The Umbrella Man - Continuation of the story:
While
we were standing there, alone in the rain and waiting for a taxi, my
mother started to feel very nervous, almost as if she had seen a ghost.
She took almost five seconds to get fully blushed due to the strange moment she was experiencing. I did not know what
was happening. Out of nowhere, she showed me the umbrella that she was
holding in her left hand. It was stained with dark blood. I saw my
mother, she was petrified and scared, but I did not understand why that
old man would give her an umbrella like that. I tried to ask her what
was happening and she whispered: