It was any ordinary morning on campus, I walked back to my dorm from my Psych class and then headed on my unexpected adventure. As I started my stroll down the steps to Mayflower Hill Drive, I was met with a cool breeze and the passing of many faces. The campus sounds filled my ears as I caught small fragments of people’s conversations when they passed or heard classes in session through the cracked windows.
As I made it further and further from campus, these sounds vanished, and I was completely surrounded by open fields and trees or the occasional pass of a car or shuttle. Once my mind was not crowded with noise and was only filled with the stubble hum of cicadas in the tall grass, I was able to process where I might be headed. What did this sight look like? Was I about to see a dead body? Should I be worried that I’m walking here alone?
I soon made my way around a small bend in the road and the sight revealed itself to me. It seemed to be two generator-type boxes gated off by a metal rail in a small clearing from the woods. I was immediately confused by where these coordinates had led me, was I in the right place? Was I really standing where someone had been brutally murdered?
As these thoughts continued to spiral in my mind, I walked over behind the generator and saw something that made my stomach drop slightly. A set of steep stairs leading down to a wooded area with graffiti reading “choke” two times on the side of the wall. Did a killer write this? Is this where they pushed their victim to the death? My mind continued to race with questions about where I was standing and fear started to creep in. When I continued to look around, I realized this would be a perfect place to commit a crime. It is secluded enough where there are plenty of opportunities to hide a body or violently murder a person, but still in plain sight of cars and buses that pass entering campus. No one would truly know if something mysterious occurred right at this very spot.
The question still remains nonetheless, what happened at 270 Mayflower Hill Drive and why was I led there?
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I honestly don’t feel like I could have gone here alone. It seems so innocent yet haunting.
I got this overwhelming sense of dread as I read that I would not like to relive in person. The proximity to campus also doesn’t help because I will always wonder what happed there.