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6 Disturbing Unsolved Mysteries In Connecticut That Will Leave You Baffled
Sylvia Baker - 3 of Spades, Connecticut - The Deck
New clues may help solve a string of decades-old murders in Hartford
It’s Saturday evening, July 17, 1982. Sylvia Baker’s son Kelsey, 8, is watching TV and her daughter Alena, 2, is sleeping. Sylvia is with them inside their apartment building on Sisson Avenue in Hartford, around the corner and a few blocks away from the Mark Twain House. Sylvia tells Kelsey she will be right back and goes outside to take the garbage out.
When his mom doesn’t return as soon as she normally would, Kelsey wonders where she is. He goes to the window and can see her. “There were people out there congregating, including my mom,” Alena tells me in a recent interview. “So he was like, ‘Oh, she’s outside.’ ”
He goes back to watching TV. The Love Boat is on. He falls asleep. He will never see his mother again.
Sylvia is standing outside the apartment talking with neighbors. She’s thin and pretty in a white shirt and red-and-white striped seersucker pants. She has a warm smile that lights up some of the few remaining photographs of her.
A blue van pulls up to the curb. Neighbors see several people, both men and women, inside. Sylvia seems to know them and approaches the van and gets in. The vehicle disappears into the Hartford night.
Sylvia Baker - 3 of Spades, Connecticut - The Deck
New clues may help solve a string of decades-old murders in Hartford
It’s Saturday evening, July 17, 1982. Sylvia Baker’s son Kelsey, 8, is watching TV and her daughter Alena, 2, is sleeping. Sylvia is with them inside their apartment building on Sisson Avenue in Hartford, around the corner and a few blocks away from the Mark Twain House. Sylvia tells Kelsey she will be right back and goes outside to take the garbage out.
When his mom doesn’t return as soon as she normally would, Kelsey wonders where she is. He goes to the window and can see her. “There were people out there congregating, including my mom,” Alena tells me in a recent interview. “So he was like, ‘Oh, she’s outside.’ ”
He goes back to watching TV. The Love Boat is on. He falls asleep. He will never see his mother again.
Sylvia is standing outside the apartment talking with neighbors. She’s thin and pretty in a white shirt and red-and-white striped seersucker pants. She has a warm smile that lights up some of the few remaining photographs of her.
A blue van pulls up to the curb. Neighbors see several people, both men and women, inside. Sylvia seems to know them and approaches the van and gets in. The vehicle disappears into the Hartford night.
