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The Coldwell Case
by Harkback Union » Thu Jan 22, 2015 12:33 pm
by Kirt » Thu Jan 22, 2015 12:51 pm
by Chrysaor » Thu Jan 22, 2015 1:58 pm
RENOWNED ARCHEOLOGIST MISSING
Local police are combing the wilderness surrounding the coastal town of Coldwell for 50-year-old Neil Costigan who disappeared in the area just last week.
Professor Neil Costigan is a Belfast-born professor of Archeology and History currently working under the sponsor of Yale University. Costigan recently became a popular name among international academia after the publication of his highly controversial report detailing the discovery of a mysterious ruin inside the Mullinahone Cave Formation, near the settlement of Coldwell. The report insisted that the site was a "gate to hell", a claim disputed by local scholars and officials.
Before going missing, Costigan had been living in Coldwell for almost a year to better aid his research, leaving behind his wife and two children in Belfast. He was last seen on the morning of Octorber 17th and was believed to be heading towards Mullinahone before vanishing completely into the wilderness. A fit and experienced adventurer; it is unclear what has happened to Costigan.
"In these woods, a mile is all it takes before you get totally turned around and do not know which way to go" said Calum McDonnell, the town’s deputy. "The country here is still primitive. We have a lesion of forest and mountain, most of it heavy second-growth and old-growth. Even locals can’t help but go missing sometimes."
It is true. Coldwell is listed as one of the most likely places in Northern Ireland to go missing, owing to the untouched beauty of the wilderness plus enthusiastic hikers, backpackers and the occasional professors, says McDonnell. A staggering 189 men and 51 women officially remain listed as missing since 1899 by the Coldwell Police Department.
People disappear for a lot of reasons, says Ronan Lynch, the town’s mayor.
"Some go missing on purpose, some by accident," he said. "Some go to a beautiful spot to take their own lives."
Criminal activity also comes into play, Lynch added, but it is unlikely.
“Our town prides itself on its record-breaking low murder rate. Most of the time, people make mistakes and they don't survive," he said. "Sometimes they aren't found. There are not enough people in Coldwell to put eyes on every bit of that ground out there."
Mr. Costigan’s family has chosen to keep quiet and asked for privacy during this trouble time.
by Kirt » Thu Jan 22, 2015 3:23 pm
by Mundeo » Thu Jan 22, 2015 4:03 pm
by In Gentem Et De Libris Scientiam » Thu Jan 22, 2015 6:03 pm
by Mundeo » Fri Jan 23, 2015 4:36 am
by Chrysaor » Fri Jan 23, 2015 5:57 am
Mundeo wrote:Before going to Coldwell she went to her house to get any supplies that might be needed. She picked up her handy silver-lined ten focus magnifying glass and a small, portable microscope. She also took a small dagger and pistol and hid it under her coat. She despises violence, it being what took her father away, but sometimes she had no choice. She was about to leave for Coldwell when she noticed a letter on the floor next to the door. She must have gotten mail and din't notice it when she came in. She opened it and noticed that it was from Marian Blake! She was an old friend of Victoria's, they went to boarding school together. She had recently sent a letter to her regarding her recently moving to a mansion that her husband inherited. And where was that mansion one may ask? Nowhere else than super-shady Coldwell. Victoria was ready to investigate the own, but this letter may give her another reason to visit, she began to read...
To Victoria
It has been so long we last spoke, dear friend. Memories of our time during boarding school together already felt like a lifetime ago. How has life been treating you? I hope everything is still well.
I myself was not so lucky. Yes it is true, I now live in Coldwell along with my husband Ian and I am not happy. It all started a few months back with a strange phone call from a lawyer claiming to represent the estate of the Brunswick, some distant branch of Ian’s family. Their last heir passed away recently and left us a large mansion as well as a sizable amount of inheritance. The board of dean at Coldwell’s local academy was even kind enough to offer Ian a job if we decided to move here permanently!
We were skeptical of course -it was too good to be true, but had no real choice. Ian recently lost his teaching job at London and we needed a way to support ourselves somehow. So here we are.
That in itself was bewildering enough: the sudden whirlwind of planning and decisions, legal details and travel arrangements...the packing up and shipping away our entire home, our entire life to a foreign country. But it is this town itself that made it all worse.
There is something wrong with Coldwell.
This town and its people are sullen and grim. No one speaks. No one looks anyone in the eye. No one, in fact had even attempt to speak to us during our months here, except perhaps one of our neighbor. I think they are scared of us.
Then there’s the weather. It is always cold and dark. I have long forgotten the last time I saw the sun! If you were here Vicky, you can just feel a heavy aura of resignation -- and, it almost seems, dread – that hangs palpably over this “idyllic” town.
My husband is no help either, Coldwell changed him somehow. I no longer know the man that wakes up beside me every morning. He no longer smiles, no longer tells me anything and we see each other less and less every day. Something is wrong in this town and it had changed Ian.
Finally, there are the disappearances. People- mostly children, have gone missing and no one seems to care. Professor Costigan was only the latest and most famous victim. The police are no help. They say people disappear all the time, especially out here.
I know you knew him Vicky, and I know you'd never let a mystery goes unsolved so of course I'd help. You could stay with me during your investigation. If it won't bring me any peace of mind than at least there will good be company, just like how it was at school. It will be no trouble; this mansion has enough rooms to hold you and at least a dozen more people. It would certainly be better than living here alone, as I have for some while now.
Please respond soon. I look forward to meeting you again.
Sincerely,
Your friend
Marian Blake
by Mundeo » Fri Jan 23, 2015 6:23 am
by Kirt » Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:07 pm
by Chrysaor » Fri Jan 23, 2015 1:06 pm
by Kirt » Fri Jan 23, 2015 2:22 pm
by In Gentem Et De Libris Scientiam » Fri Jan 23, 2015 7:09 pm
by Chrysaor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 2:27 am
by Mundeo » Sat Jan 24, 2015 6:38 am
by Chrysaor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 8:40 am
"First, I know why you inherited this mansion, but why did you agree to live here so quickly?"
"Next, when did your husband start to act strange? What were his symptoms?"
"Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary about this mansion or town? Besides the people disappearing."
"Lastly, what do you know about the murder here, and what of Neil Cardigan?"
by Mundeo » Sat Jan 24, 2015 10:44 am
by Chrysaor » Sat Jan 24, 2015 10:59 am
by Mundeo » Sat Jan 24, 2015 2:08 pm
by Kirt » Wed Jan 28, 2015 12:17 pm
by Mundeo » Wed Jan 28, 2015 2:11 pm
by Chrysaor » Wed Jan 28, 2015 10:35 pm
by Mundeo » Thu Jan 29, 2015 5:00 am
by Chrysaor » Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:27 am
by Mundeo » Thu Jan 29, 2015 9:02 am
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