Back in the summer of 1989, my best friend Judy and I were playing with my Ouija Board. I was 13 and she was 11. We kept asking it silly questions like if Elvis was alive and if my neighbor was ever going to get a decent haircut. Finally, we decided to ask it a more serious question, (it was Judy's idea.) "When will I die?" Judy asked. The planchette spelled out "very young at 17" over and over again. We giggled, thinking one of us was moving the planchette. But I remember that night, I kept having a strange feelings as if something bad will happen to my best friend in the future. But I just kept telling myself that I was being paranoid. I soon forgot about it afterwards.
About 6 years later, I got a call from my mother's friend, Judy was killed in a car accident along with her 5 year old brother, she was only a month away form her high school graduation. She was 17.