For weeks, my pre-school daughter has been walking around the house saying
"Listen to the voices! We have to listen to the voices!"
My husband and I were beginning to get a little creeped out. After all, we haven't let her watch any horror movies, and this doesn't seem like the sort of thing one would pick up from PBS kids.
Then, finally, last night, we solved the mystery. My husband has a small digital voice recorder. Occasionally he'll let the kids talk to it, and then play it back for them.
All this time that we thought we had a budding axe murder on our hands, she'd just been wanting to play with Daddy's recorder.
So that's one potential Stephen King-like scenario avoided. =)