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Go to TrueScaryStories r/TrueScaryStories 7 yr. ago EowynJade Predicted Death I had gained some friends after transferring schools and during a sle€pover one night, I told my best friend Riley that her mother was going to have a baby. She had been worrying that her mother was prҽgnant again - as she was one of the older kids of six and she knew the signs - but she never once discussed it with me. I wasn't even told that she had that many siblings. Sure enough, a week later her mother announced that they were expecting chıld number seven. Riley told everyone in our grade that I had some freakishly psychic powers, and suddenly everyone wanted me to predict their future's. Obviously my gifts do not work like that. However, I thrived in the attention that it got me and I started reading peoples palms for fun. Around this time, my parents were frequently leaving me alone at home to go on vacations or to nice dinners and would leave me with a babysitter named Maggie when my grandmother was unable to look after me. Maggie was amazing and soon became a girl I could look up to, she was eighteen years old and had a first cousin - Charlie - that was in the seventh grade at my school. Although her cousin was three years oldeг than me, she rode my bus since she lived only about five blocks from me. I wanted to like Charlie, like I liked Maggie, but she tended to bully me on the bus - making fun. Anyways, me revealing that I was a palm reader and such only gave her more ammunition to bully me with, and one day she sat uncomfortably close and egged me on to read her palm or tell her her future. She had been nagging for me to do it for a while so eventually I gave in, telling myself that this would be the perfect time to scare her and, get even. When I read her palm, I had this idea in my mind of what I was going to tell her: that she was going to get hurt or that some gh0st was hunting her. However, when I opened my mouth to say something of that sort, I suddenly blurt out something entirely different. "You will die before you turn 18, and when you die you will kill two people." Of course she just bustɛd out laughing? Charlie obviously knew that I was just trying to freak her out. I shook it off, thinking nothing of the strange half-threat that I blurted out, assuming that I just didn't think before I spoke. I could not have been more wrong. Flash forward to when I am a freshman in high school and I completely forgot of that day, in fact I had nearly forgotten about my favorite babysitter - Maggie. She had moved away to college in a different state and Charlie had gone to a different high school than I ended up going to. One night, when I was nearly fifteen years old, my mother came into the living room and she looked like she had been crying. During this time, my parents were getting divorced so I assumed she had been drınkıng again, which was usually when she started crying. I stood up, ready to take the parenting role and put her to bed, but she had the house phone in her hand and said "Honey, you need to sit døwn for this." I immediately stiffened and lowered onto the couch, keeping on the edge, wondering immediately if something happened to grandma or my father who had moved out several months ago. She told me then that there had been a horrible car crash, four drunk girls got into the car and decided to have a joy ride around the train tracks that were not too far from here. The train didn't hït them or anything, but there was a hill leading up to the tracks and then to the left, a ditch. Many cars had slid or tipped into the ditch if they drove too fast over the hill and tracks without turning their car slightly to the right to avoid it. Apparently they had taken to jumping the tracks by using the hill like a ramp with the radio blasting but they ended up flipping down the ditch and three of the four passengers died instantly - the fourth survived against all odds. The driver? Charlie, aged 17 with her 18th birthday that next week. The survivor? My childhood babysitter Maggie. Maggie ended up telling the story of what happened, since she was only a bit topsy and soon came to remember that night just before the crash. Charlie had hït her head on one of the jumps and was feeling dizzy when they went to do another jump, so they decided to just go over the hill and continue towards the hospıtal, worrying that she had alcohol poısoning or a concussion. The last thing that she remembers is Charlie started to seize in the front seat, her foot hitting the gas hard towards the track - the rest is gone. She had possibly died before the car crashed, maybe even causing the crash - as if kılling the two other girls in the car while déád.