Whether you call it gut instinct - or even a premonition - these three women all proved to be right on the money...
PASSING ON THE GIFT
Chatting to my mate Juliet in my living room, I suddenly felt a familiar, sickly feeling.
‘Something bad is going to happen,’ I said.
‘You’re just feeling anxious,’ she said.
I was only 14, so I waved her off home and hoped I was wrong.
But that same night, Juliet was mugged.
Thankfully, she wasn’t harmed, but it wasn’t the first time that I’d known something was going to happen.
Aged three, Mum had found me inconsolable one night.
'Sarah, crash! Sarah, crash!’ I repeated.
The following morning, she got a phone call… My cousin, Sarah, had been in a road accident.
After that, Mum was forever telling me
I was psychic, and now it seemed I’d been right once again.
Two years on from Juliet’s mugging, I had a gut-wrenching feeling once more.
This time, it was my aunt, uncle and my other cousin who were in a crash.
That same year, I sadly lost my dad to a heart attack.
A few months on, Mum and I were in the living room when I had the urge to blurt something out.
‘You’ve got cancer, haven’t you?’ I said.
‘How did you know?’ she asked, looking ashen.
I just had that feeling again and something told me it was for Mum.
It was lung cancer and, just two months later, she passed away.
After that I started seeing psychics, hoping to hear from Mum and Dad.
As well as them coming through, I was told I had The Gift.
My daughter, Saskia, seemed to have inherited it too.
‘You’re going to have a baby girl, but you’ll need an operation to get her out,’ she told me when she was just six.
I was sceptical because I’d had natural births with my other three. But Leah was six weeks premature and did indeed arrive by Caesarean.
As for me, I got my most recent hunch last year, before Saskia’s taxi home from school was involved in a crash. I was so grateful it was only a minor bump.
Although my hunches never tell me anything good, I’m glad I get them so I know to be vigilant.
By Kirsty Vater, 32, Leeds, West Yorkshire
DEER ME!
As my boyfriend steered our hire car through the dark Scottish woods, the headlights cast eerie shadows.
Jeff, who worked on the oil rigs, had a training course in Aberdeenshire and he’d invited me to join him there for a few days.
Suddenly, I had a vision of a deer running out in front of us – and it was so vivid, I actually cried out.
‘Jeff! Please, slow down!’ I called.
Thankfully, Jeff did just that, because a moment later a deer really did run out in front of our car!
We managed to get to
a police station to report the incident, but the car was a write-off.
I shuddered to think how much more serious the accident could have been
if I hadn’t told Jeff to slow down.
I had no idea where the warning had come from, but a few years later, driving for my job as a sales rep, I heard an ad for a competition to win a wedding reception.
By then, Jeff and I had got engaged. It was a second marriage for both of us, so we’d planned to tie the knot in the Caribbean, just the two of us.
But as soon as I heard about the competition, I just knew that Jeff and I were going to win.
‘Put something nice on,’ I told Jeff on the morning of the wedding fair. ‘We might have to go on stage when we win.’
Jeff laughed, but I was deadly serious.
We arrived at the hotel that was holding the fair, and filled out our entry form to win the reception.
Later that day, surrounded by other hopeful couples, we watched a flower girl with a basket that was holding all the entry forms walk down the aisle.
I had this very clear vision of the woman reading out my name, right before she did!
Jeff’s face was an absolute picture, but again I couldn’t explain how I’d known.
The win meant that after our wedding in St Lucia, we were able to have a blessing and reception back at home.
This year, we celebrated 25 years of marriage, while last year I published my first novel, White Rabbits, about a woman who wins the lottery.
It’s all about luck and manifesting, just like I’ve done in my own life.
By Dawn Llewellyn-Price, 66, Swansea, White Rabbits is available on Amazon
UNDER ATTACK
Climbing into bed, I paused.
The night before, I’d swapped my pillow to the opposite end of my bed for a change.
But now, something in my mind told me to swap it back.
I didn’t think much of it, but around 1am, I woke up with a weird sense of dread.
I tried to go back to sleep.
Everything’s fine, I told myself.
However, a few moments after, my eyes pinged open again.
As soon as I closed them once more, my bedroom window shattered as a heavy object flew through the air.
It landed so hard on my lower left leg, which was on top of the duvet, I screamed out in pain.
Almost immediately, there was a second crash of glass.
‘Oh my God, Emma!’ Mum cried, running into my bedroom to see my bruised and bloodied leg.
‘Someone’s thrown bricks through our windows,’ she said in a panic.
One had gone through my bedroom window, while a second had smashed the bathroom one.
My poor stepdad had been on the loo at the time.
A third brick had been thrown at the living-room window.
I realised that If I’d slept the wrong way round for a second night, the brick in the bedroom would have hit me in the head.
‘I could have died,’ I told Mum.
It didn’t bear thinking about.
Thankfully, the paramedics agreed that I didn’t need to go to the hospital.
But we had to get the windows boarded up and, by the following morning, my leg had turned black.
It took weeks for the scabs to heal.
Although we went to the police, we never found out who threw the bricks.
I will also never know what – or who – told me to sleep the right way round that night either.
I just felt that something would happen.
Since losing Mum in 2013 – and my nan a few years later – I’ve felt unseen touches on my shoulder and arm, as well as the sensation of someone sitting down on the end of my bed.
I definitely think there’s more out there than we understand.
By Emma Wilkinson, 35, Barnsley, South Yorkshire