I went downstairs at 3 am to help Ryan because he was choking. When I was leaving his room, I heard this really creepy whisper-y voice saying "Mom", slowly, over and over. It didn't sound like *any* of my children. I couldn't even tell where the sound was coming from -- maybe inside the *locked* closet??
Then in the darkness, a hand touched my thigh. I almost peed my pants!
Deborah is lucky she didn't get hit out of pure reflex. What the heck was she doing downstairs at 3 am and why did her sweet little voice sound *SO* creepy?