Ever since I was six years old I would space out and have visions or I would dream something that happened to me or other people within the next two weeks.
Last week I saw a figure. It was talking to me. I was in a cold dark room. There was a window but no light came out of it. The figure told me to look out the window. When I looked out the window I saw a little girl. Her parents told her to stay where she was. When they walked away, a man took her.
Suddenly the room changed I was in the room with the man. He was watching the news. The news story was about the little girl being kidnapped. I thought she was dead but then I heard her crying. The man walked over to the room where the little girl was in.
She was laying down. She looked perfectly fine. The man quickly smiled when he saw her. The smile wasn't an evil smile like you would imagine, he looked like he loved her.
Then I heard a knock on the front door. It was the police. The man's smile faded. He looked at the little girl and picked up the pillow next to her. He placed the pillow over the little girl's mouth and nose so that she couldn't breathe. He started crying as her eyes opened wide in terror then shut forever.
The he wrapped her in a blanket and tossed the two year old very far out the window. Then I woke up.
Last night I was watching the news. And there was the little girl's dead body wrapped in the same exact blanket I saw in my dream.