Another week passed with a single recurrence of Sally’s visions. It was the same visions, a young man, the number 18 and a bloody knife. Sally was a little unhinged by the visions but decided not to tell her husband and make him worry. She kept it to herself.
Another week passed.
It was a Friday and Sally did the bulk of her shopping on that day, stocking up for the weekend. The tasks at hand did not allow her time to consider the last vision she had – the needs of home and family now kept her head on track for doing what had to be done.
She finished her shopping and moved out to the parking lot. She unlocked the doors and raised the rear door in order to place her groceries inside.
Sally was loading her third bag into her car when an eerie feeling again overcame her.
“My God” she thought, “another vision?”
But no vision came to mind. She stared across the parking lot, wondering now what was challenging her. There she saw a familiar sight – but it was no vision.
It was the young man FROM her vision. And he stood some fifty feet away, staring directly at her.
Sally threw the remaining shopping in the car, slammed the door shut and looked again in the direction of where the young man had appeared.
He was gone.
Sally started her vehicle while her mind raced. Was she going crazy? Was there really something that that accident had caused? Though frustrated now with worry, she drove home immediately, leaving the shopping in the vehicle, rushing indoors, locking the door behind her – then she called her husband.
Carl was home in minutes, calming his now extremely nervous spouse. She shared with him the vision she had kept secret, Carl seeming noticeably frustrated that she had kept information from him.
After a little bit when Sally seemed to be calmed down, Carl went out and retrieved the groceries, all the time scanning the street and passing cars, looking to see if he would see anyone matching his wife’s description.
“I may be crazy, Carl, but the man in my visions is exactly like the man I saw outside the grocery store.” Sally explained. “Now how can that be unless I’m all of a sudden psychic or something.”
To eliminate possibilities Carl and Sally went to a clinic where an MRI was performed. A day later Sally’s Doctor called, telling Sally there was absolutely nothing to indicate any problems inside her head.
That night Sally and Carl attempted to discuss just what it was that had happened to her. It was still early when the door bell rang. Carl took a peek outside to make sure there was no danger, then opened the door and welcomed his friend from the police department, Chief Brian Gidron.
Sally learned that Carl had approached his police friend after the shopping incident. In conversation with Carl and Sally, the Chief indicated he could get the help of the police sketch artist if Sally was willing to spend the time with her.
Sally agreed, the next day, while looking every which way before walking out the door, drove to the police station and was introduced to Diana Williams, police sketch artist.
Two hours later, Officer Rachel Williams, and after being extremely patient in working with Sally, a finished composite was completed. Sally was amazed at the likeness.
“Miss Williams, this is unbelievable!” Sally exclaimed. “That is darn near exactly like the man from my visions and the guy I saw at the grocery store.”
The Police Chief informed them that he would circulate the picture and see if there was anything that would pop up on people being sought by police.
Sally went home, locked every door and window, then, emotionally exhausted, fell asleep on the couch.