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What I am about to tell you is a story that I lived 30 years ago, it happened at dawn on April 6, 1991.
In my time as a young girl, I discovered metaphysics, always the things that go beyond the reasonable for me were a mystery and were part of my day to day, in those studies began to develop my sense of vision by dreams. Which manifested a certain fear at bedtime, as it was frequent to see aspects of the lives of others and worse to see what would happen in the near future.
My dream was as follows:
I was traveling on a bus to the capital of my country one night with a friend from college. When I left, I immediately fell asleep, since the trip would last 10 to 12 hours and the time passed faster that way.
And suddenly we found ourselves in the passenger terminal, but the one in my city where we had left from, it was something inexplicable, we wondered what happened and we had no answers, we walked for a few minutes looking for an answer since we had not arrived at the place where we should be, but the people seemed upset and besides that, deaf.
We decided to walk to see what was going on and so we would return at night and travel again. Among so many people we began to notice that people were passing between us and it was a kind of generalized tickling that we experienced, we looked at each other and laughed, but then we began to question this phenomenon that was happening.
No one could hear or see us, fear took hold of me immediately. Over the loudspeakers they gave the news that a bus on its way to the capital had fallen off the bridge over the lake at 11pm, killing almost all the passengers.
It was worse to hear such news, I started to cry and despair, I was DEAD!!!! We both were, and we didn't know what we should do.
We went to my house where my family would be, we arrived and there were my brothers and nephews watching TV on the floor and others on the furniture, I said hello and no one heard me, I started to scream desperate for someone to hear me and only one of my nieces said:
-I think I hear Aunt Eugenia!
But that was as far as it went. When I went to my parents' room, they were both crying, I assume they would have heard by now.
Those were moments of despair and frustration when I did not know that I had been heard and also when I found out that I was dead.
My friend and I sat on the porch of the house and studied our options, the first being that we were dead, the second that we hadn't eaten for hours and weren't hungry, and the worst of all, if we were dead why were we there?
And suddenly we saw a very bright white light, we looked at each other and ran towards it.
When I woke up I was very upset and scared, I went to sit down to talk to my mom and tell her about the dream I had had, when my dad came in with the newspaper in hand and said:
-A tragedy occurred last night on the bridge... a bus fell into the lake and almost all the passengers died!
Which made me almost turn into a ghost again from the pale white color I grabbed.
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The story holds our attention as suspense mounts. What has happened to the narrator? Foreshadowing gives us a clue that something extra-natural will occur:
It is good that you inform the reader early on that the narrator believes she is dead. Sometimes, writers leave the reader in such suspense in surreal situations that the result is frustration rather than anticipation. Here we are curious and even worried, but not frustrated.
In the end, you tie the pieces of the story together by concluding with a validation of the foreshadowing. The narrator had a vision, apparently, of the tragedy on the bridge.
Thank you for posting this interesting story in the Ink Well community.
What an intriguing and disturbing story. It gave me tingles down my spine! You did a great job with building suspense and keeping the reader interested until it is revealed that the dream was also a premonition.
Wow... Really captivating.
I'm really glad the narrator survived the ordeal. Dreaming of seeing one's self die is not a funny dream at am.
Thankfully, that particular dream didn't come true.
This is a beautiful piece, keep it up.