I Predicted My Mother’s Accident As A kid
Tags: Car Accidents, Self, Feelings, Psychic, Sixth Sense

I Predicted My Mother’s Accident As A kid

Do you ever have that tingly feeling where you feel like something was wrong? Maybe a sixth sense?

I was around six years old when it happened. I was in my room playing the piano with my cousin. I wasn’t good at it and still isn’t (I wish I had stuck with the piano lessons). We were just fooling around.

I waited for my mother to come home. She worked in the city while my grandparents took care of me in the suburb so it always took her until seven to get back home.

We were in my room for approximately ten minutes. We had done the same thing many times before.

I still remember how he holds his foam sword, waving it around while I clumsily danced my fingers across the keys of the piano.

I wanted to impress him with my “piano skills” although all I could master was going from one side to another in an uncreative melody of low to a high pitch. My cousin didn’t mind though.

All of a sudden I had a terrible feeling of anxiety, panic, sadness, and nervousness.

I didn’t know where it came from.

I became highly conscious of everything. Of every sound and every sight. It felt a bit like mourning. I was afraid. I don’t know of what. Maybe afraid of the emanating sadness because it didn’t feel good.

As a kid, I had nothing to be stressed about. My grandparents took care of me and my cousin while our parents were at work. I had done my homework from kindergarten that day and it wasn’t difficult. If I recall correctly it was colouring and repeating the same word presented on the blank lines.

It didn’t take me long to finish it and my cousin and I spent most of the time together after school after we had each finished with the homework. We had a lot of fun thus there was no reason for why I was feeling the way I did.

Nothing changed from one moment to the next before I started to feel a sense of heaviness in my heart like grief, loss, and despair. It came out of nowhere.

I couldn’t put my feelings into words as much as I could do so now.

I was thinking of my mom and I didn’t know why. I was hoping she would be home soon. I always waited for her to come home but on that day the feeling was different. It wasn’t exciting and far from it, it was a sense of profound sadness and unfounded worry.

I shifted my legs and jumped off the high piano chair. I remember feeling shameful and embarrassed and didn’t want my cousin to find out why I was acting so strange. He didn’t notice. At least that’s what I thought.

I quickly rushed him outside of my room and we played in the lounge area on the second floor right outside my door. All the while the feeling persisted. The unexplained nervousness which I didn’t know how to get rid of.

The terrible sense of anxiety brought me weird feelings of darkness. As if something had gone terribly wrong.

I just want it to stop and I didn’t want to think about it. I preoccupied myself with my cousin as much as I could.

Then, my mother came home. I didn’t know when it was but it was likely near seven O’clock which was when she had always come home.

My mother had appeared nonchalant, not too different from how she acted on the other days and it was later on that I found out she had gotten into a car accident.

A truck that was driving in front of her had hit a dog and in a haze, the dog was hit by my mom’s car again.

My mother had pulled over to examine the dog who died shortly after. She went to the nearby Seven-Eleven. A nice clerk there helped my mom dealt with the dog’s body. They put him in a box and my mother took it home with the intention of burying the dog.

My mother’s car was alright but it did suffer a dent and some scratches. So it wasn’t too serious of an accident as my mother hadn’t got hurt. The dog, however, is a different story and I still feel bad about it to this day even though I had never seen the dog alive or dead.

It took me one day to tell my mom what I had felt before she came home the other day.

As a six-year-old, I have no idea that they have a word for the sixth sense.

I had entailed the story to my mom simply because I told her everything. She replied that maybe she and I had a special connection.

I didn’t know if the sudden feeling coincided with the exact moment my mother got into an accident but based on the distance between the Seven-Eleven and my grandparents’ house it could well be.

The experience has been by far one of the strangest things I had ever experienced.

The feeling I experienced that day is similar to the panic I felt before exams and the sorrow of a breakup although not exactly the same.

I still don’t know what happened that day. That strange surge of stress that perhaps I’ll never decipher but I like to believe that maybe I have a sixth sense.

It doesn’t hurt to believe in a little something extra and who knows maybe it’ll save some lives someday.

Have you ever experienced anything similar? Comment down below!