Bad things is, I actually sat in my bed and thought this up about my mom. The scenario I thought up was I am listening to music or rain, can't hear anything, and for some reason some person comes in and starts attacking/murdering her, only I can't hear because I dismiss the screams as my mind making sense of white noise. But then I think that maybe there's more too it, because I have a sixth sense like that, and I sit up and see her mangled body in my door, begging for help. I felt very ashamed, but thought it a wonderful story. So here it is.