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omaewokorosu) wrote2025-04-20 11:04 pm
omaewokorosu) wrote2025-04-20 11:04 pm
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the answer: inconclusive
Today, as I set out for Port Jervis, my mind filled with questions, I was certain I was going to get at least some answers, right? Walk through the door and see obvious signs, right? Scorch marks or something burned or something. Something.
Instead I'm left with more questions and no answers.
The house looks completely untouched. It also looks like it hasn't been lived in for months, which I expected for the second floor because...it hasn't been occupied for four months. And going through the upstairs, even though I knew I wouldn't find anything, felt surreal. Everything was gone, obviously. Even the one door was replaced. The only signs that I was once ever there were the stick on mirrors and the wall decals. It was hard to believe I once lived here.
Downstairs things felt...weird. Off. All four of us (my brothers, myself, and my wife) searched for clues. Things we may have missed. We found a couple of things outside the house, bits of burnt clothing. A sock nearly burnt completely into cinders, the other one not nearly so bad. Nothing in the house has any signs of ever being on fire. Everything is in its place. The only addition was a candle and some matches. But this candle was never used, the wick never lit, and no soot or anything around the rim of the glass from lighting it. There were three used matchsticks in the lid of the candle.
But the candle had never been lit. Maybe she'd tried to light it but struggled with the matches. Maybe they didn't last long enough to get it to the candle. Maybe the head of one of the matchsticks fell on her without her noticing and smouldered without her knowing until it caught fire where she sat.
But there would be obvious signs of that on her chair. There was nothing.
It's like this event that shouldn't have happened, did. And no one has any idea how. There have been cases where people do spontaneously combust if the conditions are right. But were the conditions right?
Was this a genuine accident or was it something darker? Because of the events of the past year, police say it's something darker. But I find it really hard to believe because even as fucked up as she was, I don't know why anyone, but especially her, would choose that method.
It's sad. It really is. Regardless of the how or the why it's a terrible situation no matter how you cut it. I don't know what would be worse: it being an accident or it being on purpose. I feel they might be equal for similar reasons.
Imagine just wanting to light a candle and some tragic accident happening.
This is cruel for the universe, in my opinion. Too cruel. No one deserves to go that way. Not even my worst enemy.
Instead I'm left with more questions and no answers.
The house looks completely untouched. It also looks like it hasn't been lived in for months, which I expected for the second floor because...it hasn't been occupied for four months. And going through the upstairs, even though I knew I wouldn't find anything, felt surreal. Everything was gone, obviously. Even the one door was replaced. The only signs that I was once ever there were the stick on mirrors and the wall decals. It was hard to believe I once lived here.
Downstairs things felt...weird. Off. All four of us (my brothers, myself, and my wife) searched for clues. Things we may have missed. We found a couple of things outside the house, bits of burnt clothing. A sock nearly burnt completely into cinders, the other one not nearly so bad. Nothing in the house has any signs of ever being on fire. Everything is in its place. The only addition was a candle and some matches. But this candle was never used, the wick never lit, and no soot or anything around the rim of the glass from lighting it. There were three used matchsticks in the lid of the candle.
But the candle had never been lit. Maybe she'd tried to light it but struggled with the matches. Maybe they didn't last long enough to get it to the candle. Maybe the head of one of the matchsticks fell on her without her noticing and smouldered without her knowing until it caught fire where she sat.
But there would be obvious signs of that on her chair. There was nothing.
It's like this event that shouldn't have happened, did. And no one has any idea how. There have been cases where people do spontaneously combust if the conditions are right. But were the conditions right?
Was this a genuine accident or was it something darker? Because of the events of the past year, police say it's something darker. But I find it really hard to believe because even as fucked up as she was, I don't know why anyone, but especially her, would choose that method.
It's sad. It really is. Regardless of the how or the why it's a terrible situation no matter how you cut it. I don't know what would be worse: it being an accident or it being on purpose. I feel they might be equal for similar reasons.
Imagine just wanting to light a candle and some tragic accident happening.
This is cruel for the universe, in my opinion. Too cruel. No one deserves to go that way. Not even my worst enemy.