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I have not read a single Mary Alice story on here yet. I will read them all when I finish this, but I didn't want to be influenced by any one else's ideas. Although, I am using the official guide as an outline.

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Preface

If I had been born two hundred and twenty seven years ago in Salem Massachusetts, I would have surely faced the gallows. I have been with precognition. Biloxi Mississippi in the early 1900's was better but not by much.

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, but everyone knows me as Alice. I was born to William James and Mary Catherine Brandon on January 29, 1901. After a half a dozen miscarriages and stillbirths, my sister Mary Cynthia was born nine years later. Do you see a theme here? There is a tradition in my mother's family that all daughters are named after their mother.

My father was a jeweler by trade. Pearls were his specialty, and he traveled extensively. He was always a hard man and did not inspire love. His treatment of my mother bordered on abusive. If it hadn't been for my Aunt Agatha and Uncle Charles, I would never have known what a loving marriage was like.

My mother's nickname was Cat. She was the most gentle and kind human being that I have ever known. She was the daughter of a very successful pearl diver. She was just sixteen when she married my father. He called her 'Mouse' because he always viewed her gentleness as a weakness. He used to say she was more like a mouse than a cat.

Born premature, I was very sickly as a baby so I became very close to my mother. For the first few years of my life, my mother believed she was going to lose me. She always wanted to give my father a son and considered herself a failure in that respect. I have always been a bright and cheerful girl. I would have 'feelings' about future events, but I was wrong almost as much as I was right.

Charlie was the main reason I was so happy. Charles Brandon Junior was my first cousin, and he was my best friend. He was only four months older than I was and lived five miles away. He never judged me when I had a premonition. He always wanted me to give him all the details I could. Girls seem to pick husband's that are like their father's, but I wanted to fall in love with a man like Charlie. I wished on every falling star I saw that he wasn't my cousin.

Charlie was with me when I had my first terrifyingly vivid vision. I saw the Titanic go down in 1912. The screams still haunt me. As soon as Charlie could calm me down, we ran to my mother and told her what I saw. We naïvely thought she could somehow warn them, but she did exactly the opposite. My mother swore us to secrecy. We were to tell no one what I saw.

With much fear in her eyes she told me about the Salem Witch trials, and how people may conclude that I was something more that just a young girl. She begged me to ignore the things I felt and saw because she didn't want to lose me too. I thought she was still upset at losing her father the past winter. But later that night, she told me the real reason for her fears.

My mother's heart belonged to a dead boy. With much emotion, she told me about Elliot. They were in love and had planned to run away, but he drowned the night before they were to leave. He worked as a diver for my grandfather. Like her father, Elliot seemed to know where to find the best pearls. She was shattered into a million pieces and so when her father arranged her marriage to a business associate, she did not put up a fight. But she always wondered, if my grandfather had something to do with Elliot's death.

After that evening, I told only Charlie about my visions, and my mother on occasion. That was until I saw a classmate in trouble. Sarah and I were friends in finishing school, and she was planning to marry an older man just after graduation. I saw that soon after they wed, her new husband would bring his violently insane sister home to live with them. Her life with this man would be filled with shame and unspeakable horrors. I warned her, but Sarah went ahead with the marriage anyway. She soon realized that I was correct, and that she had made a huge mistake.

Instead of being angry at her new husband, she was enraged at me. She told the congregation of her church that I had put a curse on her. Everywhere I went after that, people would point and stare. I heard words like witch and devil. Sometimes they would fall at my feet and start to pray for me. I went out in public less and less until finally I avoided it altogether. If it weren't for Charlie's support I might have started to believe that I was evil.