Nightmares
A little boy woke up crying and ran to see his mother. “Mummy, Mummy. A voice came to me in my sleep. It said that my grandmother would die today.”
The mother comforted him and told him not to worry, it was only a dream.
But when he came home from school, he found his mum crying. She said that her mother had died a few hours ago.
That night the voice returned. This time it said that the house on the corner would burn down on Friday night. The mother comforted him, telling him it was all a dream. But sure enough, the whole street was woken by the sound of fire engines.
A few weeks passed and the voice in his dreams returned. This time it said, “Your father is going to die at exactly 12 noon today.”
The little boy was horrified. So his dad said he would stay home to comfort him. He did his best. As they sat at the table for lunch, the hands on the clock reached 12 noon and nothing happened. The child relaxed and became more relieved as the minutes ticked by.
But after five minutes there was a loud knock at the door. The woman from across the street was at the door, she blurted out, “Come quick! The milkman dropped dead in the middle of the street about five minutes ago!”