My Life As A Psychic

The elegantly dressed, elderly couple sat in front of me and handed me a picture of a handsome young man.  They did not have to say a word.  I told them that their son had been murdered by someone that he did not know and that he was buried, but not in the ground.  As I looked at it, I felt as if I had been shot in the chest with a shotgun and hit in the back of the head with a two by four.  I heard the eeriest sounds that you could imagine in my mind and it got louder and louder. 

I felt as if I were in an earthquake.  Suddenly, I looked at the couple and said "Your son was killed in the World Trade Center".  A tear slide down the man's face and his wife wept openly.  My heart was crushed.