Psychic Predictions is a strange story about a woman whose forecast for the future contains both good luck and bad luck. Leave a comment and let me know if you get the ending.
There was a young woman who believed in psychics and fortune telling. She wanted to know what life held in store for her, so she visited an old lady who had a reputation for giving very accurate predictions of the future.
The psychic held her hand and went into a trance. In a deep voice, she said “In the next four years, you will have three strokes of good luck and one stroke of bad luck.”
The young woman went home that evening, wondering what good and bad events lay in her future. The next day, she met a very handsome young man and they began dating. He fell in love with her at first sight and treated her like a queen. This was the first stroke of good luck that the psychic predicted.
Within a year, the man asked her to marry him and she said yes. Her parents were overjoyed and the wedding was attended by all of their friends and family. The young woman felt like her life was finally going the way she wanted. This was the second stroke of good luck that the psychic predicted.
The woman was very happily married. Her husband was wealthy and there was very little that they could not afford. Soon after the wedding, she discovered she was pregnant. The delighted young couple eagerly awaited the birth of their child and nine months later, they were blessed with a beautiful and healthy baby girl. This was the third stroke of good luck that the psychic predicted.
The woman began to grow uneasy. She had experienced the three stroke of good luck, but now she started to worry about the bad luck that lay in store for her. She found that she couldn’t enjoy her life because the thought of impending disaster was always on her mind. She began to have problems sleeping because of all the fear and trepidation she experienced.
One night, she had a terrible nightmare. In the dream, she could see her little baby sleeping peacefully in her cot. Suddenly, a pair of white hands lifted the infant up and brought it over to the window. As she watched in horror, she saw the hands open the window and throw the baby out.
She awoke in a cold sweat. Her heart was beating rapidly. She rushed into her baby’s bedroom and found the cot empty and the window standing open. When she looked out the window, she screamed in horror. Her beautiful little baby was lying in a pool of blood on the concrete outside.
The young couple were devastated. Their happy family life had been shattered by tragedy. The young woman felt certain that this was the stroke of bad luck that the psychic had predicted. Despite the horror of what had happened to their child, the woman and her husband decided that they had to be strong and continue with their lives. They were still very much in love and
One night, the woman had another terrible nightmare. In the dream, she saw her husband lying in bed, asleep. Suddenly, a pair of white hands appeared, holding a large kitchen knife. The hands began stabbing her husband again and again. The woman could only watch in horror as her husband was murdered in cold blood.
She awoke in a cold sweat, her heart beating rapidly. When turned to her husband for comfort, she recoiled in horror. He was lying beside her in a pool of blood and a knife was sticking out of his chest.
Now, the woman was completely devastated. Her happy life had been torn to pieces. Her child and her husband had both been murdered. She began to wonder if she would ever be able to recover from these tragedies. The psychic had predicted one stroke of bad luck, but not two. “How could this have happened?”, she thought. “The psychic’s prediction was wrong.”
The woman went back to visit the psychic one evening.
“What kind of a fake fortune teller are you?” she screamed at the psychic. “You predicted one stroke of bad luck. Well, it happened. My baby was murdered. You never told me that I would have a second stroke of bad luck. My husband was murdered as well!”
The psychic looked at the woman with sadness in her eyes and took her by the hand.
“Oh, my poor woman”, she said. “You don’t understand. I predicted three strokes of good luck and one stroke of bad luck. Your good luck is that you met a handsome man, got married and had a baby. Your bad luck is that you sleepwalk.”