Several years ago, a young female artist disappeared from the downtown area of our city. For many weeks, the police searched for her and it soon became certain that she had been murdered, but where was her body? One day while traveling through the city to go visit a friend, I crossed a small bridge that led to a traffic light at the bottom of the hill. Immediately after I crossed the bridge, I felt somewhat light-headed, and as if I was in a trance-like state. Things seemed dream-like and somewhat slowed down. At that moment a voice in my head said "We must go find...", and it named the missing person. As the traffic light changed, I attempted to clear my head, but found it strange that I had such a thought, since I did not know the missing girl.
A few weeks later, a "so-called" psychic informed the police that she thought she could lead them to the body, but as it turned out, she had knowledge of the murder through her association with the murderer. The ironic or should I say "psychic" part to this story is, the body was discovered beneath the bridge that I had crossed that day, right next to the police station. I don't know whose voice that was, it was not mine but it had such a sadness. I felt as though she wanted to just be found, so she could go home.
I wanted to tell the girl's parents what had occurred because I thought it would give them some comfort to know that perhaps it was their child's spirit and that now she could rest, having been found and returned to her loved ones, but I decided not to because of the previous "psychic" who turned out to be a fake hoping only to claim the reward for herself and the murderer. I only hope that she does indeed now rest in peace.