, if there is another vision, I will be ready.
THE END