This took place in Michigan. In the 1950's. I was four years old at the time. My Mom would take my sister and I to Grandmas house every week, leave us there as she went to some doctor appointment, she had to go to. We at first loved to go to Grandmas house, she was a smart lady and treated us pretty good. Always had some treats for us when we arrived.
But one day Mom dropped my sister and I off to Grandmas house (her Mom) and I didn't want to be there. I told Mom to let us go with her, she told us we couldn't. I cried when she left and my baby sister, seen me cry so she did too.
Grandma couldn't figure out what was wrong. I told her there was a bad man down the hall, where we would have to pass to go to the bathroom. Grandma said there was no one there. She took us down the hallway to the rooms she rented out (she had 12 kids and lots of bedrooms she rented out, after her kids left home). She open the doors to the four bedrooms down there and no one was in them. We were fine for that day.
The next week we were dropped off at Grandmas house. I thought there was not one there as the week before there wasn't, so was much happier. I went into the house with my little sister and again I felt there was a bad man in her house. Again she showed us there wasn't.
It was a couple weeks before, my little sister and I had to go to Grandmas house. When I went in I told her there was a bad man in her house. She did state she had three of her four rooms rented out one man and two woman. She couldn't show us the rooms now, as they were private rooms.
We went down the hall with our backs against the wall, so we could see if anyone open there doors. No one did on the way to the bathroom or on the way back. We did this every time we go to Grandmas house for a long time.
One day while passing the first door, and old man came out grabbed my sister and I and dragged us into his room. He locked his door behind us. He told me to come to him, or he get my sister. I told him I would come leave my sister alone. This man molested me. After that he unlocked the door and threaten me, if I told anyone he hurt my baby sister.
When we went to Grandmas house and had to go to the bathroom after that, we run outside to the other door and go to the bathroom. After doing that a few times, Grandma wanted to know why. I started to cry and I told her what the bad man did to me, and not to tell him or he would hurt my little sister.
When we went back the next week, Grandma told us we didn't have to worry about the bad man anymore. He was not there in her home. She nearly had to drag me to his room. Which she open up and took me inside to show me, he was not in there. Only then did I feel he was gone.
After that going to Grandmas was fun, I had a great time with her in her home and never felt frighten anymore. Even though she did through out my years have more men who rented from her. But none of them ever bothered us, spoke to us or harmed us. I never felt afraid again.
It wasn't until years later I learned, that Grandma had told the guys that rented the rooms, if they ever bothered us girls, she phone the police and have them taken away. Like the last man had been taken away.
This is the earliest that I can remember have this ability, to know what was going to happen way before it did. And at that time didn't know what it was called. Since then I have had many Premonitions in my life time.