I’ve always been what my Momma and Beans call sensitive. Not
emotionally sensitive, I’m that too, but what we are talking about is sensitive
to paranormal things. I had my first “experience” when I was fourteen. An
striking man, probably in his twenties, walked up to me at the barn I was
working in, he asked me where Rita was, I had no idea, there wasn’t a Rita in
the barn, horse or human. He shook his head in frustration, mumbled a curse
word and walked on past me; he faded as he reached the office door down the aisle.
Two weeks later Rita arrived at the barn, she was about my mom’s age. Over time
I built a friendship with her and learned she had once shown horses for this
barn. Her father had learned she was planning on marrying the groom at the barn
and shipped her off to another family member in Long Island .
She’d never seen Mark again. I never told her I’d seen him.
A few months ago I had an experience with a friend. She
showed up at the store, recognized me immediately and we caught up on old
times. She had walked in the door like any normal person, but she had walked in
almost knowing I was there. A few days later her brother called me to tell me
she’d been killed, in a riding accident in Kansas
Sensitive, that’s what they call it...
The first time I sat in the clearing with Bowman I heard
something move through the fallen leaves. I felt a presence of something there,
something watching us. I had turned my head and looked but there was nothing
there, at the time I had thought it was just a bunny moving through the grass.
I hadn’t given it a second thought, until today.
For some reason today I didn’t go directly to the clearing. Instead
I walked quietly through the rest of the trees. I took my time, simply enjoying
the day and the little yellow finches in the trees. Alongside the trail a weasel
ran up a tree and stared at me. As I walked past him he squealed, leapt off the
tree and ran across the ground. I chuckled to myself and watched him run.
I stopped by the pond and watched the returning ducks lazily
swim across the surface. There was a quiet whisper and I turned my head,
wondering where it had come from, who had dared to intrude on my place. I
followed the sound quietly and realized it was coming from the clearing.
My heart beat hard in my chest. I saw myself first and then
him. I froze where I was and stared for a moment, “what is happening?” I
thought to myself.
I sat down in the grass and watched. I stared trying to
decide if I was hallucinating. The past me turned her head and looked around,
the same way I had that day. My eyes brushed over where I was sitting and
looked back at Bowman.
I stayed where I was and watched the figures until they got
up and walked away. A few steps past me they faded. My heart pounded hard in my
chest, I stood up and walked over to the clearing, unsure of what had just
happened.
It was then I knew that only Beans would have the answer...
If she hadn’t already told me…
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