What was that for? I was talkin to ya and everything and then---BOOM! You left! Without even a goodbye! I've never been so insulted in my life. Well...ok. Yes I have. But not in a while. Your friend said that you would be right back. But you didn't come right back. I know. I waited. I did. For 5 hours! Well...maybe not 5 hours. But for over 5 minutes. But it felt like 5 hours. And then your friend left. And then I was all alone. Alone in the basement. With spiders! And they crawled all over me and they were laughing at me. Laughing! "Look at her!" they were saying. "Look at her sitting in the dark all by herself!" They were mocking me. And poking at me with sticks! Well...they were small sticks. Ok, they were toothpicks. But they still hurt! I have little holes in my skin where they were poking. Oh wait. Those are my pores. Well, ok. They didn't leave any marks. They were very careful about it. They wanted to cover their tracks so the whole ugly incident couldn't be traced back to them. But it happened. I swear it did. And all because you never came back. And I waited. I did. For 5 hours! Well...maybe not 5 hours. But for over 5 minutes.

And then, just now, as I'm writing this...MOTHS!! As I'm writing this, moths are attacking me! Huge moths! Really big furry ones. And they're all powdery! With dangly legs and squiggly antennae! They're banging up against my forehead and leaving powder marks on me! AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!! And now, because I'm screaming, "AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!!!", they are trying to fly in my mouth! And *spit spit* one just did now! It's bouncing around inside my mouth, getting my tongue all powdery! It's getting fur on my teeth! *spit spit* And now it's out. It's lying on the floor. It can't fly because it's all wet. It's laying there twitching. Ha ha!

But wait. The rest of them are still coming at me! There are 470 of them. There's just too many! I don't know how much longer I can hold out! They've got me on the ground now. I'm on my stomach. One of them is bending my leg back. It's trying to snap my leg! Oh, God!!! Pleeeeeeease, heeelp meeee! This can't be happening. And they're hissing evil, vile things at me. "You didn't even need to wear a bra until you were 15!" "You never graduated from high school!" "You wear the same pair of socks two days in a row!!" Evil, evil things. I'm starting to lose consciousness now. I'm leaving my body. As I hover over my writhing scrawny form, I look down and see what appears to be an old woman, rolling around on the floor in a fur coat. One leg grotesquely twisted behind her back. She is getting smaller and smaller as I move further away from her. Away..away.......*pop*

"Hello. My name is Franklin. I was one of the moths that took part in this brutal attack. An innocent woman, sitting at her computer, typing away at her keyboard. And, with no provocation whatsoever, we swarmed her. Swarmed her to death. There was no reason behind the attack. We did it for kicks. A bunch of moths just out for a good time. Bored on a friday night, looking for something to amuse ourselves. We told ourselves it was all in fun. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. Then something went wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.

We got carried away. When the woman started to scream, we all got a little excited. Then, when she started flapping her arms around, it drove us into a frenzy! Woody, the lead moth, started yelling, "Dive! Dive!" That's when we all lost our heads. There was no turning back. What started out as a little fun with the boys, ended in the soft, relentless pummeling of a woman. A soft pummel of death.

I am very ashamed of my actions. There is no excuse for what we did. We must all now live with that shame. Woody, who feels a deep sense of responsibility for the event, is now in therapy. A few of the boys...Roscoe, Moses and Ed...are struggling with an addiction. Although we all like to partake of wool once in a while, after the incident, they started hitting the sweaters pretty hard. It took a while before we were able to get them to come out of the closet. Some of the boys found themselves drawn to open flames...flying right into them...barely escaping with their lives. We are all dealing with our own private little hells in our own way. I started throwing myself at light bulbs. I would fly at them again and again. Hitting them until my body was completely numb. I was punishing myself, not knowing how to deal with the guilt that was eating away at me. But with the help of medication and the love of my family, I am slowly recovering. As we all are. Except Vic. He was eaten by a cat.