Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

Plain white walls. A window sat to the right framed in a dark brown curtain. The light shining through the valance would make the color appear lighter. The air conditioner that sat inside the window was a small one, only meant to cool the one room, but it didnt work. Typical. To the left was a small bookcase. Despite her loathing nature for reading there were books there. Some she had read. Some that didnt even belong to her. Some that had been signed by the author. She had traveled about an hour to meet him and waited, one time, four hours in line just to have him sign her books. The television set that rested on top didnt work. Again, typical. There was a door that led to her bathroom beside that. The far wall is where her dresser sat with an oval floor mirror beside it, and the door that led into the room was beside that. The room wasnt overly girly or even filled. Shades of brown were the only thing that broke up the modest room. It was the perfect tribute, the perfect place for Molly Larson to spend most of her time. She resided there with a roommate. There was no way Molly could pay all the bills of living alone on her salary. She worked at a local diner, waiting tables. There was nothing that ever stood out about the woman. Her long brown hair framed her face. When she smiled, her brown eyes would light up. Molly never considered herself model material. Though she wasnt overweight, she wasnt a hard body either. The only time she had ever seen the inside of a gym was when she went with her mother because she was interested in joining one. No. Molly was content to simply go to work, come home, and bury herself in her room with her laptop. That was her average day. At work she never met a stranger, and Molly almost always smiled. There she had a wonderful time talking with her co-workers and being this person so full of life. Molly was lonely, to say the least though. Life was always so busy it left little time for friends. Most of her life was online. She loved the rare times she got to get out and go somewhere and be with her friends and family. She lived not too far from her parents. They were getting older now. Her mom was in her 60s, and her father was in his 70s. Earlier in the year, her mother had to have major surgery. Her father was already semi-retired. Things had been tough on them. Molly gave what she could when she could, but she had her own life to take care of. They understood that, but they were always grateful for whatever help she could give them. On this particular night, she had watched an old movie about a man offering one million dollars for one night with the mans wife. She scoffed at the possibility. For her, if she were in the situation, she would have jumped at the chance she told her roommate who was enjoying the movie with her. They both sat opposite each other in the living room with a bowl of popcorn. Her roommate was a smart guy. He had a lot of computer knowledge and put all of that to use at the local pc repair shop. More than once he had fixed Mollys laptop for a small fee. He liked how she cooked steaks and home fries. A small price for her baby to work. What would you do for a million dollars, he has asked her. I dont know, she laughed. It became a game of 20 questions. They enjoyed the evening as they normally would when it was movie night. After the movie, she retreated to her room, again, and thats when it all began. She posted the website link and waited. Offers began to come in, but nothing really took her interest. She could tell some were hoaxes who didnt believe her, but she was serious. Every day she would come home and take note of the growing interest and amounts offered by the various people. She actually laughed at the guy who offered his left nut. Molly had her reasons for wanting to do this. They were her reasons and hers alone. She was about to give up hope that anyone would take her seriously or capture her attention, that is until she clicked on her newest message. She read it over and over, leaving it onscreen and coming back to it. Finally, just before five am, after being up all night thinking about it, she replied. I hear the corner diner is a good place to get a hot lunch. As for the turkey on rye. Its to die for.