She felt absurd as she scrolled through the list of links, but it was the first time since she turned on her computer that she felt a spark of recognition. But how silly was that? She was no psychic by any means. If she were, she would certainly make better choices in life, starting with a better job. She chuckled as she clicked on one of the links. Seconds later she was completely engrossed in a story that someone had submitted to the open forum site about her possible experiences in the psychic world. The storyteller was not convinced that she was psychic but had so many brief encounters with the unknown that she felt compelled to ask the question – are my hallucinations a result of a psychic experience?
Chloe spent the rest of the afternoon reading similar accounts and time and time again came across stories similar to hers. Not necessarily bodies smashing into windshields, but people who saw things that weren’t really there. On occasion she would read of someone having the same hallucination more than once but in most of the cases she read, the hallucinations would abruptly end with no rhyme or reason. A few of them however described the hallucinations coming to fruition.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. Then her low battery warning gave her two seconds before her computer shut down. She sat there not even considering getting the power cord. She didn’t want to read more. Was there going to be an accident? Was she going to hit a biker while she was driving? She could spend the rest of her life in jail.
“This is ridiculous,” she told herself and decided to redirect her attention to an air conditioned bedroom. The cold air was refreshing and slightly shocking. Nap time! She slept better than she had in days. When she woke, it was getting dark outside. She looked at her alarm clock. Almost four hours! She stretched and with her arms exposed, realized that it was way too cold. She stood, wrapping a loose blanket around her shoulders and turned the air conditioner down. She patted the top of it and said, “good girl. You did a good job.”
Back in the living room, she shed the blanket. It wasn’t as oppressive as it had been, but still a world of difference from the bedroom. She glanced at her computer and thoughts of the psychic hallucinations bounced in her mind. Quite silly now that she had put time between her and the accounts of psychic or possible psychic experiences. She didn’t really believe in that kind of nonsense anyway, did she? It was all hocus pocus and she made up her mind that if she experienced any other similar hallucinations that she would call her doctor. But considering she just slept for four hours, it was pretty safe to say that she had been suffering from sleep deprivation. Now perhaps she was caught up on her sleep and would even sleep better that night. So tomorrow would be a better day. One with no bodies flinging off her windshield. It was perfect timing to reevaluate her life and habits. Perhaps she would cut down on the coffee. Two cups rather than three during the day. More sleep. And yes, she would start running again. Maybe drag her bicycle out of storage.
She was struck with a horrifying thought. What if the images she were seeing were actually a prediction of herself being hit by a car? That’s it. She would dig out her old running sneakers and leave her bike in storage. She was smart enough to know that she was not a psychic having predictions but she was smarter still not to chance the possibility that she was given some kind of cosmic warning. Running shoes it was. She rolled a piece of cheese into a slice of bologna (she’d have to evaluate her eating habits another time, when there was more selection in the fridge) and changed into running clothes.
No comments:
Post a Comment