Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Was it a local? Did they scream?

Recently, I've noticed a common question coming up about BG.  

On February 13, 2017, Liberty German and Abigail Williams visited Monon High Bridge Trail in Delphi, Indiana.  The two girls were there to take photographs of the trail. 

The timeline shows that the girls were dropped off by a family member.  This family member would not be named for a while.  Libby's father was to pick them up when he finished some errands.  It wasn't until after the bodies were discovered on the banks of Deer Creek when authorities released more information.  It was Libby's older sister whom they finally identified as the one who dropped them off.  

During the time the girls were on the bridge, Libby started recording a man on the bridge who would later be dubbed, "BG".  The only audio (even though LE has more) shared with the public was, "down the hill".  It is assumed by most that this crime was over within minutes.  
(There are some who believe the girls were taken to a nearby barn and then returned to the crime scene later.  This is because the crime scene was reported to have been "pristine".) 

The question: Was BG a local, possibly someone from the meat packing company nearby, or an outsider who was familiar with the area, or could he have been an outsider all together?   

The area is secluded, wooded with rough terrain when going off trail to hike along the banks or to cross over the creek to reach the cemetery.  Because of this atmosphere, many believe the perpetrator had to be a local, familiar with the area, familiar with the terrain.  

While I agree there's a high possibility that a local who knew one of the girls committed this crime, I still feel the need to make a point about the woods and being a stranger to the woods. 

I practice an outdoorsman type of hobby myself.  I have spent most of my life in the woods.  I visit areas I've never been to before and getting lost is a lot more difficult than one realizes - if one knows what they're doing.  

I can easily pull up a map of a new wooded area that I want to visit, study the terrain, measure distances and have a good plan and often an alternate route of smooth entry and exit.  Once in the forest, noting my surroundings and finding natural markers that are easy to remember, I follow the deer paths.  I follow them because they always lead to water.  If I am following water going in, I am following water going out and 9 times out of 10, I am following water because that's what my hobby entails. 

One of my areas and yes, that is a trestle where at the end one would go "down the hill" to reach the banks.

My point is, this could be a stranger crime, a stranger to the girls and a stranger to Delphi.  
Doubtful, but possible.  

I've come this far, I may as well address the other question. 

"There were other people out there.  Why didn't they hear them scream?" 

Maybe this is the part of the barn theory some of us have been missing.  When a loaded gun is in your face or held against the neck of someone you love, you're going to do what you're told to do.  

Fact:  No visible weapons on BG. (many of us are convinced we see the outline of a gun beneath the coat but that isn't a fact)
Fact:  BG (or someone helping him) ordered the girls to go, "down the hill".
Fact:  No one has claimed to have heard anything.  No screams, nothing.
Fact:  The grounds were searched until after 4:00 am with heat-seeking drones, searchers on 4-wheelers and even more on foot.  No sight nor sound of the girls. 
Fact:  Everyone left the area right after 4:00 am, agreeing to meet there the next morning.
Fact:  The girls were discovered the next morning by the searchers.
Fact:  There are abandoned barns around the area.  One within just a short distance from the crime scene.

So, how did this play out?  

I've said this before and I'll repeat it today.
I have been held at gunpoint on more than one occasion in my life and there was another female with me.  I can give you a personal account of what one will do in this scenario. 

A gunman walks in, loads the gun in front of me and the other female I'm with.  He cocks the pistol and says, sit down and don't move.  

I sit down, so does she.

At that point, if he says to me, tie her up.  I do it.  If he says to me, stuff this in her mouth (tape leaves prints, fabric in the mouth can be removed), I do it.  If he says open your mouth.  I do it.  If he shoves a piece of fabric in my mouth, I don't fight it, after all, he does have a loaded gun in the other hand.  If he tells me to turn around and put my hands behind my back so he can quickly cuff or tie them, I do it.  

When one is physically in this position, being under the control of someone else, they'll do whatever they have to do to stay alive long enough to figure out a way to get out of the situation, while holding onto hope that the gunman will let them go.

So, why didn't anyone hear them scream?  They probably didn't. 

Now, that's based on the idea that the murders were over within minutes, most likely at the end of the audio obtained by LE.  

But if they were taken to a barn and kept for a while would they have screamed?  Would they have been gagged?  Would the searchers have heard anything over the sound of 4-wheelers?

It is all debatable, it is mostly speculation, but the things I have spoken of today are based on my own personal experiences and that's a fact.
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Note from the writer: 

Very soon, I will be introducing another blog to my readers which will be a fictionalized blog based on the Colonial Parkway Murders, showing how my POI could have committed those crimes and could still be in action today. 
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Also, I have a close friend who has started writing anonymously about her childhood.  Her adult only blog contains references to violence, abuse, alcoholism, sexual abuse, domestic violence, and murder.  She is writing her blog on a fictionalized basis, altering names and locations for her own protection.  Stay tuned for the announcement!
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