50 OMG Stories From People On The Internet That Will Definitely Make Your Heart Stop

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My grandmother told me this and I believe it just because of the way she tells this story:
She was 11 years old and on vaccation at her aunts house in Turkey, Yozgat (small village called Sarikaya, which means “Yellow field”). It was early in the morning. Before she woke up, she dreamed of her aunt and how she was standing in the kitchen and staring out of the window with a cup of coffee, like nearly every morning. In the dream, my grandmother says, she said “Good morning.” Her aunt would turn to her, smile and let her sit at the table, where they usually have breakfast and say calmly: “Tell your mum to wake me up. Don’t wake me up yourself, ok? And if you see a brown bird, follow the bird.” She awoke from this odd dream and told her mum to wake up her sister.

My grandmother had to leave her aunt’s house the same day. After a long day at school (she was visiting a private school at this time, the kind where they give children uniforms: after the Ataturkian revolution this was mandatory) she was on the way home, where suddenly a chirping bird was in front her. She tried to pass the bird but it would just not leave my grandmothers path and soon would chirp louder. At this moment she finally noticed that the bird had a brownly color and she remembered what her aunt was saying in the dream: “Follow the bird.” The weird thing was, she said, the bird wasnt flying at all. It just was jumping away from her and she soon followed it, till she reached the door of a police station, where an officer just opened the door and see the little girl which was my grandmother. The officer but soon would look behind her, to see a person with a black pouch accompanied with some kind of farmer truck waiting for this odd person. Needless to say, those persons have been kidnappers, which decided to flee immadiately. The officer decided to bring her home that day. Eventually, she found out that her aunt died. Most likely at the day she left her house.
English is not my first language, but I wanted to share this with you.

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