He is a sweet little angel who, despite his recent temper tantrums, is so, so loving and full of potential. He’s going to be a great man someday.
I thought I was so paranoid of something bad happening to me that it never actually would.
Every night when I tuck my kid in bed, he asked me to check the closet for monsters. Every night I try to pretend that monsters aren’t real.
There were 48 in all. All sex workers, found up and down I-24 along his route. All strangled.
I’ve seen a lot of creepy found footage, but I’ve never seen anything like this.
I know you’re going to say I’m an idiot, but I thought the whole formal date thing was unnecessary, a step that has to be taken by dumb people who aren’t as good as I am in judging people’s characters.
I wasn’t allowed to watch with him because he was worried I would be a “distraction”.
She told me what they were wearing and how deep they’d have to dig, too.
I’d shake them out of my shoes in the morning and find them on the clothes I took out my closet. They’d drop down from the ceiling when I was in the shower and I could never sit still for more than a few minutes without feeling one somewhere on my body.