When I was in jr. high, a friend's family took some girls on a short trip to a city with an amusement park, etc. The family had 2 girls and each girl took a friend. We were all stair-stepped in age, so we were about 12-14 years old. We stayed upstairs in a motel with parking on one side of the room and a sliding glass door leading to a small balcony on the other side of the room. The parents were in one room, we girls were in the next room and an old couple was in the room next to us. At our age, they seemed ancient.
I guess they were in their 60s, maybe even upper 60s. I don't know.....life had been hard on the woman.
We girls were in our room one night and at some point, the couple, who had been steadily drinking and yakking, started getting loud enough for us to actually understand. You know how lots of drunks get louder as they get drunker?
One of the girls had been sitting by the sliding door and she starting listening. She motioned for me to come over, so I did. We could make out bits of it, but not enough. So we turned the TV off and listened more carefully and could hear the old lady talking about her husband. Her
DEAD husband.
When they got particularly loud or maybe they went back in their room for a minute, we cracked our sliding door so we could hear better. The conversation went on for quite a while, but the long and short of it was, she told him all about killing her elderly husband! I think he had been sickly and she wanted to be free taking care of him, so she offed him and now the two of them were having quite the time living on the money he had left her.
The next morning, we told my friend's parents, but they did not believe us. At first, they thought we were pulling their leg....And one of the girls
was a world class fibber.
Then when the truthful girls insisted we'd heard it, they figured the couple had been pulling OUR legs. But we didn't think so. First, they'd have had to know we could have eventually heard them and second, I don't see keeping up a joke that goes on for
HOURS while you go through who knows how many six packs of beer. Plus, the old guy was trying to get in her pants the whole time. He had his own agenda.
The whole conversation wasn't about murder. They talked about lots of other crap and people too. The murder was just interspersed here and there. No.....I think Murdering Molly was for real.
We checked out the next morning and nothing was ever said or done about it.
I'm from LBI. Just thinking and remembering those pine barrens creep me out.
