May 12th, 2014
"Don't scream. Don't make any noise, lady, and you won't get hurt."
I had been asleep in bed next to my mother with Sasha, the Persian cat we jokingly referred to as our "watch cat", curled up at the foot.
I was 3 years old.
That night, a strange man came in through the bedroom window of our Los Angeles ranch house and placed his hand (described later to police as "heavily calloused") over my unconscious mother's mouth. […]
I can assure you that Erika Hall's story from her childhood isn't going where you think it is. Well Worth a Read.