In the outskirts of northwest Philadelphia, in Pennsylvania, there is a tragic mystery

that still has not been solved.

Right there, in Ivy Hill Cemetery, as you're stepping inside, you cannot miss the grave.

It is usually lined with small toys and stuffed animals from the visitors to this

resting area. And the reason is because to them, this grave is special. It is sacred. In it lies the

victim, a four-to-six-year old boy, whose identity still remains a mystery.

The strange circumstances in which he was found and the fact that nobody has figured out his

name or where he came from have given him, ironically, a name.

This is the story of the boy in the box.

My name is Edwin.

And here is the dark.

It was February 25th, 1957, when a cardboard box was spotted by a boy who was checking his traps in a potter's field.

Knowing well that the police would take them away, he didn't tell them about it.

But then, just a few days later, a college student went into the area and found a body inside

a box.

Both of them had been reluctant to tell the police what they had found.

But after the college student heard about the disappearance of a four-year-old girl from

New Jersey, he decided to speak up.

It was another tragic story where Mary Jane Barker disappeared and her dead body was later discovered by her playmate in the closets of an empty house near her house, a little over a week later.

So he thought that this may have been her, so he reluctantly decided to report what he had seen.

But it was a boy.

His body, naked, cleaned up and had just gotten a haircut and had his nails trimmed.

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