“Tick, tock…” a feminine voice says slowly in the hallway outside your bedroom.

“Tick.. tock…” the voice comes again, accompanied by the light scrape of a knife on the wall.

“Hickory, dickory, dock.. the mouse went up the clock,” the voice sings lightly, her voice approaching your door, “The clock struck one, the mouse went down, hickory dickory dock… tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock…”

She’s at your door.