This is the story of a woman by the name Carole who lived in Guatemala. On an evening the latter's young children could not sleep; as the woman was a widow she invited them to climb into her bed and sleep. Overnight the woman had a horrible nightmare; she dreamed that a stranger wanted to smother her at sleep. In the morning she woke up and to her amazement she saw her children choked to death with their eyes and mouths wide open. In fact she had overnight killed her children, without meaning to do so (without any purpose). Since that time she has been walking in the streets of Guatemala, right after midnight and desesperatly looking for her children, and crying and shouting, "My children, where are my children!"