|Posted by UniquelyHis on October 15, 2013 at 11:00 PM|
One morning when Julie awakened, she didn’t feel quite right. This wasn’t the first time she had felt this way. In fact, this was the sixth time in recent memory this had happened. The feeling she had told her that something bad was about to happen. Most times when she felt this way, she was able to shake it.
“Lord, what is going on?” She asked out loud.
As she lay in bed, Julie debated whether she should call in sick or that she would be late. Something within her told her that she had better call in sick. She asked God for favor as she made the call.
Julie was not sure if her employer would understand if she told her the absolute truth. She didn’t understand what the feeling was or why she was getting it. Does it have something to do with her only or did it have something to do with work?
Julie prayed that it only had something to do with her. The bookstore could do without her for a day; there were two others who also worked there. Surely, they could make do without her for one day.
“Misses Silverton, would it be alright if I take the day off?” Julie asked tentatively. “I am not feeling well.”
“That’s fine,” Her employer said understandably. “I hope that you feel better soon,”
“Thank you so much,” Julie said overcome with relief.
As she hung up the phone, Julie attempted to get out of bed and rid herself of the bad feeling coursing through her body. Perhaps doing some housework would keep her mind occupied.
What harm can come to me? I am under God’s protection.
While she struggled to clean the kitchen floor, a feeling of unease overcame her. The feeling became stronger with each move she made. She felt unbalanced and very anxious. She decided to rest in the nearby chair.
While she rested in the chair, she saw a vision of a strange man walking up to the back of her house. Immediately, she received a warning within her spirit to leave her house and fast. She grabbed her purse and ran to the car parked in her driveway. On her way, she searched frantically for her keys, but they were nowhere to be found.
Should I risk going back into the house to retrieve them? Thinking better of it, she began to run.
Mrs. Bittleman, Her neighbor was watering her garden when she noticed Julie running. She thought this was as very strange.
Julie does not usually dress in that manner for work. Is something wrong?
“Julie,” Mrs. Bittleman yelled at her, “is everything okay? Are you late for work?”
“I think that I may be in danger. Please call the police,” Julie yelled back as she continued to run far away from her house as quickly as she could.
Mrs. Bittleman wanted to call the police, but she had very little information. She glanced around Julie’s home, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
How can I call the police? I have no information; however Julie seemed pretty spooked about something.
Having faith in Julie, she went into the house to call the police.
“You have reached the Hamilton Police Department. I am Sergeant Harris. How may I help you?”
“My name is Mrs. Bittleman and I live on West Baywood Street,” she said nervously. “I believe that my neighbor Julie Henshaw is in imminent danger. I saw her running down the street as though someone or something were chasing her. She appeared to be frantic and frankly I am not sure what to make of it,” she continued.
“Slow down, ma’am! Who was she running from?” Sergeant Harris asked.
“She didn’t say. Trust me; Julie is not the type to be running down the street. Something is definitely wrong. Can you please send a squad car to 319 West Baywood Street and check things out?”
“I will do that as soon as I can.”
After thanking he police officer, Mrs. Bittleman decided to pray for Julie’s safety.
Upon arriving of Julie’s home, two police officers noticed one vehicle parked in the driveway of residence. Doing a quick check, they figured out it belonged to Miss. Julie Henshaw. Still not knowing the whole story as to why they were there, they proceeded cautiously to the front door with their weapons drawn. The lead officer, a slightly balding and overweight man, checked to see if the door was unlocked. It wasn’t.
“Julie Henshaw, this is the Hamilton Police Department. Are you in there?” he called out with authority. He received no response.
They walked around the perimeter of the home looking for anything suspicious. Perhaps the intruder was in hiding somewhere, hoping that the police would leave soon without finding him. This was a good neighborhood were calls to the police department were rarely made. It was all the more reason for them to investigate. A moment later they saw a black car zoom down the alley at breakneck speed. They ran towards the car trying to get a glimpse of the driver and the tag number. They immediately called for backup giving a description of the car and the direction in which it was heading then they climbed into their car and try to follow after the speeder. Unfortunately, the driver and the black car had vanished.