I was a young bride and lived in Louisiana with my mother-in-law, way out in the country with no phone, no running water etc. My husband at the time was very mean to me but I could not go anywhere or tell anyone. One night I was hurt pretty badly and my father in law took me to town to a motel. I called my grandmother the next morning at 7 a.m. and asked if someone could please come and get me from Illinois. My grandmother said she awoke in the middle of the night, knew something was wrong with me but didn't know what and woke my mother up and told her to come and get me in Louisiana. My mother was already enroute not even knowing where I lived. She was going to call the police when she got there. A few hours later she was at the door of the motel. I had let the local police know how to find me.

Somehow my grandmother "knew" something was wrong.