That Night. (Short story)
#138 in horror @ 08.11.2017
My mother has this thing, she can say it when death looms near a person. Creepy though it was, I don't exactly know what to call it. And I never heeded her much as she mostly speaks of deaths and spirits only, as though it's just about a book she had completed reading. My father neither ignored her nor made fun of her. But it was always my brother and I who used to mock her for doing so. But that night,I still remember it, just a couple of days after an old lady moved into our neighboring house, I understood why my dad never uttered a word against her habit of predicting deaths or talking about spirits and since that night, I never mocked or called my mother mad, ever!