I don't really talk about this irl, mostly because logically I have a hard time believing it myself. I mean, I believe 99.99999% of people who a psychic are at worst cons and are fooling themselves at best. But I've had a few experiences I can't explain. I'll tell the best story with the most witnessess.
Back when I was in high school (this was probably around 2005-06) my friends and I were hanging out at my friend Eric*'s house, when something broke the window in his room while I was sitting on his bed. I don't remember how it broke, but it was a totally mundane and explainable reason. However, the moment it broke I had this overwhelming feeling that a horrible chain of events started. I just remember this feeling of complete dread, death, and destruction. The way this feeling was manifesting (it was a whole body sensation) was recognizable to me as something of a premonition. So even though I never, ever told my friends that I had a history of premonitions, I started freaking out. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I knew that everyone who slept in that house that night was in danger... like, life threatening danger. I begged Eric to come home with me, to sleep on my couch. He said no, that he was already home, and that he'd rather sleep in his own bed. I continued to press the matter, asking him to at least promise me he'd sleep downstairs next to the front door, so he could leave quickly if he wanted to. He made the promise, with no intention to actually follow through. Afterwards he would tell me that my insistence was freaking him out a lot. I will never forget the feeling I had that night. It was like my body was completely filled with dread.
That night he woke up to a knock on his bed room door. It was his little sister (who was probably around 7 at the time), coughing and telling him that the smoke was burning her throat. The house was completely filled with smoke, and he picked up his sister, woke up his mom and other sister, and they all rushed out.
Apparently his other sister (who I believe was around 12) fell asleep with a candle lit, which caught her wall on fire. The wall on fire was the other side of the wall his bed was pressed up against.
This experience will always stay with me, but I never ever talk to people about it. I'm not really sure what to think about it.
*not his real name