Premonition Realized

She saw the crimson walls; felt the apprehension and fear; heard the screams without physical ears. They were not familiar to her so, she could not have warned them. She had no idea where the house was so, she could not have sent the police to help them. The bloody memory left ghosts hovering in her psyche for weeks; knowledge of the slaughter, fed hungry nightmares; as she prayed that she was wrong. Whom and where remained elusive; if only she knew; lives could be saved. Premonitions repeat in dreams; torturing the dreaming mind with, precognitive news is bad enough, as it is; without the waiting and anticipation of hearing what one already knows. When the house appeared on the nightly news; the anchor told about the blood-spattered walls on both floors. Green nausea overcame her. She agonized for a year; rarely seeing or reading the news; realizing that she might’ve prevented it. Oh God, if only she’d known whom, when and where. Precognition never specifies the details; only the horrors yet to come.