This all happened a few days ago, well over the past few days. It all began with a random sickening feeling inside, like something bad was going to happen. In my mind, something was telling me that in exactly three days time, it was going to be the end. I was confused, knowing it could not be the end of the world. Since I live in Utah right by the Wasatch fault, I was wondering if there was going to be a massive earthquake here like people have been predicting for a very long time.
As the days went by, I received the sickening feeling again each day. I was scared, not knowing what was about to happen, but I just knew something was.
The last day came by, the day something terrible was going to happen. Near the end of the day I began to relax, for no disaster has come upon my home state. But then once again, the sickening feeling came back, only way worse this time. I had to find out what was going on.
I went to my Dad saying; "There is going to be a giant earthquake." I knew it wouldn't be one possibly, but I just used that as an excuse to say I know something bad is going to happen or is happening somewhere in the world.
"Who told you that?" He asked. "No one. I just know." I told him. "Well there has been a giant storm for the past few days in Mexico and today it just turned into a massive Hurricane." He told me. My stomach churned. "What is it's name?" I asked. I cannot remember what it's name was, but it started with the letter P.
Later, I couldn't hold it in anymore. All of those many psychic experiences I had (including the ones I have already written on here), I had to tell someone. So I told my mom. I remember telling her to not laugh or think that I am crazy, but I could tell that she thinks I am crazy. She says everyone has moments of psychic experiences. But like mine? Days, weeks, minutes before they happen? So, I have decided to not tell any more family or close friends. Only to those who would believe me.
It started with small things, now I am at the point where I am detecting massive storms. I found out I had been right. It was the end for someone, just not me. (luckily)