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\u2019s conversations when they passed or heard classes in session through the cracked windows.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2019m walking here alone?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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 \u201cchoke\u201d 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.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The question still remains nonetheless, what happened at 270 Mayflower Hill Drive and why was I led there?\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Word count: 389<\/p>\n\n\n\n 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 … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/ch115\/files\/2023\/09\/IMG_2277-1.jpg\")
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