Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

It was a warm day in late June, a day I'll never forget, for it was the day the cops told me my youngest son had been murdered after I contacted them about a vision I had of someone beating him up in a barn. They called me in to the station. I was greeted by a fat slob of a cop who by his energy could tell he had it in for me. He led me to a room where two investigators was. I look at the glass and could feel someone watching us, that is when one of the officer's assured me no one was behind the glass. A lie I would soon find out by the end of the visit. As I told my story about the girl I saw in a vision beating my son up coming over my house before he was hurt I watched the cops reactions to my story. At one point my demon came out and I saw chills run up his spine and the hairs on his neck stand up. At the end they told me my son was murdered, I couldn't understand, cause in my vision the day before he was still alive. All I kept saying was "This is my Karma" cause I had told my son I never wanted to see him again after a physical altercation between us. As I kept repeating that I heard my son say "She didn't do this to me" and as I hung my head down, from the corner of my eyes I saw two correctional officers lead my son out of the room with the glass down the hall. As he passed by he said "I'm sorry momma" and that is when I saw him being led away. From that moment on my life went to hell. I found out be truly was alive while doing time in jail myself.. It was a hate crime done on me by my town over a stupid debate on Fakebook and my exploits of crimes done unto my family and others by people of this town. I have faith that I will see him again some day.