OK, so it happened last year at my grandmas house,and I was starving. My grandma had just made fried chicken, and I was dying to have some. My family rule is adults in front, kids in back. So finally, I'm at the table and their was one piece of chicken left. I took a grab for it but then,someone I haven't seen before gets it first. I said to him, "May I please have that piece of chicken?" He did not say anything. "Hello? Hello?" Finally, I took the chicken out of his hand.
I went to go get my Mom, and I brought her into the kitchen and asked "Who is that?" " Who is who?"my Mom said. He was still there, and I could see him.
The next week we found out that I was a psychic.
By Hunter Smith, Copyright 2009
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