In 1967, Sharon Tate had a nightmare that felt so frightening and so surreal it still haunted her a year later.

Two years after that nightmare, she was murdered by the Manson Family cult.

According to an interview with Dick Kleiner in Fate magazine, Tate thought it was a premonition of her own murder.

On August 1, 1968, when Kleiner asked her whether she had ever had any psychic experiences, Tate told him the details of the nightmare.

“Yes, I have had a psychic experience – at least I guess that’s what it was – and it was a terribly frightening and disturbing thing for me. It happened a year or so ago. Maybe you can explain it,” she replied.

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At the time of her dream Tate was dating Hollywood hair stylist, Jay Sebring.

One night she was staying at Sebring’s Benedict Canyon home while he traveled to New York for work. The house had previously been owned by Paul Bern, a Hollywood agent whose story was splashed all over the tabloids in the 1930s when he married one of his clients, an actress named Jean Harlow.

Bern had later taken his life in the house after Harlow walked out on him.

The night Tate was staying there, she couldn’t sleep.

“I had a funny feeling,” she told Kleiner. That funny feeling disturbed her and she felt like she couldn’t get to sleep. She then turned on the bedside lamp and saw something stirring outside her bedroom door, at this point Tate didn’t know whether she was awake, but she felt like she was dreaming.

“I saw this creepy little man,” she told Kleiner. “He looked like all the descriptions I had ever read of Paul Bern.”

The figure then entered and dashed around the room, but it didn’t make any attempts to approach Tate. Frightened, she jumped out of bed, threw on a bathrobe and ran towards the stairs.

But once she reached the staircase the “dream” only got worse.

“I saw something or someone tied to the staircase,” she said. “Whoever it was – and I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman but knew somehow that it was either Jay Sebring or me – he or she was cut open at the throat.”

She ran downstairs into the playroom and poured herself a drink. Then she heard a voice tell her to tear away the wallpaper at the base of the bar… which she did.