My son, who was 6, was sitting in the living room, and I was standing in the doorway. We were laughing and talking about the movie he was watching, when it first happened. I suddenly had an image of stabbing him. It only lasted about a second, but it literally almost knocked me off my feet. … My daughter wanted to try on her glow in the dark pajamas, so we went in her room and turned the lights off. When the lights went off, I had the sudden urge to bash her head into the wall.
A mother recounts her visions of killing her own children: