“I eventually recovered from the fevers. But then I started talking to myself. It turned out that I had an imaginary friend. They asked me who this friend was. I told them it was a tiger. At first, they thought I was just talking nonsense. After a while, they found scratch marks high on the walls, on the ceiling, and on my pillows and bed sheet. That could only be done by me. But I swore blind that it wasn’t my doing.”