"My mother always complained that she had a lot of nightmares, but she would never say what her dreams were about.
One day while we were at the mall, I suggested that she wait in the food court while I was getting our food. When I returned with our meals, she had a strange look on her face, so I asked her if she was okay. She said she was fine, so we finished our meals and left.
As we were riding down the escalator to leave, I turned to talk to my mother, and I almost had a heart attack because standing behind her was a man in old-fashioned clothing holding one of my mother's shoulders and looking at me with a very angry expression.
She saw the shock on my face right away and shouted at me asking what was wrong. When I told her what I had seen, she started crying and said, 'you just described the man that tries to kill me every night in my nightmares.'"