This assignment made a seemingly sluggish run more adventuresome. Today’s weather was quite muggy as I trudged down Mayflower Hill midday. Having entered the coordinates of the into my phone yesterday, I eagerly made my way to the address – 27/29 Viollette Drive Waterville (picture below).
As I ran down Mayflower Hill I felt at home (getting there) and in familiar territory with nothing out of the ordinary. I came all the way down the drive to the intersection with First Rangeway and turned right. The houses shrunk a bit and became more crowded compared to their counterparts on the Hill. I was in a residential neighborhood. I continued my winded jaunt towards the left turn on Violettle – more of the same.
The scenery felt ordinary for the most part, a house here and there appeared unkempt but nothing felt immediately alien. The location sat between two avenues and from first glance appeared… unimposing. Honestly, I was expecting the house to be completely abandoned or have some glaring abnormality about its exterior. I was probably thinking like a detective living before the ideas of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and later Edmund Locard. There definitely is more than meets the eye – especially because what was meeting my eyes was very little.
As unprofessional as it is to make assumptions without any definite evidence, I’m going to have to infer some about this past crime with such little I gathered at the scene. Like we learned in class, the house did not take many security measures from the street or the houses around it (i.e. fence, wall, line of trees etc.) so it is definitely plausible for a home invasion to have happened in the past – similar to the story of JonBenet.
I didn’t notice any noticeable burn marks in the past that might’ve indicated a fire or possibly arson but obviously I have no evidence to scientifically refute a fire having happened beyond simply the eye test.
I am very intrigued by this site and wonder what actually happened here. Hopefully through more classes, content and lessons I will be able to infer without having so many questions like I do now.
Whatever did happen there long long ago is lost to time. (Word Count 371)
I felt in a similar situation as you Maximum Security where as soon as I got to my scene, I just began wildly speculating on what had happened. I feel like the lack of knowledge on the scenes almost makes it more creepy as there is nothing to limit what crimes you can imagine. There is no clues to guide your ideas of what happened which leads you to fear the worst like how you immediately thought of the JonBenet case.
I find it crazy how something could happen at such a normal location. If I were to pass by that house on foot or in a car I would not think that an unsolved kidnapping case could have happened there. It’s cool how you were able to take different things that you learned from the Jon Benet case and make the assumption that something like that happen and you were actually right.
I liked your Sherlock impression. I found myself in a similar position attempting to solve a crime I didn’t know anything about. I enjoyed how you phrased it, consistently establishing how you were largely uninformed- it made for a very fun read. Also, great choice on the name of the blog post. I was puzzled for a few seconds but eventually, I smiled at it (maybe even exhaled through my nose). I wonder how a house that seems so charming could’ve been the scene of a crime.
I also found it interesting how this appeared to be just like any ordinary home in an unsuspecting neighborhood. Did the house seem fairly new? Perhaps this home was built on top of what was once a more ominous structure. Maybe there was a fire and the house was rebuilt?
Hi Maximum Security,
I also found it interesting how visible the house was from the street. I was expecting something a little more mysterious (wrought iron fence, gargoyles, etc.) that would give me the creeps as soon as I saw it. However, if I did not have the exact coordinates, I do not think I would be able to identify the correct house. I concur with your thought that neighborhood and surrounding area did not immediately feel threatening. If anything, it reminded me of the streets I jog down when I am in my hometown. I like your observations, and I too hope to learn more about what happened in the unsuspecting home.
-Killing Curiosity