Can a Heightened Sixth Sense be Genetic?

Posted on February 15, 2010

My first experience with this genetic gift/curse:

When I was seven years old I lived in an extremely old house, probably built in the early 1900′s. My sister, who is three years younger than me, and I shared a room with bunk beds. She had the bottom bunk, and I had the top (since she was only four and it was hard for her to get in the top bunk). One night, in early December I woke up to my sister screaming in the night, due to a nightmare. I climbed into her bed and she quickly fell back asleep.

It was very windy out side and a tree branch kept taping the window along the side of the bed, as annoying as this was I eventually fell back asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, or at least thought I woke up, to the tree branch tapping the window. I looked over at the window, and saw that it was glowing. I scooted over to it and peered out. There floating outside my window was my great grandmother (who was in the hospital at this time), she looked peaceful and was waving to me. I sat there and watched her for awhile.

I quickly realized I was dreaming when my mom came in the room to wake me up for school. I thought about the dream at school all day, but didn’t tell anyone. I ate dinner with my family, and was working on my spelling homework in the kitchen while the rest of my family watched a movie in the living room. The phone rang, and for some reason I started to get a nervous feeling in my stomach, so I ran into the living room. Just after my mother said hello I exclaimed, “Great Grandma Klein died!” My mother dropped the phone, and I could hear my uncle saying “Hello?” on the other end of the receiver.

Apparently my uncle said “I have bad news Grandma has passed away” at the exact same moment I made my involuntary exclamation. My mother picked up the phone and headed towards the stairs to our bedrooms, and I could hear her say “you are not going to believe this…”� It was due to this night that I kept most of my experiences to myself for quite sometime, because I thought my family thought I was a freak.

When� I was eight I broke my arm from falling out of a tree. The night before I dreamed in detail the events that would happen the next day… all the way down to the color of cast my mom picked, that I would be knocked unconscious, and which bones I broke.

When I was nine my best friend got hit by a train. We lived right on the train tracks, and he would always scare us by playing chicken with the train. Just as the train was about to drive past he would jump to the other side of the tracks, so the train would block him from our vision. Once the train drove by he would be there waving and laughing. One day he did this, and the minute he disappeared behind the train my heart sank to my stomach, I immediately ran into my house and told my dad to call 911 and I told his brother to go inside and tell his parents that Chris got hit. Bobby ensured me he was fine that he always did this, but I knew something was wrong. Sure enough, that day the train won the chicken match.

The night before finals Senior year of H.S. I dreamed a tornado was spotted over the town I lived in. While I was finishing up my art final, our dean of students said we all had to go to the locker room because a tornado had been spotted over the town.

I could tell these strange stories for days, but I think you get the point, and a lot of them are very insignificant. These prophecies have happened all my life, and it wasn’t until I was 16 that I ever spoke of them since the first incident had scared me out of talking about it.

However, on Christmas Eve when I was 16, my uncle Owen (whom I lived with), his twin brother Allen (who was visiting from out of town), and my five year old cousin Allen Jr., were sitting in the living room. The topic of my other great grandma on that side of the family got brought up and the three of us were reminiscing about her. During her last few weeks she came to live with us, (me, my grandma, and my uncle Owen), and actually died on the couch in our living room. I was nine then, and my aunt Karen had just found out little Allen Jr. was on the way. My uncle Allen and aunt Karen decided not to tell my great grandma that they were having a kid, because everyone (my great grandma included) knew she wasn’t going to make it more then a few more months, and they didn’t want to upset her.

My aunt Karen and Uncle Allen came to visit her, and her and my aunt Karen talked for hours, at the end of their conversation my great grandma patted my aunt’s belly and said, you are going to be a great mother someday, I just wish I could see the day you were pregnant. The next day my great grandma passed away watching TV on the couch. Needless to say we bought a new couch and re arranged the living room.

So on this Christmas eve when I was 16, and while talking with my uncles about my great grandma, little Allen Jr. piped in and said “I remember grandma Neuman!” We all giggled, and decided to entertain him, even though this was impossible due to the fact she died just weeks after my aunt found out she was pregnant with him. So my uncle Owen asked “oh yeah? where’d ya meet her?” and little Allen said “In this room, she was laying on the couch, but it was a different couch, and it was on that wall.” He pointed to the wall that the couch was on when my great grandma passed away. This spooked the three of us, and we sorta changed the subject.

Later that night my uncle Allen and Allen Jr. went to bed, and my uncle Owen (who is more like my dad) and I stayed up talking. I told him about all the experiences I had, and he said that it apparently seems to be a family trait because he has also had experiences, like when my great grandma was in the hospital and everyone thought she wasn’t going to make it, and my grandfather who had passed away years before came to my uncle and told him that she would wake up perfectly well the next morning and be able to come home that week, and that is exactly what happened.

A few years later my little sister came forward and confessed to having prophetic dreams and visions, so it definitely appears to be a family trait. Do you think that it is possible that a heightened sixth sense could be genetic?

Sent in by Niki, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com




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4 Responses to “Can a Heightened Sixth Sense be Genetic?”
  1. trolldoll1681 says:

    yep, i’d say it does run in the family! and i bet if you go farther back than that, if you could you would find your sixth sense there too. great post niki!!!

  2. Jennifer Mills - Young says:

    Definitely! if you read my experiences – my sisters and I actually excelerate each other’s ” powers ” when we are together ( luckily we live far apart now! ) and now I’m dealing with a son and daughter ( 18 & 15 ) who can do it as well!
    Like yourself I kept it to myself mostly when I was younger, but I’m very supportive of my children! Though my son assures me ” its not cool ” too see dead people! LOL

  3. anna says:

    i think so to with the two above thats sad about the death sorry to hear that.a friend of mine her daughter never meet her grandmother she died long before she was born and she told couple of use she can see her grandma.thats kind of freaky but I do believe.thanks for the story.

  4. shelly says:

    My cousin & I are 13 months & 9 days apart. You would think we came into the world as twins in many ways. Her, her dad & I all have these same 6th sense issues. We lived 180 miles apart but when I would go to her house on spring break or summer vacation while in school, we would have the same exact clothing, shoes, etc. that we had bought while apart. We can’t stand to be apart. Altho we are so different in many ways too. We are now both in our 40′s. We also have the foresight thing. It can get a little scary. He dad also carries this. When the 3 of us are together, I can diffinately feel an increased energy, almost crackeling! We can all talk about anything & know before what the other is going to say (& this is recently after being apart for 10 years!) We talk about it & know that the 3 of us have a “little bit of something extra” going on. My aunt understands us but the rest of the family thinks we’re nuts. I think my 13 year old son is also carrying it. He talks about knowing something is going to happen before it does.

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