I have a few experiences that happened to me that I would like to share here and see what you guys think.
I lived in Seattle for a few years when I was a teenager, my dad moved us to Seattle after his brother died in a car accident. My uncle left behind his widow, 6 kids and his business that consisted of a tavern. His widow needed help running the business so my dad agreed to go manage it for her. The tavern was a family run business, my father managed it, and other family members worked as bartenders, waiters, cleaning crew, etc. The tavern was open until 1:30 am 7 days a week, my dad was there almost every night.
The tavern was very popular in the Latino community, on the weekends it had live music so there was a cover charge to get in. One particular weekend, my dad decided to come home early, he was exhausted so he called it a night and came home around 11:00pm.
Around 1:00am I woke up for no apparent reason, maybe two minutes later the phone started ringing, this was a time before cell phones so one of the two phones was always in my room. I remember sitting up and reaching for the phone that was on my nightstand when I told myself "I don't want to be the one told that Ricky is dead". Ricky was my 23 year old cousin that worked as security in the tavern.
The phone rang for a while, my parents never used to pick up the phone because 9 out of 10 times it was for me. My dad finally got tired of hearing it ring so he went to the living room to answer. A few seconds later I heard my dad yelling on the phone, he seemed very angry at someone, I obviously couldn't hear the person on the other side but I was thinking "dad is angry because they killed Ricky and he wasn't there to help him". I knew he had been shot in the back by a drunk customer, I knew he was dead.
Ricky had been called to the door because there was a customer that was upset he wasn't allowed in. Ricky explained to him that he had already had too much to drink and to come back another day. The guy left and about an hour later returned with a gun and shot my cousin 4 times in the back. I never told anyone that I knew Ricky was dead before my dad even picked up the phone. It is a very sensitive subject in my family and I wouldn't bring it up now. I remember my aunt, Ricky's mom, was told that he died instantly, somehow I know that is not true. I have a feeling that he knew what was happening and was really scared. I've kept this to myself for many years and I've always wondered how and why I knew this.
When my mother lived in her house in Mexico she was good friends with one of her neighbors. The neighbor was a single mom of twin daughters and one son. The kids were really nice kids, always ran errands for my mom and constantly checked up on her.
I remember that over the years when I would visit my mother (almost every weekend) I would sometimes see them running around the neighborhood, they would always greet us with a smile and a wave.
One weekend before heading to my mom's house I stopped at a local casino and was playing the slots when I looked up and I saw the neighbor's son looking at me. So, I smiled at him and instead of smiling back he quickly looked away. I thought it was weird because he was always so friendly, then I thought that maybe he wasn't supposed to be there. The legal gambling age in Mexico is 18 years old, he looked like he wasn't a day older.
After a few minutes I look up again and this time he's sitting by a slot machine, I remember he was sitting sideways and spinning his chair a little. I noticed he didn't seem to be playing, I thought maybe he was waiting on someone, he seemed to be looking out into the rows of machines. I forgot about him for a while and when I remembered him I looked up and he was gone. I just thought it was weird he didn't greet me even though it seemed like he recognized me.
That night after a little bit of gambling I headed over to my mom's house to spend the rest of the weekend. After talking to my mom for a while that night, she told me that she had gone to a funeral two days before. The neighbor's son had been killed. He was having lunch with friends and two gunmen went in the restaurant and started shooting. The neighbor's son got shot in the head and died instantly. I told my mom that it was impossible, I had seen him just a few hours ago. It was not someone that looked like him, it was him!
I was planning on telling my mom I saw him that night but she beat me to it and told me he had died the week before. I don't know why I saw him, we weren't close, he also didn't seem to want me to relay any kind of message. He was just there...
About 10 years ago I was having a meeting with my Supervisor and she excused herself to take a personal phone call. She seemed to be arguing with someone and told the person that they would talk later. She apologized for the interruption and explained to me that her mom was giving her drama about feeling sick and had driven herself to the hospital. She said that her mom would often tell her that she was sick but the doctor's always told her it was just to get attention, it always turned out she was fine. During the rest of our meeting I could not get the feeling that her mom was not okay. I told myself to stop because I said to myself "her mom is going to die". I had never met her mom but something told me that my Supervisor was going to be sorry she didn't accompany her mom to the hospital that day. After our meeting I went out to lunch and when I got back I was told that my Supervisor had a family emergency and she had to leave and they didn't think she was coming back. That's when I knew for sure, I mean I was 100% positive that her mom had passed away.
As you have already guessed, her mom died that day in the hospital. It was very shocking to her family because the lady was only 60 years old and was told she was healthy. All the times she made drama over being sick it was for unrelated symptoms, headache, stomachache, back pain etc. My supervisor took her mom's death especially hard because she felt guilty for not believing she was sick and letting her drive herself to the hospital. I knew her mom was not mad at her and didn't want her to feel guilty, her mom felt bad that she fought with her the last time they spoke. Of course I never told her this because I have no way of knowing, I just do.
Please don't think I'm crazy or I'm making this up. I know it's really out there, that is why I've never told anyone about this. I'm hoping there are people that have had something like this happen to them?