Found Deceased CO - Shanann Watts (34), Celeste"Cece" (3) and Bella (4), Frederick, 13 Aug 2018 *Arrest* #33

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Have y'all tried to visualize this? Him holding them by their arms and lowering them into that dark hole as the sun comes up? It's straight out of a nightmare. How do you do that and then carry on with your day. Smiling at people, checking his phone, sleeping in that empty house where his whole family died. Wth?
A movie will probably be made about this case.
This would be the 'promo', I would think. MOO.
 
I think we can just forget the idea that they were in bags. I don't see how he could have gotten them in there in bags. They would rip against the sides of the hatch. Maybe he tried and one ripped, so he removed it and that's when the wind caught it or whatever happened to make him leave it there.

ETA: Plus I don't think he'd be able to stretch them out if they were in bags, unless they were wrapped and taped with duct tape or something to keep them in position.
 
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It just seems so incredibly stupid that he didn't at least take the purse/wallet, meds, and unlock the inner latch. He could have tossed the small things in a dumpster or buried them. It would have just taken minutes to grab them.

That would have made a huge difference at the start. I would have wondered at that point, if she took the kids and was driven away by a new bf or something.

He probably intended to do this later, on his return, but NUA prevented all the 'clean up'.
 
I think we can just forget the idea that they were in bags. I don't see how he could have gotten them in there in bags. They would rip against the sides of the hatch. Maybe he tried and one ripped, so he removed it and that's when the wind caught it or whatever happened to make him leave it there.
Yes, I think you're right. He never intentionally left the bag or sheet there, the wind blew them away. CW must have been in a hurry and built up a sweat? Could hear heavy vehicles in the vicinity?
 
If what has been said about the tanks today is correct, and it’s sounding like it is..

A panicked man who just lost two children he adored would not be able to do what he did. He wouldn’t be able to manhandle them, look at them, shove, break and manipulate their tiny bodies through a tiny opening into a vat of oil. There’s just no way. This to me suggests complete emotional detachment, anger, hatred .. or all three.

If he’d placed them in the woods, wrapped in their little baby blankets .. maybe I could have some doubts, even if tiny. But not this.

The imagery drummed up in this thread today is just horrifying. So unbelievably heartbreaking.

MOO
 
a couple of thoughts before closing. I thought it were sensors in the tanks. Now to the 8" hole, it is horrifying but I was thinking would it be easier to put a toddler through that hole if he already oiled them in something like oliveoil or massage oil. I am sorry for any spelling and grammatical errors. I am in a big hurry to write this before it closes
 
I do have that book, from long ago. That's a great idea! Thank you. I'm going to order copies for both of them to read. I'm also going to re-read it myself!
Thanks, MassGuy/Molly.
After reading loads of cases on Websleuths, I am off to the library, and ordering this book for myself.
What we read, is just awful: those around these monsters are taken by surprise following their actions.
 
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March 31, 2017
"My daughter is 2days a week in the Preschool class and has only been 6 times so far and what she has learned so far is incredible! Truly amazing school
And wonderful teachers."
Shanann Watts

There may be more recent information there if you're up for doing some digging.

MOO
I also saw she stated that Bella would be starting private kindergarten there. In Colorado you have to be 5 by Oct 1st and Bella wasn’t turning 5 until Dec. Private schools let enroll early but it is definitely expensive.
 
He ate pizza. He ate anything. After he witnessed his wife slaughter his babies. He ate. And grinned. And wasn't hospitalized. And didn't cry. And he slept. (As evidenced by his clear eyes and lack of bags).

I didn't cry the night my son died. Some kind of adrenaline kicked in and I was just moving on fumes. However, some friends came over to my house and started cleaning and stuff. Two friends cooked us dinner. I mostly sat in the bed and stared at the TV. When my cooking friend came up and asked me for a potato peeler, I finally burst into tears. Why? Because we didn't HAVE a potato peeler and I was embarrassed to admit that I just used a little knife.

I didn't do television interviews, but I did plenty of other interviews: with KODA for organ donation, with the newspaper, with LE, the coroner, and the countless friends who filed in one after the other to help. For the most part, I was composed, steady-voiced, and articulate. That is, until someone said something off the wall.

I yelled at KODA when, during the interview, they asked me how often my son drank alcohol and smoked. (He was a small child.) I yelled so loudly at them, and used so many choice words, that the police officer standing next to me actually chuckled out loud. It's not something I would do under other circumstances.

Yeah, grief does weird stuff to you.

On the day he died, I had dressed with care, since I was getting ready to go to my book signing when I discovered him. The shirt and skirt combo was one I'd purchased the week before. He'd been with me in the store. It was a whole day of us together. At one point someone, who didn't know what else to say, told me that my outfit was "cute." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut because it immediately reminded me of how much fun we'd had on the day I'd bought it. And how we'd never be able to do that again. I honestly can't imagine preening to the camera, laughing a little, and talking about said outfit like CW did about his T-shirt.

The couple that came over fixed my favorite meal: fried salmon patties, macaroni and tomato juice, mashed potatoes, and cornbread (I'm a southern mountain girl). It was all gorgeously cooked. And I took one bite and threw it all up and had to go back to bed.

I slept all right, but only after they dosed me with lethal levels of Tylenol PM. I hated sleeping. Hated it because there was always this second upon awaking in which I'd forget about what happened. For just a second or two, life would feel "normal" again. And then reality would come sliding in, hitting me in the head like a brick. It was absolute torture.

There are other child loss parents on this board. I am certain that while the details of our experiences may vary, they probably have similar stories to mine.
 
Posters on here do not think he is a good liar.

Me, I am astounded that a man so depraved was able to carry on a persona where people thought he was loving and a great guy ( as stated by Lindstrom re the great guy and many about how loving he was)

How did he manage that con job for years? He did not turn depraved over night.

Many people like this become excellent mimics. They watch the people around them, even people on TV, and learn to mimic their responses to certain things so that they are socially acceptable. It's the whole "I'm not really a doctor, I just play one on TV" thing. They're not really good guys, they're just able to play one when necessary. And some become really, really good at it. Sociopathy and psychopathy (among other disorders) are also spectrums, too. Depending on where he fell on the line (or if he's on the line at all), he may truly have loved his family in his own way. He may have been loving towards them because he'd watched other dads and was able to mimic their actions. Or, perhaps some of his actions were sincere. Even psychopaths can show regret and affection. It's kind of fascinating.
 
I'm still wondering about WHY the murders were committed on that particular day. Was something about to hit the fan? Why that particular night, when he didn't have a lot of time to work with?
 
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"Shop" is an abbreviation for a class in American schools (Junior High, Middle School or High School) usually meaning "Auto Shop." The students learn how to repair cars (a very useful skill).

Shop can also mean "Wood Shop" where the boys learn how to build things.
It's usually for 7th & 8th Graders.

Girls get stuck having to take Home EC (Home Economics) and learn how to bake brownies & taco casseroles and sew.

Most schools don't have Home Ec classes anymore. Our state stopped doing Home Ec back in the mid-1990s, as have other states around me. Although shop classes are sometimes offered in middle school (7th and 8th grades) it's more of a high school elective now. I don't think any area middle schools offer it.
 
I measured my 2 girls:

4 year old shoulders are 10 inches when down but a little over 8 inches when arms raised above head

Almost 2 year old shoulders are 9 inches when down.

I suppose if he puts the girls arms above head he could squeeze them in. Sickening to even think about.
 
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