This my first post on here. I have a weird story that I'm still to this day trying to get some sort of insight on, so your comments will be welcomed. But negative comments-- well whatever...
Before I start a little background. I was born in Haiti my mother is into Voodo and at one time so was I. I don't really consider myself psychic but my mom and I seems to know when things are going to happen usually through dreams. Anytime I dream of something bad is going to happen it happens. My husband is a bit freaked out by this. I dreamt he had gotten into a car accident and I told him this and 2-3 days later he did!
I was living in a area called little Haiti in Miami FL. This was an apartment building. We; my mother, sister, brother and I was staying in a 1 bedroom teeny tiny apartment. The apartment had somewhat a little shelter/porch. Ok so, my family went out can't remember where, I was 14 home alone and bored! My boyfriend at the time (Jean) called and asked if he can come over to chill I said ok. We had a couch/love seat outside the door of the apartment so when he came 15-20 minutes later that is where he sat.
So we were chit chatting when something kept telling me to look up! Look up! When I looked up I noticed what appeared to be a medium sized crow flying towards my direction (I was leaning up against the open door of our apartment). I thought nothing of it as I assumed the bird was just going to fly up higher due to-- it's a bird! So I go back to my conversation but that voice was nagging me! So I once again found myself focusing in on this crow that now seems to be approaching at full speed as well as it had gotten a little closer it didn't look like it was going to do a u-turn! Something kept telling me to duck! Duck! Duck! The minute I ducked that thing flew straight into our apartment! I was freaked out! I asked Jean if he had just seen that?! Because he was facing me he looked at me like I was crazy. He said he didn't see anything! I thought he was screwing around with me for the simple fact that was impossible! I said, didn't you see the bird that just came straight for my eyes?! He says no no I'm tripping! I was not! I don't smoke nor did I drink.
I went into the apartment searching for the bird because there was only one way in and out and that would be the front door. There was no open windows (it's the hood open window equals open invitation to thieves) I ripped that tiny apartment apart searching for this bird that I swore tried to rip my eyes our of it's sockets. I searched and searched. Nothing. It's as if this thing just disappeared into thin air!
Even after we moved I searched for the birds carcas/bones. Nothing. Till this day I'm 27 years old I still wonder if I maybe went crazy for 15 minutes! I swear on my brothers grave that this is a true story. I'm not crazy I may have ripped the house apart like a lunatic but I'm not crazy.
I also would like to add, we had a cat (not when this incident happened) who would always find a way out. We had rats so the cat was always inside we didn't let him out; but somehow, some way, everytime we'd leave, lock the cat inside tightly we'd come home to an empty apartment the cat is nowhere to be found. I always wondered how does he get out?! Like I said no open windows. That apartment was always creepy.