Again, when I was little (Mischievous, was I) my mom was unloading our dishwasher, with me running around in the background going "Mama! Look at me! Hey, look mama, look!" And she would say, "Just a minute, Miriam, I'm almost done!" this went on for a little while till it was quiet in the background. My mom felt a scratching up and down her leg, and heard in an eerie voice, "ma-ma, ma-ma" With each syllable the scratching either went up or down, my mom thought it was just my little fingernail, "Just a minute honey, I-" she turns to find a toddler (me) with a huge butcher knife, takes it away and I say, "Mama! Can we play now?"