Possess Me Macabre

Psychic Ability

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Estimated reading time: 1 minute, 30 seconds

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in the corner of the subway station, muttering to himself when people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I directly heard him say, "Pig."

Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall business man walked by and the homeless guy muttered, "Human."

Human? Of course I couldn't argue with that. Obviously, the business man was a human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his mutterings.

A thin, haggard looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, "Cow."

Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. he looked more like a chicken or a turkey to me.

A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, "Potato."

Potato? I was under the impression that he called fat people pigs.

That day, at work, I couldn't stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.

Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life, in Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.

I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like, "Onion" or "Grapes" or "Sheep" or "Tomato."

One day, curiosity got the best of me and I decided to ask the homeless man what was going on.

As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said, "Bread."

I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.

The homeless man smiled and said, "Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability that I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can't tell the future or read minds or any of that."

"Then what is your ability?" I ask eagerly.

"The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate." He said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said "Bread." The last thing I had eaten was bread, I had toast for breakfast that day. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that must be the most useless.

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