I was called to investigate and help the police, somehow they knew about me being psychic.

Mom and I walked into a large building, where inside it looked a blue-gray color. I was thanking my mother for accompaning me and mom was telling me that it was excitting to be called into helping at a crime sceen. She helped balance my thoughts when I began detecting so many emotional disturbances.

There was a single or double cot in this lages hall type room, this cot like bed was grey and was made up as if never used, with the sheets perfectly made. On the cot/bed was cut out siloets in black construction paper, it showed a crime sceen. There was alot of finer details. I picked up one of the black cut out shapes to closer inspect this and began to notice more images inside, there was a lot of details and claravoyantly images of the actual murders began to poor through. It was then that an investigator came and told me that I should not be handling the evidence. He was bossy and anoying; had to tell him that there was no prints and that the killer was very careful to have made sure that there would be no evidence to be found, only that which he chose to create for us to find. I then used my insights to prove such things of the past, and another older investigator came to my defence to ensure the younger investigator with the camera that I was right and to let me do my job.

(I do not want to get into all the gory details of this, it was rather in detail).

I helped see that the murders were a long time thing(cerial killings and they were kept out of the public eye). Informing they that these murders were done in the kitchen and that they would discover more in the large walk in freezer. We went there and more evidence was uncovered.

The setting changes again, now Mom and I are sitting in the pews of a large church, we watch an older woman get pieces of pie for others and dish up to the youth. They are happy and eat the slice of pie. This older woman ask's me if I would like a piece of pie, I answer no polightly and with a smile. Mom and I look at each other wondering who amoung these church goers could be the murderer?

EOD.