Two weeks passed in the Glenn household. All back to normal and the family seemed to have totally forgotten Sally’s mishap.
It was Tuesday when after putting the last load of wash in the dryer, Sally took out her cutting board and a bunch of fresh vegetables she planned to cut up for healthy family snacks.
While slicing and chopping cucumbers she was suddenly taken with a funny feeling in her stomach. Her head seemed to be a little fuzzy for a moment, then expectantly, in her mind she saw the image of a young man. It lasted just a few seconds but Sally instinctively leaned against the counter.
While the image of a young man in her mind had gone away Sally was certain it was not something that she had just dreamed up. The vision was quite vivid, the young man having neatly trimmed brown hair, a red button-up shirt, but with a face that somehow struck Sally as menacing.
She rested a moment, regained her composure and returned to her food prep.
“You’re losing it, Sally Glenn” she half muttered to herself. But in a second her indomitable spirit came back. She flipped on the radio for some background noise and happily went about her daily duties.
That night in bed she jokingly shared her “experience” with Carl. Propped on his elbows, Carl’s face took on a look of concern.
“Maybe we should have you looked at, Sally.”
“It really wasn’t serious,” Sally reassured him, “I haven’t felt any other effects, no headaches or anything, it just lasted a few seconds.”
“Okay,” Carl said, “but I want to know the minute you have any additional problems. But after all, it may not be bad married to a brain dead hottie.”
That remark earned him a hit in his head with Sally’s pillow.
A few more days went by but this time Sally was at the clothes washer loading the next batch to be cleaned. As she stood erect she did not experience dizziness but the same feeling she had days before took over her again. The small tightening of the stomach caused her to close her eyes and lean against the appliance.
Crashing into her head again came the image of a young man, the same young man she had envisioned earlier. Then a number began to repeat in her mind, “Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen”. Then suddenly a feeling of total dread filled her.
She held tightly to her support and within moments the visions her mind had sent her went away. Still, this was a little frightening. She wondered if she should wait or tell Carl tonight about the experiences. She decided to wait.
Two days later the visions returned. But this time she saw the young man’s face, then in a new vision, the sight of a bloody knife held aloft by a man’s hand. Now Sally began to worry a little bit and decided to tell Carl, knowing he would insist on a visit to the doctor.
Carl took a day off to accompany Sally to the Doctor’s office. After the Doctor found no issues, not even any residual evidence she had put a lump on her head, he offered, “I don’t see anything but what you’re experiencing may be related to something I can’t see. Would you feel better to get a quick MRI so we’ll know for sure?”
Sally looked at Carl, “I don’t know if we need to that right yet, Carl. If I don’t get anything other than a weird feeling I can live with that.”
“Its up to you, Sally,” Carl replied, “but if anything else happens further, we’ll look at it more closely. Are you sure that you’re okay with your decision?”
“Quite sure.” Sally answered. “Anything more weird and I’ll call in my weird husband for consultation.”
They both smiled and hugged then made their way homeward.