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I think (hope) your dear old Mom was just trying to scare the hell out of you for some reason. She sure did me.
I will think of her story every time I see someone drinking a glass of milk.......as I immediately run for cover.

Noooo, my Mom was never prone to exaggerate let alone tell an untruth, she heard that story from her Mother who told another story that could be chalked up as just a scary ghost story but the local legend in a small town in central Florida still persists about 'the Day the Devil came to Town'...

...it was around the time of the Great Depression, 1932-1933 when an old man who lived by himself outside of town became bedridden due to both age and ailment, two church ladies stopped by to check on him twice a day, and brought him some food, fruit, soup, things like that, he was quite frankly (based on what I heard) a mean ol' sonuvabitch (my words, not my Grandmothers') but he was grateful and appreciative to those two church ladies for looking after him.

...one day when they arrived, they found him delirious and obviously with a fever and he was calling out for help, moaning in agony, saying he had been such a mean person all his life, "that the Devil was coming to get him". The ladies went to town as quickly as they could to get the doctor, that took the better part of an hour...

...When the ladies and the doctor got back to the old man's house, they went to his bedroom to find that he was gone. A bedridden man who could barely get up to use the washroom, was missing. They searched the entire house from top to bottom, and no sign of him. They went to the kitchen where they found the rear screen door open, swinging on it's hinges in the light wind, and in the dirt and sand they saw what look liked heel marks dragged in the dirt, and there were in fact hoof marks ahead of the scuff marks, they followed the trail to the edge of the man's property where they stopped right in front of a very old oak tree.

The local sheriff was summoned, and conducted a thorough search of the property and the surrounding area, without a trace of the old man turning up.

Reportedly, the sheriff went to see an old Seminole Indian woman who was known to tell fortunes and 'talked to spirits' and before he could even say anything to her, she pronounced "you won't find that man, the devil got him now, go home and give thanks that you were not with him."

Oh wow ... this story sounds like something out of Faust:

Mephistophilis to Faustus -

“Think’st thou that I who saw the face of God
And tasted the eternal joy of heaven
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being deprived of everlasting bliss?
O Faustus, leave these frivolous demands
Which strikes a terror to my fainting soul!”