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Welcome to the beginning of the end of your life. The first breath we take is the first step we take. Breathe in the air and let death begin on its journey to the end.
-LRJ
Welcome to the beginning of the end of your life. The first breath we take is the first step we take. Breathe in the air and let death begin on its journey to the end.
-LRJ
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When I was a child I dreamt of becoming a lawyer. Before I went to sleep I would get on my knees and say my prayers. I'd pray for everyone in the world to be able to have a better life. Now I'm all grown up and I still say my prayers. I didn't become a lawyer, but I use my special gift from God to help others. I help locate dead or missing people. I have psychic abilities. My name is Horizon Gray. I am 24 years old. Welcome to my world of extraordinary circumstances.
When I dream, I dream of people I don't even know. Sometimes I dream of family members and friends, but not often. Last night I had this terrible dream of a child. A very small girl, maybe about 3. A man a strange weird older man was taking her from her bedroom in the middle of the night. She didn't scream. All of a sudden her eyes opened real big and wide and that's when I woke up in a sweat.
I remember from the dream that the young girl had light brown hair and big green eyes. She reminded me of someone. The man that took her had gray thin hair and slightly bald. He was about 6 foot tall and he weighed about 175 pounds. I wrote all this down and tried to remember any other parts of the dream that I could.
It is now 6 am. The news is finally on, but there is nothing about a missing girl. So I start making breakfast for my own children. I have a son and two daughters. My son is 16 and his name is Aiden. My oldest daughter is 13 and her name is Courtney. My youngest daughter is 2 and her name is Zoey. My husband is still at work. He gets home at around 7 am. I glance at the clock and it is now 6:34 am. I need to wake the children up so they can eat and get ready for school. This is how my mornings always usually go.
It is now 9:12 am, my husband is asleep and my two oldest kids are at school. Zoey is taking her morning nap. She always goes back to sleep in the mornings after we take her brother and sister to school. I am tired from not sleeping well so I decide I should take a nap too. I go upstairs and peek in on Zoey. She is sleeping so peacefully. I kiss her on her cheek and say sleep good my sweet Zoe. I go down the hallway and climb in bed with my hubby who is snoring like a freight train, but some how I manage to fall asleep.
I roll over and glance at the clock it is 12:03 pm. I jump up out of bed and think to myself, why hasn't Zoey cried or been in here to wake me up. I run down the hallway to her room. Her bed is in disaray and she is not there or in her room. I run all through the top of the house calling her name and looking for her. She doesn't answer. I open the gate on the stairs and run down the stairs calling her. Where are you Zoey. Zoey come to Mommy. The front door is sitting open. Right at that moment I start having a panic attack. I scream for my husband, "THOMAS" "THOMAS" "come here". Zoey is gone. I can't find her. I recall the dream that I had last night. The girl reminded me of Zoey. I just didn't realize it at the time. I am shaking and scared. Thomas is yelling for Zoey down the street. I run and get the phone and dial 911.
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By E.
When I dream, I dream of people I don't even know. Sometimes I dream of family members and friends, but not often. Last night I had this terrible dream of a child. A very small girl, maybe about 3. A man a strange weird older man was taking her from her bedroom in the middle of the night. She didn't scream. All of a sudden her eyes opened real big and wide and that's when I woke up in a sweat.
I remember from the dream that the young girl had light brown hair and big green eyes. She reminded me of someone. The man that took her had gray thin hair and slightly bald. He was about 6 foot tall and he weighed about 175 pounds. I wrote all this down and tried to remember any other parts of the dream that I could.
It is now 6 am. The news is finally on, but there is nothing about a missing girl. So I start making breakfast for my own children. I have a son and two daughters. My son is 16 and his name is Aiden. My oldest daughter is 13 and her name is Courtney. My youngest daughter is 2 and her name is Zoey. My husband is still at work. He gets home at around 7 am. I glance at the clock and it is now 6:34 am. I need to wake the children up so they can eat and get ready for school. This is how my mornings always usually go.
It is now 9:12 am, my husband is asleep and my two oldest kids are at school. Zoey is taking her morning nap. She always goes back to sleep in the mornings after we take her brother and sister to school. I am tired from not sleeping well so I decide I should take a nap too. I go upstairs and peek in on Zoey. She is sleeping so peacefully. I kiss her on her cheek and say sleep good my sweet Zoe. I go down the hallway and climb in bed with my hubby who is snoring like a freight train, but some how I manage to fall asleep.
I roll over and glance at the clock it is 12:03 pm. I jump up out of bed and think to myself, why hasn't Zoey cried or been in here to wake me up. I run down the hallway to her room. Her bed is in disaray and she is not there or in her room. I run all through the top of the house calling her name and looking for her. She doesn't answer. I open the gate on the stairs and run down the stairs calling her. Where are you Zoey. Zoey come to Mommy. The front door is sitting open. Right at that moment I start having a panic attack. I scream for my husband, "THOMAS" "THOMAS" "come here". Zoey is gone. I can't find her. I recall the dream that I had last night. The girl reminded me of Zoey. I just didn't realize it at the time. I am shaking and scared. Thomas is yelling for Zoey down the street. I run and get the phone and dial 911.
More to come later....
By E.