My Granny Gheeta was a woman of many talents, however, her most famous contribution to our family was her skillfulness of having visions. During her lifetime, Granny had visions on every subject under the sun. From going to the market, to  her female Grandchildren being in the "family way".
 
Therefore, when Granny died many family members thought her spiritual divinations were dead and buried as well, however, I know for a fact that they are more alive today.
 
I was in a twilight sleep one Sunday afternoon, when Granny Gheeta appeared. She quietly summoned me, telling me she had something to show me.
 
Granny herald, "Don't be alarmed, but I have something to show you, be careful someone is stalking you."
 
I laughed, I said, "Granny, you are being absurd!"
 
Like a fairy, she used her hands as magic wands and showed me someone lurking behind a door. She showed me pictures, where I was in my bedroom sleeping and a Big, Bulky figure, covered with a hoodlike cape picked me up and carried me away to a remote location. When I awoke from my sleep, the figure gave me a thwap on the head. After I came around a second time, I was surrounded by strange, cloaked individuals. Almost as if they were preparing to make a sacrifice.
 
Granny was very stern in her deliberations which made me realize that her appearance was not a hoax or one of her casual pranks.....This was a serious premonition Granny had returned from the grave to deliver.
 
Granny Gheets cautiously urged me to pay attention to my surroundings. Although, Granny was very convincing, I had not seen any signs of unusual behavior or causes for concern. It wasn't until several days later, I started smelling cigarettes in my apartment. I am not a smoker, so I wondered where the scent was coming from. I searched high and low, and then I saw a fleeting image of Granny brush pass my closet. I  ferociously cleared out the closet, and searched the walls and panels, then I felt a cool breeze, and I looked up. The panel above my closet was covered with a big, gaping hole that lead to the roof. There the smell of smoke was more emminent than ever. It suddenly dawned on me, that someone was on the roof waiting to descend through my closet. It was then, I decided to stack tons of heavy bins in there and had the area sealed off.
 
I sighed a gesture of relief thinking that Granny's preview of things to come were somehow aborted due to my findings, but, I kept receiving visions from Granny and each time they were more intense. She said, "The barbarians are coming, they are looking for the nearest airport..."
 
I was baffled what did Granny mean?
 
A few days passed and everything seemed as normal as could be, until, one night I woke from my sleep because I felt an aura of eeriness around. I saw Granny's image pass through my foyer area to my front door. I went over to the area where I thought she had gone, it seemed as if she had passed through the window, so I looked out and there I saw a Big, Bulky man with a hoodie over his head, milling around on my patio and proceeding toward my front door.
 
Interestingly enough, I was calm, because Granny had forewarned me, so I was prepared to go into "Home Alone" mode. Oddly enough, after turning on the porch light the figure disappeared. For me, things were getting rather spooky. I reported the incident but, nothing ever came of the matter and I shrugged it off as an isolated event.
 
Then, one day I came home, and my lock on my door had been tampered with because when I tried to use my key it seemed to take a long time to open the door. When I inspected the lock, there was evidence that the knob had been juggled because the unpainted area of the lock was showing. I entered the apartment very carefully, flinging each door to squish anyone that would be lurking. I scanned the place and it seemed empty. It wasn't until I proceeded to the bathroom, that I saw sediments on my ruffled toilet cover. It was as if someone was doing masonry work in my bathroom. When I looked above, they had cleverly taken out the vent, and dug a gaping hole, that a very slender person could fit through. They covered the area back with a larger vent, and painted around it.
 
After these three incidents, I knew that Granny Gheeta's message was not mullarky. I was in clear and present danger. After many days of reporting my harrowing experiences, and taking the necessary precautions, the situation seemed to correct itself.
 
Many months passed, and I had not seen or heard from Granny so I thoroughly believed she was pleased in the way in which I had handled the matter. Until, one night as I was driving home from work, I felt the gnawing sense of someone following me, I did my best to elude the perpetrator, but there was another obstacle. Suddenly the thorougfare became besieged with trailers, as I looked around, I was the only vehicle on the road at the time, a van sped up behind me and one of the trailer's rear door opened, it felt as if the van was trying to force my car into the trailer. I looked in my rear view mirror and there I saw Granny with a grim look on her face and shaking her head....I knew that I was under siege.
 
My Jamaican roots came out in full form, my adrenalin went into overdrive and I shifted my gears, and duplicated a scene from the "Fast and furious". I was able to cleverly and narrowly escape the vehicle sandwich by exiting on a dirt road. 
 
Granny no longer had to shout from the rooftop, there were forces that were vying for me and she was on to them.
 
All throughout my childhood years I was a skeptic of some of Granny's visions and dreams. After her vivid account of events in my life, I no longer doubted the power of loved ones from the grave and beyond. So, to all the non-believers who throw caution to the wind when their family members tell them about visions and dreams, Listen Up! Their tales just might save your life.
 

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