Several weeks ago, a relative called me and told me of a young teenage girl whose body was found one road over from her in her subdivision. The girl had been a prior runaway and had several run ins with the police. I remember thinking what a sad case it was and what a shame that a young life had been so wasted. A neighbor discovered her body, which they assumed had been mutilated by stray dogs and assumed the girl had died from an overdose of drugs.
I do not claim to be psychic. However, I occasionally have "glimpses" of things. Typically, my visions are limited to rather mundane things -- who is calling on the phone, avoiding a road at a certain time, etc... Last week, for no apparent reason, I was laying in bed, trying to go to sleep and kept having visions of this girl's final moments. I kept seeing a young girl and she was desperately mouthing something to me but it was like watching television with the sound off. She had long, straight dark blonde hair and I instantly thought of the girl my relative had mentioned.
The vision shifted to a horrible assault. Drugs were being forced down the girl's throat. After she died, she was dismembered and the remains buried in a shallow grave. At least three men and possibly one woman were involved. A man with long, greasy blonde hair, blue eyes and a beard was the ring-leader. Also involved were a 20ish Hispanic male in a white tee shirt and a boy of about 17 or 18 with dirty, spiky brown hair. This was like just getting snippets from a television show or movie.
I could not go to sleep after that and kept thinking about what I had "seen". I kept fighting the urge to call my relative and tell her about my vision. The next morning, I did call her. Thankfully, she is used to me and knew that this tendency seems to run in the family so she didn't think I was completely insane.
A few days later, she called me on my cell phone to tell me that someone has been arrested in the case: A man with long, greasy blonde hair, fitting the exact description I gave. According to police, three more suspects are involved. The girl's death happened exactly as I had invisioned it. Drugs had been literally poured down her throat, she had been sexually assaulted, beaten and dismembered. It seems she had given the police information on drug dealers in the neighborhood and that was their revenge.
I'm puzzled as to why this girl seemed to choose me to tell her story to -- at least that is what it seems to be. I've had things like this happen before, but never with this kind of intensity or this kind of accuracy. I can't even describe to anyone how weird it was, laying in my bed at one o'clock in the morning and watching these scenes unfold. I don't think I could ever bring myself to call the police out of fear of being labeled a nut or worse yet, have them think I was involved in the case. This has really eaten on me. I feel helpless, knowing the information and not being able to do a darn thing about it.