(This happened when Ethan was 6 years old. I know the pics don’t reflect this so just use your imagination.)
I think my son is trying to murder me. Sloney is his little Fred Fredburger stuffed doll he’s had since he was three
(Comes up to me and gives me a big tight heartwarming hug.) Daddy, I love you. Please don’t leave me.
Son. I’m not leaving you.
I just don’t want you to go away.
Where would I go? Why do you think I’m going away?
I just……you know, I don’t want you to suddenly go away somewhere?
Where would I suddenly go away?
To the factory.
The factory where you get your head chopped off.
(Still hugging me) Not me. But Sloney. He said you are going to the chopping factory where they will chop off your head.
Why don’t you go floss your teeth.
(Ethan leaves and grabs his toy Sloney and starts playing with him behind me. He starts talking to his imaginary friend Sloney. He talks to his doll Sloney and than responds to himself imitating Sloney in a creepy voice. Think “RedRum” voice from “The Shining” )
Sloney. I don’t want Daddy to leave.
(Ethan imitating Sloney’s voice) Ethan, I want Daddy to go away. He’s gonna go to the chopping factory where his head will be cut off.
No Sloney! Don’t say such things. You can’t do this to Daddy.
Yes I can. Don’t stop me. I’m sending him to the chopping factory. He’s going to the factory and they will chop off his head.
No. Sloney I will punish you!
I will send Daddy to the chopping factory.
Yeah… I’m fucked.