I was 17 or 18 and was dating Jackie Allen at the time of this story. Jackie would become my wife and I had fallen in love with her in a very short time. Her home life was terrible with an abusive father and a mother that didn't protect her.
Jackie was going on a trip to Colorado with her mother and some friends. I picked her up at the farm house her family was renting. Inside things were bad. Her father and brother were drunk.
I don't blame her brother Jeff for anything as he was a teenager raised to drink booze but her father Benny was another story. Benny had lost his job for going to work drunk and the power had been shut off in the house.
The house was full of lit candles when I arrived that night. Jackie called for her hamster Sam. Whenever her brother and father got drunk one of them would let the little hamster out of his cage and he would go hide till Jackie called his name. He would only come to Jackie.
As she put her super smart hamster back in his cage I grabbed her suitcase sitting in the center of the living room.
The moment my hand touched the handle of the suitcase, I had my first Black Void Vision.
In that black void I saw a single candle surrounded by the walls of the burning living room.
When the vision ended I felt the urge to tell Jackie to get all of her belongings and Sam the hamster because the house was going to burn to the ground that night. I didn't say anything and the house burned to the ground that night. Jeff saved his father pulling him out of the burning house. Benny had second degree burns on his head and back.
Someone called and told me about the fire. I tried to reach Jackie at her friend's house but they had left their phone off to get a good night's sleep before the trip to Colorado. I drove out to that farm house and told Jackie and her mother. I drove out to where the farm house was and watched the burning embers with Jackie.
Jackie fell into my arms crying, thinking of her little hamster Sam. The poor creature was trapped in his cage.
A week later Benny came by my house. I hated that man like no other. He asked where Jackie was and I didn't tell him. I looked at his burned arms and head and I couldn't help but feel pity for him. I gave him my little black and white TV. He thanked me and left.
As he left with the first TV I had owned, I thought that pity was better than hate.