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  • On a cold winters day in a small town, I was driving home. As I grip the turn signaler in my hand a cold chill runs down my spine. I shake it off as if it was nothing. These cold chills would run down my spine from time to time, I remember a friend telling me when you caught a chill for no reason, it was because someone walked across your future grave. After trying to shake the memory of her telling me that I lite a smoke. Inhaled slowly and began to relax into the driver seat. With the wheel in between my fingers, I was now in control. Control of my destiny is what i had in mind, until I drove by this. At least a dozen buzzards perched on top of a closed funeral home. The first thing that ran through my mind was, wow that was weird. Then I began to rationalize like any human being would. Its funeral home that's normal right. Nope not normal, never remembered that happening at any other funeral home I had been too. Then I thought well maybe I should contact someone. Maybe someone was dead inside. Why would there be someone dead inside a closed funeral home. Oh my God, what if someone got murdered and then their body was placed there. I shrugged it off like a chip off the old block. I was being crazy. I was thinking crazy. And in the end it was nothing, the local news did a story on it and nothing fruitful came of it. But after uploading and sharing it on Facebook I realized that mins before I saw them I got that cold chill. What if I could sense death? What if this was my secret superman power? Another day spent wasted trying to find my superman Power. Whats yours?

    John Wesley
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