My hometown’s population is less than 2,000 and yet we have two diners that are full every morning. I can’t buy the sudden confession, though.

Yes! That still gets to me whenever I drive past abandoned houses in the country.

There is already a book for Mean Moms—”Queen Bee Moms and Kingpin Dads” It’s written by Rosalind Wiseman, author of the original inspiration for Mean Girls—”Queen Bees and Wannabees”

The story itself is disturbing, but they way you tell it makes it extra creepy. Did you ever suspect the mechanic? He might have known how far they could be sliced to initially hold together before they inevitably break apart.

Simple, yet terribly scary.

Your best friend sounds pretty hateful. I’m glad both of you thwarted whatever weird plans she had.

I don’t doubt the veracity of your story, but-wow. The whole premise would make for a fantastic novel.

Yes! Fuck politeness.

I was an idiot who gave a man a ride even though I could sense he was off. Nothing happened to me, but I later found out that my first impression was spot on. Thinking of a way out in a moment of panic is not an innate skill—good for you for having that power. Also--so scary. You need more stars.

This makes sense. When I look for good barbecue sauce recipes they’ll usually call for a cup or two of ketchup. It works as a a secret ingredient—like mayo.

Wow. It may be because I’m familiar with the setting of your incident (I vacationed in the old town area etc) that I got chills, but— that was a evocative and thrilling story.

Absolutely not. Fantastic story.

Not until much later. I forget why we brought it up, but she didn’t remember anything. The great thing about her is that she has never taken any shit. She was always strong on her opinions—like the whole Santa Claus thing she was not having any part of (I remember her bringing home every holiday coloring page from…

That sort of night time babbling scares the life out of me—I would have stayed awake as well!

I never thought to. I know that the whole row of houses were ‘modernized’ by the 1940's to house secretaries etc who were coming in to work in a nearby army base ( we still had the same sink and tiles from that period).

Not in any concrete way. We tried to stay away from the word ‘rat’ because she had already learned they were ‘bad thing’ during the summer. I was worried if asked ‘rat?’ she’d freak out even if it wasn’t that.

The most sickening thought is that the Marshall Islands population as a whole is really small. How many young women had unplanned pregnancies every year with a population of under 60,000 people? I don’t want to speculate the worst, but the possibilities are frightening.

I’m piggybacking on my own comment in the hopes that more than a few people can read this—-Thanks to Jezebel and their delightful Halloween tradition, I was able to talk myself out of a panic when I experienced sleep paralysis for the first time this year!

That sounds insane. I’m so glad that everything turned out ok.

Your mom sounds like an amazing person.