Hello everyone, my name is *Stephanie. I am 24 yrs old, from Montgomery County Maryland. This summer has been the worst summer of my life. First, i lost my job of 3 yrs, then a good friend of mine Chris, to a motorcycle accident. Then i met, who i thought was, the love of my life. His name was *David. We started dating right after the passing of my friend Chris, i became happy and the relationship got really intense right away. We spent everyday together, and only after a month and a half, he moved in with me. I loved waking up next to him everyday, it was the best time of my life. He treated me like a queen, did anything and everything for me. Wheather it was emotional, physical, financial, the boy took care of me like it was his job. One day he told me he loved me, and my heart sank to my stomach. It felt sooo right, but was it too good to be true??? So i thought. All day, everyday, while i was at work the boy would text message me with I love U's, and I Miss U's, U got my heart, etc.....There was only one thing about him, that was very dark, almost very sad, he was a gangster. A thug even. He wasnt a drug dealer, or a hustler, but a gangster. He carried a gun on him, he committed robberies while i was at work, sell everything he stole and made money on the streets to get by. I never asked any Q's, like where he did those things, with who, at what time of the day. I chose to look the other way, because i loved him soo much, and thought it would be too dangerous to know the details of his "JOB". He has shot at people, and he has put guns to peoples heads while robbing them. He grew up in a very bad area in PG County, MD, and didnt know anything else but that lifestyle. His mom committed suicide while he was locked up in a juvenile a long time ago, and his dad and brother didnt give a damn about him. He had a baby with his ex-gf 2 yrs ago, and the b**** didnt even let him see his own son. She wouldnt even take money from him for the baby, nothing. No one gave a damn, and then i came along. I gave a damn, more than he'll ever know!!!!
On the morning of Aug 21st, my house phone rang, and it was for him. My mom knocked on the door, and said it was his dad. Which is BS cause he and his father didnt speak, nor did he have my house #. When he answered, right away he began to talk to that person as if it was a friend, and not his dad. Within minutes, i realised it was his best friend *Jason, who also lived with his gf 5 mns from my house. Davids eyes lit up! He said- Baby, can we go to Bowie (a really bad area in PG county, MD)? I was like, o no, another "JOB". He said it had something to do with making alot of money. I knew it was something illegal of course. I was like- Baby you go, take my car. I sometimes let him use my car, because i had my motorcycle(street bike) at that time, and i didnt mind, because he always filled the tank and kept it very clean. That day we were suppose to spend the day 2gether, just me and him. I was sooo sleepy, i said just go, and I'll sleep for a little bit longer, and I'll see you later. Not knowing that was the last time i would see him. Twenty minutes later, he ran back in, and grabbed the gun(that wasnt even his, he got it from a house he robbed over the summer) and ran out. Hours go by, me and his best friend Jason, called each other back and forth all day. He said- Look, i didnt wanna tell you right away, but after he picked me up, he took me to his moms house, dropped me off, and left your car here and gave me the keys. He then got picked up by some guys, that i didnt know, in a car that i didnt recognize. Weird i thought, that he didnt know the guys David left with, best friends should know each others other friends. Jason then drove the car back to me and i took him back to his gf's house. All day goes by, still no call, nothing. O yeah, his phone has been dead since the night before, thats why his friend called looking from him at my house. I kept calling the cell, but i just got voice mail, i left several messages. Night time came, i cried myself to sleep. Next day went to work, still no call, no text, nothing. After work i was soooo worried and upset, i decided to go for a ride on my bike. A few of my riding buddies came over, and we rode off. My mom said Steph, its 2 days before your B-day, plz dont ride today. I got a really bad feeling. Then i told her about how David didnt come home the night before, and that i was really worried. She was very concerned! Not even 15 mns later i lost control going around an axit, wrecked my bike, and broke my pelvis. I was taken to a hospital, and spend the next 12 days in the ICU with serious injuries. I lost alot of blood internally. Still, no word from my man. I filed a missing persons report while in the hospital, hoping that he was gonna return soon, but no. All that time, i thought about him. Everyday, all day. Where was my love? Is he ok? Is he hurt? Is he dead? It was the worst time to crash, because now i was stressed out and hurt at the same time. I got out, barely walking, using the crutches for weeks. I cried myself to sleep every night, didnt eat, lost 20 lbs. Was very depressed, even thought about suicide. The 2 things in my life that mattered the most, my man and my bike, were gone!
My aunt, a very wise and mysterious woman, has always had psychic abilities. She has predicted several events and things to some of my friends, that came true. Word for word, detail for detail. I came to her, and asked her if she felt or knew anything about his dissapearance, she said- Hmmm, he did something bad and hes on a run. Thats it. She didnt sound too sure, and knew that i was losing my mind, and prolly didnt wanna tell me anything bad at that time.
Its been almost 3 months now. Still, i think about him everyday. All his stuff is at my house. I still look at the text messages he sent me days before he dissapeared, i still cry. I ran into my aunt, and asked about it again, this time she said- bring me one of his things, like clothes, something that hasnt been washed. I gave a shirt to her daughter Gina, my cousin. Gina left the shirt in her car, and my aunt went to borrow her car one day. Before she even opened the car, she instantly began to have horrible images in her head. Once she found the shirt, the images came as clear as day. She immediately tried to contact me, but i never answer my home phone and she didnt have my cell number. She spoke to Gina, my cousin, and Gina called me right away. She said- I have some bad news for you! I knew right away what it was about. She told me that my aunt saw a vision, of my bf getting murdered by 3 of his so called friends. She said one of them was black, one white, and 3rd she didnt really make out. She said that name Alex or Alexander came to her head, and someone with a last name that ends with a ski or sky, possibly a jewish name. She said it was a planned murder, and that they beat him up pretty badly, because she saw a back injury in her vision. They then tied his hands behind his back, while he was still alive, but unconcious, and they threw him in the water. Next thing she saw was word Indian, and Lake and Creek. I asked a good friend of mine who used to live in PG county, and he said that in Bowie, MD (PG county), there is a huge Indian reservation ground called the Indian Creek, and also near by a lake called the Indian Lake. I was shocked, because my bf said he was going to Bowie to do his thing there. She said that his body washed up in a swampy area, she saw logs and branches around him. Shes not sure if he's been found, but im not surprised, because i was told alot of people in that area dissapeared over the years, and were never found. My friend who used to live in Bowie, told me how him and his friends used to go there all the time to f*** around when they were young, and that its a very secluded and creepy place.
I cried for a while when i was given this information. I feel like, even though its just a vision, and nothing more, in a way it was like i had gotten my closure. Days before all this, i was talking to my friend and i said-I know hes dead, i can feel it. I even had a dream about how i gave my aunt the shirt and she told me he was dead. How weird is that? My aunt usually gets annoyed with me when i ask too many Q's, or bother her about her psychic stuff, but this time she was calling me, bugging me.
The same night, she calls me back and says- Hun, i got messages from your bf. I was shocked! I said no way, i wont belive this crap. Its hard to belive something like this, but i had to belive in something she says, she has helped some of my friends out before, and everything happend the way she said. She said that she used a method called Automatic writing. She said that a message was written on a piece of paper, with a pen, by her hand. It said- Tell Stephanie to find my stuff, there are keys and a picture, those will lead her to my killers. That sh** send chills through my spine. I right away, looked through his stuff again. No keys, no pictures. I even went to his old residence, where him and his best friend Jason rented a basement from a family, nothing there. He said when they were evicted, all the stuff was taken out. The detectives who are supposedly working on this case, barely ever call me. The times i did speak to them, they knew nothing, and didnt really care. Afterall he was just a kid w/ a criminal record. I dunno what to do. I dont want to get obsessed with this, but if its true, and he got killed, he deserves justice. Should i go look for his body? Because w/ out a body, theres no case. Should i call and give this information to the detectives???? What do i do? Do i belive my aunt or what? Anyone, please, give me advice!!!!!!!!