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I am very sad this morning when the telekinesis vanishes when I wake up. I am younger, maybe sixteen, and sent to another family's home through a student exchange program for "talented" youth.
I had telekinesis. I could put my hand up and concentrate and make things move. I even could feel the part of the brain that controlled it working.
There is a serial killer there. S/he kills young women, after chopping them up so badly that they smile when they realize s/he is coming to kill them this time, at last. One of my friends vanishes.
There is massive construction taking place all over the building which the family lives in. Closet doors have another set of doors inside them and through them I can see the area of the building being gutted. Air vents lead strange places. Walls are hypothetical.
I find the killer, who is also a friend of mine. He looks almost grateful to be caught but still tries to kill me, so I saw his neck off. I levitate the body & the head behind me, looking for a place to put them. We decide on the guest bathroom. Then I go to the construction workers and ask for large plastic bags.