“I left when I woke up with her hands around my throat.”
It’s one thing to accidentally bump into someone while jogging past them, but it’s another thing entirely to push them into oncoming traffic.
“He was bound to a glowing iron throne and a likewise hot iron crown was placed on his head, and he was roasted to death.”
“Manila, Philippines. It is like everything imagined in some dystopian novel in real life.”
This finding highlights part of what makes being a woman so terrifying — that we not only have to fear the strangers in dark alleyways, but also the people we trust the most in broad daylight.
Have you ever faced death? Been seconds, milliseconds away? I have. You’ve heard my story before, on the news—read it in the papers, maybe, if you still read the papers. I’m the one who survived. I’m the one who was in the room with Danny Alvarez when he took his own life.
“Oh gosh the news girl, Jodi Huisentruit has always haunted me…where is her body? Why hasn’t it been found? Sad. And why are there no suspects?”
“She told me she was going to do it, and she was caught carrying a bag of the bloody clothes she was wearing when she killed him.”
“Consciously drowning. Imagine being totally awake and aware of your faculties, hopelessly stuck underwater, and having to convince yourself to breathe in or pass out.”