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Do you believe in ghosts? No? That´s what I thought. But last night at 2 AM my phone rang, chasing me out of bed. 2 AM isn´t a good point of time for making conversation. Usually something has happened, if you get a call at this time, and most often that something isn´t a good thing. So I dashed to the ground floor, taking a look at the display. My mother´s phone,both me and my husband saw the number and the name, and then the call ended. My mother is very sick and just recently came back from hospital, so I feared the worst and immediately called back. I roused her from slumber. No, she had not made a call. No, the phone was in her living room downstairs. Why would she call me at this ungodly hour, when everything is alright? I do believe her now, because all of a sudden I remembered a similar situation a couple of years ago, when I got a call from my mother at about the same time. My mother doesn´t use a mobile phone. It had been her landline that had roused me from slumber. Only that my mother had been hundreds of miles away from her home, touring Greece. Ghosts, indeed!