Boy in the Box
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MatureComplete Mon, May 9, 2022<5 mins
The "Boy in the Box" is an unidentified murder victim, a 3-to 7-year-old boy, whose naked, battered body was found on the side of Susquehanna Road, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on February 25, 1957. He appeared to have been cleaned and freshly groomed, with a haircut and trimmed fingernails, although he had been severely beaten, bruised and malnourished. The body was covered with scars, some, and which were surgical (most notably on his ankle, groin, and chin). It is believed that the cause of death was homicide by blunt force trauma.
The boy remains unidentified, as no one has ever come forward to claim him; for this reason, he is also known as "America's Unknown Child". The case remains unsolved and is still open.
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