Molly Teodora Whaley

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Name: Molly Teodora Whaley

Age: 5

Birthdate: November 15th

Death Date: December 24th

Cause of death: Struck by a car !

Personality Traits: Softspoken , excitable , curious , puzzle solver , clingy , sweet as pie!  

(Backstory still under some construction! Please don’t judge it too hard!)

~~~~~ BACKSTORY ~~~~~~  (WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC IMAGERY )

// PAST //  

Molly grew up on a big empty plot of land with her Grandmother, Gina , and Gina's room mate Louise. Gina cared for Molly after her parents were arrested in their tiny town of Maycomb County for robbing the local bank. At the time, Molly was only a few months old. State officials gave Molly's grandmother full custody, with welfare checks on her every month. To the naked eye, everything seemed peachy. Molly was happy and seemingly taken care of. She had a few toys, and a couple dresses to suit!  Gina, On the other hand, was using the money checks the government was sending over for Molly to pay for things like gambling and late parking tickets. One morning, Gina completely forgot about an upcoming welfare check for Molly and the house was a complete disaster zone! Bottles strewn about, and trash littered the living room, and to top it off- Molly's hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in days! Unfortunately, this led to Gina losing custody, and Molly being sent to a foster home.  

The foster home was an old renovated apartment building with stairs, and plenty of rooms to go around. There, she lived until she was 5 years old. The kids in the foster home were given jobs to do, wether it was staying behind and cleaning, or assisting the mailmen on a route. Everyone had a job, including little miss Molly! She particularly enjoyed the mail route, since it meant she got to meet all sorts of people, and see plenty of new things!  Everything was going smoothly, until one night...  


// PRESENT -- DEATH //

On a cold blizzarding  night on the busy streets of New York City, a little orphan girl is struck by a hit and run driver on the way home from a quick grocery run.
Crime Scene cleaners managed the mess, and her body is delivered to the local morgue. Many families came to peer at the body, trying to see if it was a loved one or not. To their disappointment, the little girl was unclaimed for many days.

The embalmer , a mentally insane and corrupt woman , attempted to resurrect the child. Going as far as to take her corpse home herself. After many days and many failed attempts, she completely gives up, and when the funeral home investigates her corpses disappearance, She’s taken into custody, leaving her body to rest in her
 lab. A power outage occurs, leaving the house completely motionless for a few fleeting moments. Once the power returns to the home… a jolt of electricity is sent through the little girls body. One eye, then two! Her limbs start to move, showing signs of life! 

… Now where will she go?

// PRESENT CONT: //

Now, a fully mobile corpse, Molly aimlessly wandered the streets, trying to find something, ANYTHING to bring her back 'home'.  Due to the impact of the car , her memory isn't as faithful as it once was. For days the corpse walked, to her, all the buildings looked the same.. and none of them were anything like where she thinks she once lived. Just when she thinks she'd never find her way home again, she comes upon an old abandoned apartment building. Huzzah! She'd found it! Or- that's what she thinks. The truth was, the building hadn't been lived in for YEARS. Broken glass, creaky doors, and graffitti littered the building, and to top it all off, the paint was peeling! Yuck!  


Molly sees past this, however. To her, this WAS her old foster home! But, no one's ever home because everyone must be busy, right? She was content with this thought, and continued to stay behind, and keep the place nice and tidy. Almost as if she's living in her imagination world. Even with the scent of mold, she finally finds herself at rest, living contently in the rickety, old building perfectly perched in the nearby woods.