Wanna bet I wasn’t from around here?

Hey, what are the chances I actually lived in Cecil County, Maryland? Slim to none, is probably a sure bet! Don’t take my word for it. The local authorities say had I been from the area there would have been chatter. They would have heard something! So where was I from?

According to Wikipedia an online encyclopedia “Interstate 95 (I-95) is the main highway on the East Coast of the United States, …paralleling the Atlantic Ocean from Maine to Florida and serving some of the most populated urban areas in the country, including Boston, Providence, New York City, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington, D.C., Richmond, Jacksonville and Miami. It is one of the north–south routes of the Interstate Highway System, and replaced older U.S. Highways, mainly U.S. Route 1. The oldest sections of I-95, including several toll roads, predate the Interstate System; the route has yet to be completed in the Pennsylvania-New Jersey area.” That’s many States, many Cities and many unincorporated areas.

There’s this wooded area off Route 272 near the Gilpin Covered Bridge, which turns out be about a mile from an exit off the I-95. On August 25, 1997 the police were called because someone set a fire in this wooded area. They arrived on scene at about 7:30 AM roughly forty five minutes after the neighbors noticed this fire broke out. One of the cops on scene thought a mannequin was on fire, but on closer observation realized it was a human.

That human was me. I was on fire. Turns out I was killed roughly 24 hours earlier, brutally stabbed and butchered. My right hand and legs were severed. I bled out where I was killed. After which, I was rolled in a ivory colored sheet and then in a tarp. The police speculate, I was placed in the trunk of someone’s car and then driven and dumped in this wooded area right near the Gilpin Covered Bridge, Route 272 and a mile from the nearest I-95 off ramp. Once dumped here in this location the perpetrator set me on fire and fled the scene.

It’s been over ten years and they still don’t know who I am, or where I’m from. They do know that I was a black male between twenty five and thirty five years old. I probably stood about 5’7, weighed about 170 and had a muscular build.

It’s also speculated that I’m someone that is missed. Not that all people aren’t missed, but in my case in particular I probably had money or came from a family with money. I had a very unique dental procedure that’s quite expensive. Also, it turns out my dental features were unique and identifying. My “right front incisor was rotated slightly so that the right front tooth overlapped the incisor.” They hope that family, friends and my dentist will hear about this John Doe’s dentals and come forward. This is unique enough to get attention. Hopefully it will do the job. After all, it’s been over ten years and I’m still John Doe. Or you can call me Cecil Doe.

So there it is! I’m most likely not from Cecil County, Maryland. I was probably killed elsewhere and dumped here. I’m unique and may even come from wealth. This should help someone somewhere recognize me and let law enforcement know who I am.

If you know who I am, or have any information please call:

Maryland State Police
Sgt. John Bollinger
410-290-0050

Agency Case #: 97-04768

NCIC Number: U-054206197

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA HERE: Cecil Maryland John Doe August 1997

Freddie Aikers Doe – Okay

Okay you can call me Freddie Aikers Doe it’s as good as anything right now. Who knows maybe you’ll find out it is my name, minus the Doe part.

My story is not unlike many others featured here on this blog. Oh sure the circumstances vary and other factors change it up a bit; but the bottom line, well the bottom line is the always the same. I’m dead and you don’t know who I am. I’m one of America’s Unidentified. I hear they are calling us an epidemic. Well who cares, we’re dead. We only want one thing – our names! So who am I?

In the Mid 90’s my remains were located off Ridgeway Dr. and Hwy 515 in Blue Ridge, Georgia. There seems to be a tad dispute as to the actual year I was discovered. The coroners office puts out information that says March 23, 1997 and Doe Network says March 23 1995, rumors are surfacing that the 1995 might be the accurate date. I think at this point you should know both dates and about the discrepancy. Just in case.

They say I’m a white male, about 5’8 or taller, with long dark hair, a beard (maybe a mustache too – since the artist drew one), dark eyes, a slim build and I was between 40 and 50 years old. I dressed in a Western Style shirt and blue jeans. Why don’t we go with all that information, for now! What choice do we have? It’s the only information about my physical identity that exists.

What else can I tell you? Oh well more hearsay, but it turns out that some guy in jail who claims to have killed me led the authorities to my skeletal remains. Seeing as how he knew where I was he must of, done it, you know killed me, or at least knows who did and where I was dumped. So based on this guys account:

My name is Freddie Akers. I was a truck driver who owned his own rig. I was from West Memphis, Tennessee, Arkansas or Oregon. On my truck route I stopped in Georgia, Texas, Oregon, Missouri and Arizona. My CB handle was “BA” or bad attitude and at some point I belonged to an MC, a motorcycle club, although he used the word gang.

I don’t know what deal this guy made to give up the whereabouts of remains. I don’t know if the information he is providing is even remotely accurate. Well actually, we’re talking about me, so I do know the answers to those questions. Just one problem. I’m dead. So you have to figure out if he’s telling the truth or telling stories.

What I do know that I can share from the great beyond is that I don’t have a name and my family still doesn't know what happened to me. So you’re gonna help old Freddie out? Get up off that … seat you’re sitting on and take some action? Not much just some? Tell others to look at my picture. Tell others to read this here blog thingy. And tell others to tell others to do the same thing. Get me my name back! It’s been too damn long. I’m ready to wrap this up. So get up and help me.

_______________________________

If you know anything, you can contact:

GBI Regional Office in Cleveland1-888-233-5680

REFERENCE INFO:Agency Case Number: 08-0291-01-95
Medical Examiner's Number: 95-09629

UPDATE: August 18, 2010 - Coroner spells possible last name: AKERS not AIKERS

VIEW HIS PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Fannin Georiga John Doe March 1997

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Mrs. Springs - Unidentified Palm Desert, CA February 1997

UPDATED: JULY 2010

I'm not very happy. On February 10, 1997, I was found dead in the hills behind the Desert Crossing Shopping Center, in Palm Desert, CA. It appears I had contusions to my legs and head.

Here is my 411: When I was found I was approximately 40 to 55 years old. I was 5'6, about 145 lbs, with hazel eyes, and no identifying scars or tattoos. My hair was shoulder length brown and gray mixed in. I had expensive dental work with crowns and root canal work.

The day they found me I was wearing a light colored striped shirt, blue denim pants, and a tan/ yellowish windbreaker jacket. I had very identifiable bi focal, large frame, prescription glasses.

The reason I'm not happy (other than being dead) is that I was wearing a wedding ring and yet here it is in 2007 and I'm still unidentified. We have all heard about unhappy marriages; but to never claim me, stand up and say my wife is missing, seems extremely unreasonable no matter how bad we fought. That is of course, unless it was my spouse that is responsible for my death. The problem with that theory is what about my parents, family, co-workers, neighbors, or friends, somebody would have to notice I was missing.

Here is the most suspicious thing about my death; when I was found I had my medicine and money, but all my id and identifying information was purposely removed. The officials claim that extensive searches were made but to no avail.

My picture seems like a pretty solid description. I hope simply looking at me you will have an AH HA moment and say I know that GAL. Please call the Riverside County Sheriff's Department at the information listed below and tell them how I am, or who you think I might be. Please!

Riverside County Sheriff's -

Coroner: (951) 443-2300

Reference Info: Year/Case#: 1997. # 97I0827 (Unidentified# 97-009)

UPDATED information brought to the attention by a reader. It seems the Sheriff has changed the location of where our unidentified was located. We did report previously by another reader that the shopping center was in Palm Desert not Desert Hot Springs, perhaps this was the tip that eventually led to the changes on the Sheriff's site. We are grateful to all readers who point out changes in the information as updated by local Local Law Enforcement, as well as, any and all errors made during the writing of the narrative.

Additional changes included location, clothing, superficial added to contusions, that she may have been disoriented and that extensive local searches have have not been successful.

VIEW HER PROFILE DATA AT A GLANCE: Riverside California Jane Doe February 1997