Urban Legends and Creepy Stories

Talent

The talent is a scary story about a young girl who seems to have the ability to predict deaths.

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My little sister Zoe is 13 now. I really love her and I think I owe her my life. I was 7 years old when she was born. I was so excited to finally have a little sister.

At first, I was jealous that she was getting all the attention from my parent and I didn't pay much attention to her. Sometimes I was just downright mean to her, however, that all changed on the day I realised that my sister has a special talent.

We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Zoe suddenly said, "Daddy isn't coming home."

I was confused. "What did you say?" I asked.

"Daddy isn't coming home," she repeated.

I was quite unnerved by this and tries to question her further, but she wouldn't say anything more.

About half an hour later, the phone rang. When I answered, there was a police officer on the other end and he sounded gravely serious. He explained that the had been a traffic accident. My mother was in the hospital with relatively minor injuries, but my father had not been so lucky. He dies on the way to the hospital.

The next few hours were a blur. I just switched off the TV and sat there in shock, staring at the blank screen. I was numb. They said Zoe was too young to grasp the situation, but she understood that dad was gone and he wasn't coming back.

Almost a year later, there was another incident. It was a nice, warm and sunny day and Zoe and I was at the park. Zoe was playing on the grass when, all of a sudden, she stopped and pointed at something.

"That's a bad man over there," she said. "We need to go."

When I looked in the direction she was pointing, I saw a man nearby. He was dressed in a grey hooded sweatshirt. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed to be waiting for someone, but something about him seemed strange.

With the memory of our father's death still fresh in my mind, I didn't question Zoe. I just grabbed her hand and together we hurried home.

The next morning, at breakfast, my mother was reading the newspaper and I noticed the headline on the front page. "Mother and daughter stabbed to death in a park". Beneath it was a picture of the police leading away a man in handcuffs. it was the man in the grey hooded sweatshirt.

A chill ran down my spine. Any doubts I had before were immediately quashed. My little sister definitely had a talent.

From that day on, I listened carefully to anything she had to say and I would write it down in a notebook I kept in my room.

One day, when Zoe was 6 years old, it happened again. We were at a restaurant when Zoe suddenly dropped her knife a fork, looked at my mother and I and said, "Grandpa's gone."

An hour later, my mother got a phone call telling her that our grandfather had passed away in his sleep. Mon was very upset but she had been prepared for the bad news. That was the last prediction for a long time.

As the years passed, I gradually forgot my sister's talent. It got to the point where I began to dismiss it all as a coincidence.

However, last week, when my girlfriend and I were spending some time together in our apartment, I got a text message. It was from Zoe.

Zoe: I need to tell you something

Me: What is it?

Zoe: I need you to listen to me

Zoe: I have a terrible feeling

Zoe: Something is going to happen

Zoe: You and Megan need to get out of there

Zoe: Go to a hotel or something

Zoe: Just get out of there

Me: Why? What is going on

Zoe: I don't know

Zoe: I told you what I know

Zoe: That's all I know

Me: Ok... I understand

Me: Bye Zoe

I immediately grabbed my girlfriend, forced her to pack some things in a suitcase and rushed her out of the apartment. We went to a nearby hotel and booked a room for a night.

The next morning, I got a call from our neighbour. He said that our apartment had been broken into, but strangely nothing had been taken. When he heard strange noises, he called the police and they arrested the intruder.

We had to go down to the police station. Apparently, Megan's mentally unstable ex-boyfriend had broken into our apartment. He was armed with a knife and he was planning to kill both of us.

When my girlfriend heard that, she was utterly dumbfounded. All she could say was, "How did your sister know?"

Without Zoe, we would have been both dead. It still haunts me. Nobody else believes it and my girlfriend still is sceptical, but I know what happened.

My little sister has a talent.