When I was a child, I was known to tell my parents that I frequently saw things. My parents never believed me and took it as an overactive imagination. The visions and sightings passed as I became older. I, as a child, would see things in and out of dreams. I would have dreams that directly would correlate with things I saw years down the road. I have always, as an adult, been obsessed with the supernatural. I am a horror film and ghost story lover. This is why I found it too coincidental that I be the one who would see a real ghost. Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe it is a message of help, for me to help. And if I tell, will anyone believe me because of my infatuation of the supernatural.

It all started when I began seeing the visions of happenings. They always involved other people's lives. These were people I had never seen or had never known. The one that I speak of now is that of a lady in a small room crying. I would daydream so to speak and I would either be shown, or imagined these scenes myself. I had seen the vision of the lady about a total of five or six times. I never took into account what the vision meant. I was only about thirteen at the time. The thing that was of most significance was that the room she was in seemed almost familiar. I did not know why, where, or if I had ever seen it before.

About six years later, I began dating a guy. About six months down the road he bought a new house. I had the vision only once more in the next six years. The day before my boyfriend moved into the house, I had the vision again. This time it was different. The room was the same room, but there was no longer a woman in the room crying. Instead, there was a police man who seemed to be of native American or Spanish race. He would just pace back and forth as though something was troubling him.

The vision bothered me because I, at this point, had thought that maybe the visions were just a dream, or that maybe when I was young I had concocted them in my head. Whatever the excuse I gave myself, it could no longer hold. I had believed for years that since I had told somebody about the visions, they were gone forever.

The next day I went with my boyfriend to see his new house. It was kind of small and had one, maybe two bedrooms depending on how you arranged it. I was wondering around the house when I entered the room. My boyfriend's new bedroom was empty besides a picture on the floor. The picture was just of an empty room but it was the room of my visions for all of these years. A girl who had lived there before came to pick up the rest of her things and the picture. I did not mention that I had seen the room before. The girl had lived here and was about to move down the street. She had a garden in the back of the house and asked if she could come and get her vegetables when they were grown. We agreed and she and I actually spent a lot of time together and became good friends.

A couple of years later she moved to another state. I had not met her parents or any of her family before. She had lived in Indiana with her aunt. We had become really good friends and had done everything together the whole time that she lived there. I was very sad when she moved away. I was in the area of where she lived one day on a business trip and I decided to visit her. As I arrived at the house, I I was almost afraid because I was almost sure that it would have the same room, or one similar, to the room in my vision. When I knocked, her father ran to the door and yelled my friends name. I thought he was yelling to get her, but he thought that I was her.

It turned out that she had been missing for over a week. They thought that she had returned to Indiana, but no one there had seen her. They had tried to reach me but I was on my way there. They thought that maybe she was with me. Her father told be to go into the room to see her mother. I almost fainted when I walked in. It was the woman in my vision, only this time she was not as sad. I introduced myself and we began to talk. I heard someone knock and enter the house. About five minutes later, someone knocked on the bedroom door. A dark complicated policeman entered the room. He was the man of my second vision. He told us that my friend was found dead in the north woods and there was no cause of her death found yet. It was like I was in a dream. I saw both of my visions involved into one another. I almost fainted. I to this day have not had another of the same vision of the her mother and of the police man. I have and still sometimes have others. I fear that I may have been asked for help and that I did not give what I was asked for. I try to tell myself that it was not my fault and that there is nothing I could have done to prevent it. I just hope that next time I will be able to intervene before something bad happens again.