I know I'll be mocked and I am sensitive about it but since I was a very young child, I've known things I couldn't possibly have known or even had an inkling about long before they happened. By 8 my parents were completely freaked out by me. I literally "see" things before they happen - anything from seconds before to five years. There's been a lot of instances over the years, too much to go into. I actually feel a bit embarassed and ashamed about it and it's not something I particularly like about myself.
I also want to point out that I'm a completely logical, sensible, rational person. I know it doesn't make sense and I wouldn't have believed me either.
Luckily, a grandparent was the same, their whole life and oddly things got more intense for me and my "knowing" after they died. Like I said, I'm embarrassed, I don't want to be mocked but I'll give a childhood example. Eight, playing in the garden. All of a sudden stopped in my tracks, overwhelming feeling of sadness and I said to myself, out loud, "oh no. Someone's died."
Felt sick and panicky. Ran inside panicking and saw my parents, who asked what was wrong and I just started crying and stuttering, "someone's just died". My mum thought I meant in the street and started to rush to the door to help. The phone rang pretty much 5 minutes after my feelings started, my Dad picked it up. He was being called into his business as a nice lady from work had just been found dead in the toilet. Very much unexpected.
And yes it could have all just been a coincidence but then something very similar happened again 6 weeks later and a few months after that and it just kept happening. Not just deaths, nice things too.
It did genuinely disturb my parents but my grandparent who had the same experiences just pointed out that in years gone by, I would have been seen as having a gift and would have been earmarked as one of the "see-ers" or "wise women" of the village in the culture we were originally from.
Now I'm older, I am a bit more open about it. I might speak up about nice things I know are going to happen, but in a jokey way and only with people I trust. Friends are both bemused and spooked.
One of my favourite moments was during our panel presentations for our MAs, we were getting called in at random...a group of 48 all waiting in the lecture hall to be called into adjacent seminar rooms. After the second person had presented, I turned to my boyfriend, squeezed his hand and said "good luck babe, deep breath and don't fuck up" and he said "why have you just said that?!". I said, "Cause you're next!". He said, "you can't possibly know that!". The door opened and our tutor said "James? You're up next!" and his face was a picture. After he came out, he joked and said, "you're next!" and I said, "No. Kate's next. I'm 7th." I was right. It was really amusing. He was convinced the module head and I had an inside joke going on.
I never speak about the frightening stuff. I have my own set of rules in terms of ethics with what I'll share, but I've got to the stage where I do speak about most of what I've seen with my parents. I have to as otherwise I feel like I'm going nuts! And I write some of it down.
I also suffer from anxiety and sometimes catastrophise so I try to hold everything lightly and hope I am wrong about some things. Occasionally I am wrong. I actually like that...it's less scary than being right all the time.
Anyway, I've probably succeeded in making myself seem utterly mad. In a way, I'd rather I was because I know there is no scientific/logical explanation. Nor is there any reason or purpose as far as I can see. Some of it, maybe, I tried to warn a very distant relative I'd not seen for decades that they needed to be careful as I'd seen something bad happen to them (I saw their family panic stricken and weeping over them but they were speaking in their first language which I could only partly understand) but by the time we got through on the phone they were already on the way to hospital after an accident - so if I'd just been a bit quicker I suppose the purpose could have been that I'd have been able to stop it and prevent it. But anyway...I don't understand it, didn't really want it and it causes me more stress than anything that's good about it. But it's just something very weird about me that I can't really stop.