This is a strange story that was told to me by my mother many years ago. When I was a child there was an old cabin that sat next to the river that went through our town. It seemed out of place because all the other buildings on the street were modern.
My mother told me that an old gypsy lived in the cabin and that people in town often went to her to have their fortune told; although my own mother would never go. When I asked her why she said that a few years prior to that point in time, one of her friends had gone to the old woman, and was told that her little girl would die on her birthday.
Naturally, her friend was very paranoid and kept a close eye on the child, who was only like five years old. She wouldn’t even let the little girl go out and play.
Well on the child’s next birthday she was standing by their living room window, looking out when a car went out of control and burst through the window, killing the little girl.
By Anonymous (Name withheld by request)
