I Ignored My Intuition and Somebody Died

The first of a series of true stories about psychic experiences.

Years ago, when I was in my early 20s, I killed someone. No, I’m not a cold-blooded murderer. Nor was I caught up in a fit of passion or deep-seated rage. But someone died none-the-less because of me. And the hardest part of looking back on the experience is realizing that it didn’t have to happen. I know that because my intuition tried to stop it.

I’ll never forget that day. I was living in Virginia and two friends from my hometown in New Jersey had come to visit. We’d had a wonderful weekend doing what long-time friends do when they haven’t seen each other in awhile. We gossiped and laughed and watched movies and shopped. And gossiped and laughed some more. We talked about men and our relationships – the ones we wanted and the ones we had. The weekend flew by so quickly and suddenly it was Sunday and time for them to go back home.

They had taken the bus from New Jersey. I had to take them back to the bus station in Washington, DC so they could head back. It was summertime in DC, which…