This fascinating account arrived via the Chilling Tales e-mail.
Of course, there is no way of confirming any of it: but I have corresponded with Ann and am convinced of her sincerity.....

Where do I start? I have known for some years that I had some sort of precognative powers: when I was in my teens (back in the 60's) I saw four things when I was between sleep and wakefulness. You know: the state you are in just before you go to sleep properly, but if someone talked to you, you would wake up instantly.

At the time I lived on the outskirts of London and travelled to the city every day to work. Sometimes I would doze on the train, either going to or coming home from work. On one occasion I saw someone fall from a moving train.... within three months I fell from a moving train when someone opened the door I was leaning against. Fortunately I was not hurt.

Another time (when on the way home one Friday evening) I got the impression that someone famous had been killed. That was the night the Kennedy assassination was reported.

The next think that I saw / dreamt was the death of a work colleague. He was a rep for the same safe manufacturer that I worked for. What confused me was that he usually drove a black Mini Van with the company name on the side in white lettering. In my dream he was driving an estate car. His car was travelling up a motorway when it collided with the back of a lorry carrying steel girders: the impact woke me with a start. Within three months (after I had left the company) I discovered that he was dead. He died when the estate car he was driving went into the back of a lorry: its load of steel rods went right through the engine and into him. He never stood a chance.

What really scared me was that over the next few nights (at home) he sort of appeared to me. I could not see him but I knew he was there. As I was (and possibly still am!) the type of person who could not cry out if I was frightened, I would freeze and not be able to move anything other than my eyes. I thought that if he was on the other side, he could possibly read my mind. So I thought very hard about what I wanted to say to him, which was:

With that, he (or something!) picked up my mug (which was on the floor by my bed), took it across the room and placed it on my chest of drawers. I never saw or felt him again....