Alison Hartman’s ET Experience: Marked Since Childhood
The Alison Hartman ET Experience
The Alison Hartman ET experience began when she was just five years old. What started with a childhood encounter outside her bedroom window would become a lifelong pattern of UFO sightings, unusual entities, and experiences she still struggles to explain.
Alison Hartman is a lifelong ET experiencer from Greenbriar, Arkansas. She’s 42 now, and her first encounter happened when she was five years old. She woke up in the middle of the night, walked back into her bedroom, and noticed the curtains were open. Outside the window, sitting on a desk on the front porch, was a grey alien. Thin, wrinkled, large black eyes. Just sitting there, looking at her.
She didn’t scream. Not because she wasn’t scared, but because she didn’t want to wake her siblings and get in trouble. So she just stood there, staring back. Then she went to bed and looked out the second window. In the backyard was a small saucer-shaped craft, about the size of a van, with blinking red, yellow, green, and white lights. It was sitting on tripod-like legs. She closed the curtain, got into bed, and went to sleep.
The next morning, she was excited. Not traumatised. Excited. She ran around telling everyone what she saw, like it was the coolest thing that had ever happened to her. Her siblings remember it. Her parents don’t. Not long after, something else started showing up.
She would go into the bathroom just to get space from her family, and a glowing green, cartoon-like dog would appear out of nowhere. Floating. With rings around its neck and tail. She named it Bernard. It didn’t talk. It didn’t interact much. It just showed up. And she had the sense it was connected to the same “them.” Like it was checking on her, she told her mom once and got brushed off as having an imaginary friend, so she stopped talking about it.
After that, things went quiet. For decades, there have been no major, vivid experiences. Just interest in the paranormal, typical curiosity, nothing that stood out. Then around late 2020 into 2021, everything came back. Hard. She started having in-person nighttime visits. Not vague impressions. Physical presence in the room. Enough that she started journaling because there were too many to keep track of.
She estimates at least a dozen in-person encounters since then, along with a much larger number of astral interactions and dream contact. She says she can tell the difference between a dream, an out-of-body experience, and something actually in the room. Some of the encounters involved what she describes as medical procedures. Some felt targeted and specific to her. One of the most significant events happened in January 2022.
She was under intense stress at the time, working 70 to 80 hours a week in a high-pressure banking job. One night, after waking up to let her cat out, she lay back down and tried to calm herself with meditation. Halfway through, she felt the air in the room change.
She opened her eyes and saw a being on the other side of the bed, reaching over her husband toward her. She recognised it immediately as non-human. Instead of fear, she felt calm. Curious.
She touched its hand. Then stood up. Another being appeared behind her. Taller. Same general appearance. They took her hands and began moving through the house. At one point, a screen appeared in front of her showing data, including what she interpreted as her frequency. Then they lifted her upward through the ceiling. Her vision went completely black, but she could still hear the environment around her.
When her vision returned, she was in a space that didn’t resemble anything physical. A vast black environment with people sitting in a circle, aware of her presence. Then another room. This one more structured. Green-toned. People standing in rows, rigid, almost vibrating. She was placed in a circle with them.
One of the beings kept pointing to a man nearby and repeatedly asked her if she remembered him. She didn’t. She guessed. Said maybe she knew him from work. Immediately after that, she was back in her bed. What hit her wasn’t fear. It was the feeling that she failed something. Only 45 minutes had passed. That same day, after years with the company, she quit her job. No notice. Walked away from a 20-year career.
Months later, through a chain of coincidences, she saw a documentary and recognised the man from that experience. She reached out to him. He confirmed he had missing time the same day. They spoke, stayed loosely in contact, but never fully understood why they were connected. He later died of pancreatic cancer.
In 2024, Alison had a near-death experience due to pulmonary embolisms. During that experience, she felt his presence again, along with a sense of clarity about everything that had happened. That their meeting mattered. That there was a larger arc she was part of.
Since then, she’s shifted her life. Focused on writing, her podcast, and her work. Her experiences didn’t stop. They continued. She describes ongoing encounters involving different types of beings, though most resemble variations of the “grey” archetype.
Some involve what she interprets as energetic upgrades, especially before travelling to high-energy locations. Others feel more clinical, including procedures involving her body. She’s had experiences that suggest reproductive involvement, which she connects to what others describe as hybridisation programs.
She also has what she believes is an implant near her ear, visible on an X-ray, along with recurring ear ringing and body vibrations that often precede encounters.
In one experience, she was taken outside to two crafts. One tic-tac shaped, one more rectangular. Inside, she saw what looked like a mix of beings and human-like individuals working together. She overheard a discussion about needing to revert to an older method for extracting metal, which led her to believe they were replacing or adjusting an implant.
She woke up with intense ear pain but no physical evidence beyond that. Across all of this, what stands out is her reaction. She isn’t panicked. She isn’t trying to fight it. She questions it. Pushes back at times. Sets boundaries when she can. But overall, there’s a level of acceptance.
She sees it less as random events and more as an ongoing interaction. Something structured. Something that’s been there her whole life, even when it went quiet. She also believes experiences like hers have increased since 2021. That more people are opening up, becoming receptive, or being approached.
Not because something new arrived. But because something that was always there is finally being noticed.
Stories like Alison’s raise larger questions about the nature of contact experiences and high strangeness. For another perspective on these recurring patterns, explore my article on the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference and the unusual conversations happening at the edges of UFO research.
BBC Sherlock changed television when it premiered in 2010, bringing Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective into the smartphone age while creating one of the most passionate fandoms of the decade.
Back in 2010, this show felt like something completely different. It wasn’t just clever; it was techy. It was sharp, stylish, self-aware, and ahead of its time. We were texting on flip phones, and Sherlock was projecting messages into the air like it was psychic Morse code. Fifteen years later, Sherlock still holds up—and that’s saying something in a post-binge, multiverse-warped TV landscape.
Production Magic: The Making of a Modern Icon
Created by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss (who also plays the wonderfully smug Mycroft), Sherlock was produced by Hartswood Films and shot primarily in Cardiff, with London cameos to keep the vibe authentic. They didn’t just update the characters—they modernized the entire universe.
From Sherlock’s iconic Belstaff coat to the minimalist tech-noir set design, every element was deliberate. And that texting thing? Genius. Instead of awkward shots of phone screens, we got floating text bubbles integrated into the scenes, as if we were inside Sherlock’s mind. It was immersive. Revolutionary, even.
And let’s not forget the editing. Fast cuts, mind-palace montages, deduction sequences overlaid with graphics—it all became part of Sherlock’s psyche and made the viewer feel like we were Sherlock. Or at least desperately wanted to be.
ENGLAND : A photograph of Frances ‘Alice’ Griffiths (1907-1986) taken by her cousin Elsie ‘Iris’ Wright (1901-1988), using her father Arthur’s Midg quarter-plate camera, the first in the ‘Cottingley Fairies’ series. Frances, posed in the family garden, stares into the camera past dancing fairies, one of whom plays a pipe. A small waterfall tumbles into a ‘beck’, (dialect for ?stream?), beyond. The fairies were actually drawings by Elsie, secured in the ground with hat pins. It was a secret the girls decided to keep until the 1980s – once they realised the extent of the deception – to protect the public reputations of those who believed in the ‘truth’ of the images. Alice was probably the name given to Frances by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930) in an attempt to conceal the girls’ identities when he published the photographs. (Photo by SSPL/Getty Images)
Doyle’s Ghost: Spiritualism, Fairies & the Man Behind the Myth
Here’s the delicious irony: while Sherlock was dragging modern audiences into a sleek, tech-filled London, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle himself was gallivanting around England defending the existence of fairies. Yes, seriously.
Doyle was a devout spiritualist. He believed in ghosts, seances, spirit photography, and famously endorsed the Cottingley Fairies hoax. While the rational Sherlock Holmes would’ve rolled his eyes into the next century, Doyle doubled down on the supernatural until his death.
His book The Coming of the Fairiesis equal parts charming and bananas, and his defense of spirit photography (The Case for Spirit Photography) is pure Victorian woo. It’s fascinating when you realize the man who gave us the world’s most logical detective was fully convinced in life after death—and tiny winged girls captured on grainy film.
That contrast? It makes Sherlock (the show) even more interesting, as it lives in the tension between logic and emotion, science and instinct, genius and madness.
The Chemistry That Carried It
Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman have the kind of chemistry you can’t fake—or write. Their Sherlock and Watson dynamic was electric from the jump. Flawed, fallible, co-dependent in the most British way possible.
And then there’s Mycroft. What starts as a background bureaucrat becomes one of the most layered and compelling characters in the whole series, thanks to Gatiss’s performance and the writers trusting him with complexity.
But the show’s ace in the hole? Andrew Scott’s Jim Moriarty. That man didn’t play a villain—he orchestrated one. The voice shifts. The unnerving charm. The barely-contained chaos. He’s a villain you hate to love and love to fear. He and Cumberbatch together? Unhinged brilliance.
Season-by-Season Breakdown
Season 1 – A Study in Reinvention
Episode 1: “A Study in Pink”
This is where the obsession started. “A Study in Pink” wasn’t just a reboot—it was a full-scale resurrection. The episode modernizes the original A Study in Scarlet, tossing Holmes into a world of blogs, nicotine patches, and texting in all caps. And somehow, it works. Brilliantly.
We get our first look at Cumberbatch’s Sherlock—aloof, arrogant, devastatingly clever—and Freeman’s John Watson, damaged but grounded. Their first meeting? Instantly iconic. The “Got a flatmate. Sort of.” energy is palpable. The case itself is tightly plotted, but it’s the character development that elevates it. Holmes isn’t some untouchable genius; he’s fallible. Kind of a dick. And weirdly lovable for it.
This episode set the tone for the series: modern, moody, and madly addictive.
Rating: 5/5 stars
Episode 2: “The Blind Banker”
Let’s be honest: this one’s the weakest link in Season 1. It’s still better than most crime procedurals on TV, but compared to “A Study in Pink,” it feels… flat.
The mystery revolves around a Chinese smuggling ring, coded graffiti, and some missing artifacts. There are solid action beats, and the visuals are slick—but the plot doesn’t linger in your mind. The characters feel a little static, and there’s a sense of disconnection. It’s Sherlock, but not quite peak Sherlock.
Still, even mediocre Sherlock is better than most other shows.
Rating: 3.5/5 stars
Episode 3: “The Great Game”
This is where the show takes a hard left into brilliance again. It’s Sherlock vs. a mysterious adversary who forces him into a series of timed puzzles and moral conundrums. The pacing is relentless, and it really starts to dig into the darker parts of Sherlock’s psyche.
But let’s be real—the first 75% of this episode is just foreplay. It’s the last 10 minutes that matter. Because when Moriarty finally steps out of the shadows in that swimming pool scene? Boom. Andrew Scott arrives like a chaotic storm in a cardigan, and nothing is the same after that.
Rating: 3.5/5 stars (but those last 10 minutes are a 10/5)
Season 2 – Sherlock at Its Peak
Episode 1: “A Scandal in Belgravia”
This episode isn’t just great television—it’s an entire mood. Irene Adler struts in, wrapped in power, wit, and a bedsheet, and Sherlock doesn’t know what hit him. The case is layered, sexy, political, and loaded with emotional undercurrents.
It’s smart without being smug, romantic without being soft, and utterly cinematic. The pacing is masterful, the dialogue crackles, and the whole “I AM SHERLOCKED” twist? Iconic. The chemistry between Irene and Sherlock is fire—intellectual and sexual tension on steroids.
This is the episode that made us realize Sherlock could be more than just clever—it could be art.
Rating: 5/5 stars
Episode 2: “The Hounds of Baskerville”
This one takes a bit to get going. It leans into horror, with foggy moors, genetic experiments, and trauma-induced hallucinations. A bold shift in tone, but it pays off.
The biggest win here is psychological: Sherlock experiences fear, and it throws him completely off his game. Watching him spiral is fascinating. But it’s not quite as tight or stylish as the rest of the season.
Still, it’s a worthy update to the original novella and does some solid character work.
Rating: 4/5 stars
Episode 3: “The Reichenbach Fall”
If you were on Tumblr in 2012, you remember the chaos this episode caused. Sherlock “dies,” Moriarty self-destructs, and the entire fandom combusts.
This is the Sherlock/Moriarty showdown we were promised—and it delivers. The stakes are emotional, not just intellectual. Sherlock isn’t trying to win a case; he’s trying to protect the people he loves, and it damn near breaks him.
The ending? Heartbreaking. And haunting. And it left us hanging for two years.
Rating: 5/5 stars
Season 3 – The Meta Season
Episode 1: “The Empty Hearse”
This is the fan service episode—and I say that affectionately. It’s a tribute to the fandom’s obsession with figuring out how Sherlock survived, and it gives us multiple cheeky explanations.
There’s a real warmth here. The focus shifts slightly from crime-solving to character repair—Sherlock’s return, John’s betrayal, and their very complicated bromance. It’s not as tight as past episodes, but it’s deeply satisfying.
Rating: 4/5 stars
Episode 2: “The Sign of Three”
Watson’s wedding episode. Structurally wild—basically one long best man speech intercut with cases and emotional backstory. There’s charm, humor, and a genuinely touching core.
Enter Mary. And here’s where it gets tricky. She’s… fine? But her arrival tilts the show in a new direction that doesn’t always land. Still, Sherlock’s emotional growth is on full display, and there’s a sweet sadness to it all.
Rating: 3.5/5 stars
Episode 3: “His Last Vow”
Now we’re back in business. Charles Augustus Magnussen (creepy lizard man that he is) makes for a chilling villain. The stakes are personal again, and the twists keep coming.
Mary’s dark past is revealed. Sherlock shoots a man in cold blood. The whole thing is high-stakes and emotionally charged. It’s brutal, brilliant, and sets up the next chapter in a big way.
Rating: 4/5 stars
Bonus Episode – A Gothic Detour
“The Abominable Bride”
Victorian fanfic come to life. Visually stunning, gorgeously atmospheric, and filled with callbacks to Doyle’s canon. But narratively? It’s… a lot.
It’s fun, sure. But it’s also kind of a detour that doesn’t fully pay off. Half dream, half meta, it gets a bit tangled in itself. Still, worth watching for the vibes alone.
Rating: 3.5/5 stars
Season 4 – The Descent Into Madness (In a Good Way?)
Episode 1: “The Six Thatchers”
A strong start that loses steam. Mary’s past comes back to haunt her (again), and her death dominates the episode. Her sacrifice is meant to feel noble, but it also feels… forced?
The emotional fallout is huge, but the plot feels like a holding pattern. Like it’s biding time until the next big twist.
Rating: 3/5 stars
Episode 2: “The Lying Detective”
This episode is a full-on fever dream. Sherlock is off his rocker (and off the drugs), the villain is horrifying, and the editing is absolute chaos—in a good way.
The themes of trust, addiction, and truth hit hard. It’s visceral and disturbing and cathartic. You have to pay attention, or you’ll miss something wild. The ending ties up a few nagging threads from earlier seasons.
Rating: 4/5 stars
Episode 3: “The Final Problem”
Sherlock’s sister Eurus shows up and basically drags the entire Holmes family through psychological hell. The whole episode is like a locked-room mystery written by M. Night Shyamalan during a caffeine bender.
A lot of it takes place in a creepy Victorian sanitarium, which can drag. But thematically? It’s heavy. It’s about trauma, repressed memories, forgiveness, and rewriting the past.
The final scenes are powerful. Holmes and Watson rebuilding their lives. Mycroft emotionally exposed. Eurus quietly broken. It feels like an ending… but not a final one.
Rating: 4/5 stars
Final Thoughts: Is It Really Over?
The last episode wrapped things up in a way that felt final… but not finished. There’s space for more. There’s need for more.
I want Baker Street back. I want Sherlock and Watson together again—evolved, older, wearier maybe—but with that Season 1 spark. I want to see Watson as a dad and Sherlock navigating whatever new version of reality he’s constructed post-Mary, post-Moriarty, post-mind-palace-therapy.
Sherlock was never just a detective show. It was a love letter to logic, chaos, and the mystery of being human. And if the writers want to pick that letter back up again someday? I’ll be waiting, deerstalker in hand.
We attended a CE5 event in Berryville, Arkansas to see firsthand what happens when a group gathers with the intention of making contact. Part meditation circle, part UFO watch, and part social experiment, the evening produced some interesting experiences and raised a few questions about the nature of contact itself.
If you’ve ever been to a CE5 event, you know the vibe. It’s not “we’re hunting aliens.” It’s more “we’re raising the room’s frequency, asking the sky politely, and hoping something answers.”
The facilitator’s approach was gentle. Very love-and-connection focused. That worked for the newbies and for the people who need a safe container to open up. Sarah actually liked that part. It felt sweet, grounded, and human.
I’m not built for the soft opening credits. I’m already plugged into the ether before my shoes are off. I don’t need the warmup. And I definitely don’t want anything touching me. Consent-only paranormal. Always.
We started inside with a guided meditation in a circle. Not everybody “sees” visuals during meditation, so there was a lot of discussion about how people receive things differently. Some people feel. Some people see. Some people just get knocked sideways by an energy shift and spend the rest of the time wondering if their nervous system is glitching.
There was an energy shift.
A few people felt something move through the room, like a presence checking everyone in the circle. Sarah felt a distinct touch and immediately did the correct thing, which is basically “get off me” in shoulder-shake form.
There was also a heavy feeling near the door. That quiet “something is standing there” sensation. The kind that doesn’t need a spotlight to be obvious.
Then we went outside.
Skywatching, weird lights, and the red thing
Outside, we did more meditation and skywatching. There were planes, and you could tell they were planes because they sounded like planes and behaved like planes. Then there were other things. There were intermittent flashes. Brief. Sharp. Gone before you can make your brain cooperate.
And there was the red hovering thing.
A hovering red light that had multiple people tracking it. At one point, a smaller group of us started walking toward it across an open field, which is objectively how you end up as a Dateline special. It hovered. It held. Then it drifted off and disappeared.
There were also reports of military jets overhead, which stood out because that isn’t normal for that area at that time of night. Planes had sound. The hovering thing didn’t.
You could feel the difference. And when you’ve lived near bases, and you know what jets look and sound like at night, you don’t confuse that with a silent hovering light. The contact event itself stayed pretty gentle.
What got intense was everything it stirred up around it.
The conversation slid from aliens into memory gaps, sleep paralysis, astral projection, and that familiar question that always shows up at the worst possible time: what the hell is consciousness anyway?
We talked about missing time from a teenage night near Rocketdyne, a big light in the sky, and the weird blank space after it. About how multiple people remember the light but not the in-between. About how curiosity is sometimes the exact thing that gets you into trouble.
We ended up circling an old thread I forgot existed.
Sarah remembered a “greaser” type figure from my teen years. A presence, an invisible friend, a guide, a whatever-the-hell-it-was. I didn’t remember him at all until she described him, and my brain went cold and clicked.
Then I remembered dreams. Pegged black pants, leather jacket, the Outsiders vibe. A sense of familiarity so strong it feels like emotional fraud. And the creepiest detail: eyes flashing green, then red.
If that sounds like a spirit guide, a thoughtform, an old astral ally, a trauma-born protector, or a straight-up glitch in the simulation… welcome to the episode. One of the things we kept circling back to is how different people react to the same invisible world.
I lean in. Always have.
As a kid, I heard the pacing in the kitchen, stared into the dark like “who are you and what do you want?” and treated it like research.
Sarah got hit with the physical realism. The bearded man. The dead cat she could feel purring until she remembered it was dead. The Ouija board chaos in a house where the vibe already felt wrong. That kind of thing doesn’t make you curious. It makes you build a brick wall and set it on fire.
So when we go to something like a contact event, we’re not starting from the same nervous system.
That matters.
It doesn’t make one of us “more open” or “more blocked.” It means our bodies learned different safety rules. The takeaway: The Berryville contact night was a good experience. Gentle. Weird in the right ways. Interesting without turning into chaos.
But the real story isn’t “did we see aliens?”
It’s this:
When you intentionally open the door, even a crack, you don’t always get what you asked for. Sometimes you get the sky. Sometimes you get your own timeline. Sometimes you get the ghost of a boy you forgot you ever knew, tapping the glass from the inside like, hey… remember me?
If you’re interested in contact experiences and UFO phenomena, you may also enjoy my article on the Hopkinsville Goblins encounter and the strange patterns that continue to appear throughout UFO research.
(From the NVus Alien Podcast Archive. This interview is from 2007. Re-edited and Revised.)
The Betty and Barney Hill Abduction Case
The Betty and Barney Hill abduction remains one of the most influential UFO cases in history. In this interview, Kathleen Marden, Betty Hill’s niece and author of several books on the case, discusses the evidence, hypnosis records, and the questions that continue to surround the famous encounter.
Kathleen Marden is introduced. Author of Captured: The Betty and Barney Hill UFO Experience. But more importantly, she’s Betty Hill’s niece. Not an outsider looking in. Someone who was there from the beginning. Heather points that out immediately. That this isn’t just another UFO book. It’s written from inside the story. And what makes it different is that Kathleen didn’t go in trying to prove anything. She went in trying to figure out if it was real.
Kathleen explains that clearly.
She says she started with a specific question. Did this actually happen, or did Barney absorb Betty’s dreams and build a narrative from them? She talks about her background in social science and education. That objectivity mattered to her. That she wanted to test the idea, not just believe it.
So she transcribed the hypnosis tapes. All of them. Hours of material with psychiatrist Benjamin Simon, who was a skeptic. Then she compared everything. Betty’s dreams. Betty’s hypnosis sessions. Barney’s hypnosis sessions.
Line by line.
What she says she found is where things shift. The details matched in ways they shouldn’t have. Not just general themes. Specific sequences. Information that wasn’t in Betty’s dreams but showed up in both of their hypnosis accounts. She says that, based on that analysis, she believes they were abducted.
She also explains that the book doesn’t just argue that point. It lays everything out. The problems with hypnosis. The issues with dream recall. The physical evidence. Including the chemical testing of Betty’s dress, which she says we’ll get into later.
She brings up Stanton Friedman at this point. A physicist and well-known ufologist. She asked him to join the project after she’d already started writing. Not for validation, but for scrutiny. To vet the work and strengthen the scientific side.
Heather responds to that by pointing out one of the strongest parts of the book. The timeline. Not just the encounter itself, but what happened before and after. How it affected their lives. Then she asks Kathleen to walk through the actual incident.
Kathleen starts in September 1961. Betty and Barney Hill are coming back from a trip to Niagara Falls and Montreal. They planned to stay overnight but decide to drive through.
Barney feels fine. He’s used to working nights. They keep going. They’re driving through New Hampshire when Betty notices something in the sky. At first, it looks like a bright star. Maybe a satellite. But it’s moving strangely. It appears to rise upward next to the moon. She keeps watching it as they drive. It gets closer. Larger. More defined. Eventually, she convinces Barney to stop the car.
They pull over near Franconia Notch. A known tourist area. Betty looks through binoculars first. She sees a craft moving across the face of the moon, flashing multicolored lights.
Barney takes the binoculars next.
At that point, the object shifts direction. It turns and descends rapidly toward them. Silent. No conventional lights. He doesn’t believe in UFOs. He keeps trying to explain it away. They get back in the car and continue driving. The craft follows them. Moving along the mountains. Sometimes above. Sometimes in front. Dropping vertically. Moving in a kind of stair-step pattern.
Kathleen describes it like something bouncing on an elastic band. Forward, back, forward again. They reach the Old Man of the Mountain landmark. The craft positions itself near the rock formation. At that point, it’s massive. Nearly twice the size of the stone profile.
They stop again. Watch it. It appears cigar-shaped at that moment. Then they keep driving.
As they move through the notch, the object continues tracking them. Eventually, they reach a more populated area. Motels. Cabins. A nature center. They feel a sense of relief. They decide to stop again. But before they can, the craft shoots ahead of them and positions itself directly over the road. Barney has to stop the car.
He grabs the binoculars. He also has a pistol. He gets out. The craft shifts into a nearby field. Now it’s only about 100 feet above them. It’s no longer rotating. There’s a double row of windows across the front.
Betty stays in the car. Dome light on. Watching for traffic. Barney walks toward the craft. He looks through the binoculars and sees figures inside. Between nine and eleven. Standing behind the windows. Looking down at him. Then something changes. All but one of the figures move away from the window. They go to a panel at the back of the corridor. Their arms are moving like they’re operating something.
The craft tilts toward Barney. He sees structures extending from the sides. Red. Something drops from the bottom. The one figure still at the window frightens him. Deeply. He describes it as reminding him of a German military officer. The precision. The control. The feeling of being watched.
He wants to grab his gun. He can’t move.
He wants to lower the binoculars. He can’t.
Then suddenly he can.
He runs back to the car, screaming to Betty that they’re going to be captured.
This part, Kathleen says, is fully within their conscious memory. They never forgot it. Barney gets back in the car. The craft moves above them again. He takes off. He tells Betty to roll down the window and look up. She does. Instead of seeing the craft or the sky, she sees nothing. Just blackness. Then they hear it. A series of buzzing or beeping sounds. Hitting the trunk of the car. Vibrating through the vehicle. Through their bodies.
Betty wonders if they’re about to be electrocuted. They’re not. But something happens. Their conscious memory starts to break. Barney loses it first. Betty holds onto fragments a little longer. She remembers seeing familiar landmarks about eight miles down the road. They stop talking. She remembers taking a left turn off the main highway. Then there’s another gap.
About 35 miles later, they both see a glowing object in the road ahead. Then another series of beeping sounds. And suddenly they’re back. Aware. Talking again. They drive home. But the timeline doesn’t make sense. They expected to arrive around 2 AM. Instead, it’s already approaching dawn. When they get home, everything feels wrong.
They immediately act like they’ve been contaminated. They shower. Thoroughly. They don’t bring their luggage inside. Betty throws out all the food in the car. Their watches have stopped working. Betty’s dress is damaged. Torn at the zipper. Torn along the lining. The hem is ripped. Barney’s shoes are scuffed. His shoulder hurts. They go to sleep.
When they wake up, the unease is still there. Heather calls it out directly. That instinctual reaction. The purge. The sense that something had invaded them.
Kathleen agrees.
Then the aftermath starts. Barney wants to forget it. Says nothing good will come from talking about it. Betty can’t let it go. She calls Kathleen’s mother. Kathleen overhears the entire conversation as a kid, sitting in the dining room.
Her mother contacts a neighbor who’s a physicist. He suggests testing the car with a compass. Betty goes outside. Finds bright circular spots on the trunk that weren’t there before. Shiny. Polished-looking. When she holds the compass over them, the needle spins wildly. She shows it to a tenant. Barney sees it too. They report it.
Eventually, it reaches the Air Force. Project Blue Book gets involved. Barney gives a detailed account, but leaves out the beings. He’s afraid of being labeled unstable. Then the dreams begin. About two weeks later, Betty starts having them. Not ordinary dreams. Nightmares. Structured. Repetitive. They include the abduction.
She writes them down. Doesn’t tell Barney directly. Later, during hypnosis, everything comes back in a different way. This is where Kathleen’s work really centers. She explains how the hypnosis sessions were conducted separately. With amnesia imposed afterward so neither of them knew what they’d said.
And yet their accounts match. In detail. In sequence. In ways that contradict Betty’s dreams. Different number of beings. Different actions. Different emotional responses. In the hypnosis accounts, they’re terrified. Fighting. Resisting. Being physically taken. Barney feels himself dragged. Shoes hitting rocks. Betty remembers being forced onto the craft.
They’re separated. Examined. The beings are not human-looking. Not like the figures in Betty’s dreams. Hairless. Large eyes. Slit mouths. No external ears. Thin noses. They communicate with a kind of humming or mumbling sound.
hey examine their bodies. Teeth. Spine. Reproductive organs. There’s a needle used on Betty. She reacts with intense distress. During hypnosis, she’s crying, screaming. Dr. Simon has to stop the session.
Heather points out how raw those tapes are. That the emotional intensity alone suggests something real happened. Kathleen agrees. Even says the tapes she’s played publicly are toned down compared to the originals. Dr. Simon himself is conflicted. He tries to explain it as dream contamination. But he can’t fully reconcile how their accounts align so precisely. In the end, he admits he can’t disprove it. Then the story shifts again.
Public exposure.
Barney never wanted it out. He had a reputation. Civil rights work. Community leadership. A life that could be damaged by this. But in 1965, a reporter leaks the story. It runs in a Boston newspaper for five consecutive nights. It explodes. They’re overwhelmed. Media everywhere. They literally have to leave their home to get away from it. Eventually, they speak publicly. That leads to The Interrupted Journey. Then the movie adaptation.
And finally, Heather brings it back to the physical evidence.
The dress.
Betty notices a pink powder on it. Shakes it off, but stains remain. Years later, it’s analyzed. Multiple tests. No clear duplication of the staining effect. Then a deeper analysis by chemist Phyllis Budinger. She finds biological material. Protein. Natural oils that didn’t come from Betty. A bacterium that shouldn’t be there from simple storage. Her conclusion is blunt. The evidence supports Betty’s account.
And that’s where the conversation ends.
Stories like the Betty and Barney Hill abduction continue to influence how experiencers understand contact events today. For a modern perspective, read my interview with Alison Hartman about her lifelong ET experiences.
Rush Arkansas Ghost Town sits within the Buffalo National River area and remains one of the most fascinating abandoned towns in the Ozarks. Once a booming zinc mining community, Rush grew rapidly before fading into history, leaving behind stories, ruins, and reminders of Arkansas’s mining past.
Rush is the only ghost town between the Mississippi River and the Rocky Mountains. It sits inside the Buffalo National River Park outside of Yellville, Arkansas. That sounds dramatic. The truth is quieter.
In the 1880s, prospectors flooded the Ozarks chasing rumors of lost silver mines buried in Native lore. They found metallic flakes in the rock and convinced themselves they had struck silver. They built a town around that belief. Tents went up. Wagons rolled in. Men arrived ready to get rich.
In 1886, a smelter was built. In January of the following year, during a test run, green zinc oxide fumes rolled out and crushed the silver fantasy. It was not silver. It was zinc.
Most men walked away. George Chase did not. He bought the claim and formed the Morning Star Mine. By the 1890s, it became the largest mining operation in Arkansas. Seventeen other mines joined the hills. Lucky Dutchman. Dixie Girl. Monte Cristo. Red Cloud. Zinc took over.
Rush grew fast. Workers poured in. They lived in tent cities nicknamed Rag Town. Sewage was an issue. Typhoid was a fear. Labor was brutal. Cave-ins were common. Men hauled ore by wagon over rough roads to Summit or Buffalo City to ship it to Joplin for smelting. Lung disease followed the work. Typhoid pneumonia lingered in the camps.
By 1916 more than 5,000 people lived there. Hotels, barbers, a pool, a general store, and a post office sprang up. At the 1892 Chicago World Fair the Morning Star Mine won a blue ribbon for a 13,000 pound chunk of zinc oxide. It did it again at the 1904 St. Louis World Fair. Arkansas zinc was having a moment.
After World War I, zinc prices collapsed. By World War II the Morning Star shut down. The mills were dismantled for salvage. Families packed up. The post office closed in the 1950s. In 1972 Rush was officially declared a ghost town and folded into the Buffalo National River system.
The Hicks property once held ten acres, a livery, a hotel, a general store, and the only stone building in town. The hotel burned in the 1950s. The store ran until the early 1940s and later became a residence. Today only the fieldstone retaining wall, a staircase, and remnants remain. The site has been digitally reconstructed by the Historic American Landscape Survey and an ESRI Story Map. On paper it still stands proud.
In person, it is mostly quiet wood and stone.
Getting to Rush
Rush is remote in a way that humbles small towns. I live in a place with 2,000 people, a Walmart, a McDonald’s, fiber internet, and reliable cell service. Rush makes that look metropolitan.
It sits sixteen miles outside Yellville, which itself barely blinks on the map. After you leave Yellville, the world narrows. Houses thin out. Farmland gives way to forest. The road twists and drops into green hills.
Cell service disappears completely. Not a bar. Not a flicker. Bring water, snacks, and common sense. The roads are rough in places with dirt and gravel patches that feel like they belong to an off-road trail.
Rush sits inside the national forest. Seeing the ruins means hiking. Wear real shoes. Expect steep, craggy inclines. The path to the Morning Star Mine opening is short on paper and long in your calves.
You will first pass a couple of old wooden houses behind wire fencing. They are the familiar internet ruins. Drive a little farther, and you reach the main site. A small parking area. Informational displays. Steps that climb toward the Morning Star Mill ruins. A looping trail that circles through the remains of the town.
Halfway through, a side trail climbs toward the mine. At the top sits a ventilation hole that many mistake for the entrance. Walk farther, and you find the actual opening sealed with metal slats because the mine is caved in. A second entrance sits beyond it, also sealed, but close enough to feel the mountain’s cracked skin under your fingers.
Another mile down the road stands the stone foundation of the McIntosh Mill. The masonry still holds its shape with stubborn dignity. Farther still lies Rush Landing on the Buffalo River, where you can swim or kayak and hike toward other mine foundations and sinkholes.
It is a beautiful place. It feels untouched by spectacle.
Experiencing Rush
I went with my mom, my sister, and my boyfriend. We hiked the trails, climbed to the mine openings, circled the ruins, and then I did what I always do. I asked everyone what they felt.
The answer was simple. Nothing.
No heavy air. No agitation. No prickling skin. Just quiet.
It felt neutral. Peaceful. Visually stunning, but energetically still. That surprised all of us. Mining towns usually hum with residue. Accidents, hardship, greed, ambition, death. The ground often remembers.
Rush does not seem to cling.
We talked through theories. Maybe the people here had different intentions. Maybe the companies were more straightforward business operations than cutthroat ventures. Maybe when the money dried up, the town simply exhaled and moved on.
My sister pointed out that in many haunted places, something unresolved lingers. Injustice. Suffering. Sudden tragedy that leaves energy behind. Her,e it felt like people left because work ended. They took their lives and their stories with them.
Even the mine openings felt calm. Rubble scattered the mountainside from old blasting, but the earth did not feel wounded. Plants and trees grew over the scars. Nature reclaimed the slopes without drama.
The only subtle impression any of us sensed leaned older than the mining town. More connected to the land itself than to the white settlers who carved into it.
When I got home, I looked up the metaphysical properties of zinc. It is considered a transformational stone. It is said to help with sudden change and to banish grief. It is associated with miners and geologists. Make of that what you will.
The Contrast: Brunckow’s Cabin
I expected Rush to feel like Brunckow’s Cabin outside Tombstone, Arizona. That place is a different story.
Frederick Brunckow developed a silver mine there in the late 1800s. Between 1860 and 1890, twenty-one people were killed in or near the cabin. Most were buried on site. It earned the title of the bloodiest cabin in Arizona history.
Getting there requires a brutal trek across desert terrain, including private property, rocky washes, and a creek crossing. Investigators often get physically ill in the wash before reaching the cabin. Nausea. Sudden weakness. A strong urge to turn back.
Shadows move near the ruins. Voices echo. Rocks fly. The air feels thick and hostile. I have returned multiple times with different groups, and the activity repeats. It is consistent. It is heavy.
Rush felt nothing like that.
My Take
In nearly thirty years of investigating, I have walked through many abandoned places. Most carry some imprint of what happened there. Rush feels resolved.
The ruins sit in the Ozark hills near the Buffalo River, where baptisms once took place. The sky was blue the day we visited. The wind moved gently through the trees. Sunlight filtered over stone and rusted metal.
Even near the mine openings where explosions once cracked the mountain, the energy felt calm. Broken stone lay scattered, but the land did not feel angry.
Rush feels like a chapter that closed cleanly. A town built around zinc. A boom that faded. People who left when the work ended. Nature that stepped in and covered the rest.
It is beautiful. It is quiet. It is not haunted.
And somehow that makes it even more interesting.
If you enjoy forgotten places and Ozark history, you may also enjoy my article on the strange encounters, folklore, and high strangeness stories that continue to emerge throughout the Arkansas Ozarks.
The haunted Vermont farmhouse at the center of this story wasn’t just rumored to be haunted. According to witnesses, it became the site of poltergeist activity, unexplained photographs, missing time, shadow figures, and a growing sense that something unseen occupied the property.
Like many investigators, Paul didn’t start out looking for the paranormal.
The paranormal found him.
What began as strange childhood events in a Vermont farmhouse slowly unfolded into a long series of eerie encounters involving unexplained shadows, missing time during sleep, mysterious photographs, EVP recordings, and something investigators often describe as a “zone of fear.”
In this conversation, Paul shares the experiences that led him down the paranormal path and the evidence that still makes him question what might actually exist beyond the normal world.
Paul grew up in Holland, Vermont, and says his first real encounter with the unexplained happened when he was in fourth grade. At the time he and his friend Justin were just kids watching paranormal shows like Ghost Hunters. The idea of ghosts was more entertainment than reality.mThat changed when Justin’s family farmhouse suddenly became the center of strange activity.
Looking back now, Paul says he wishes they had documented what happened. At the time, they were just kids trying to make sense of something that felt impossible. Even today, he admits the story sounds unbelievable when he tells it. But the experiences were real. And they stuck with him.
Some of the most unsettling events happened during sleepovers in Justin’s bedroom. One night, three of them fell asleep on a futon placed against the wall beneath a window. When they woke up the next morning, all three were in completely different positions than where they had fallen asleep.
Paul had started the night on the edge of the bed. When he woke up, he was now at the window. Justin had somehow ended up half on the floor and partially under the futon. Justin later remembered waking up half inside his closet. None of them remembered moving. And none of them remembered anyone getting up during the night.
For that to happen normally, someone would have had to:
• throw off the blankets
• crawl past the other two people
• step over them in the dark
• and somehow reposition everyone without waking anyone up
None of them recalls anything like that happening. To this day, none of them can explain it.
Another night in the farmhouse produced something even stranger. Paul and Justin looked out the bedroom window and saw a shadow figure outside. The shape was unusual and didn’t resemble anything they could replicate later. Even more confusing was the lighting. They couldn’t determine what could have been casting the shadow, or where the light source could have come from.
Justin also remembers an incident involving an orange juice container that appeared to suddenly explode or fly across the room and hit the wall. Paul wasn’t present for that particular moment, but it’s one of the memories Justin still talks about. Before the farmhouse events, Paul had already experienced smaller moments that he now looks back on differently.
When he was about seven years old, several deaths in his family happened close together. His grandfather died in 1994. Within 24 hours in June of 1995, he lost another grandfather and an uncle. That was the first time he truly understood death.
Around that same time, something strange happened one night in his childhood bedroom. He woke up in complete darkness and tried to leave the room. But he could not find the doorknob. He searched the wall and door over and over again, feeling for it, but it simply wasn’t there. Eventually, his mother opened the door.
She told him the doorknob had been only a few inches away from where he had been reaching the entire time. But for reasons he still can’t explain, he couldn’t locate it. Another strange detail from that house involved the attic. Some nights, he thought he could hear voices coming from above, almost like people laughing and talking.
Later, he wondered if it could have been the television in another part of the house. But at the time, the voices sounded like people gathered together, almost like a group playing cards or talking. Years later, in 2007, Paul and his band visited an abandoned church to take photos for fun. That night, they heard what sounded like a woman screaming in the distance, almost like someone being attacked. They dismissed it at the time because animals can sometimes produce similar sounds.
But the location would become important later.
In 2011, Paul returned to the same area with friends while exploring local haunted locations. When they stepped out of the vehicle near the abandoned church, something immediately felt wrong. Paul suddenly felt overwhelming nausea, strong enough that he thought he might throw up. One friend heard what sounded like a growl.Another thought he heard chains dragging against the church wall.
All three of them experienced an intense wave of fear at the same time. They quickly returned to the vehicle and left the area. The moment they drove away, the feeling disappeared. Paul describes it as stepping into what investigators sometimes call a “zone of fear.” Something about that specific location triggered a powerful physical reaction. Interestingly, Paul says he has visited the site about seven times, but that experience only happened once.
The road near the abandoned church has its own folklore. One story involves a male hitchhiker ghost that people claim to see walking along the road. Another nearby legend involves a woman in whitewho appears along Marble Street in West Rutland. According to one witness, an older man named Frank saw a glowing woman in a veil standing by the road. He offered her a ride. She entered the car. Then vanished.
Stories like that appear across the country, but the Vermont case follows the same pattern that many investigators recognize.
The hitchhiker gets in the vehicle. And disappears moments later.
The event that truly pushed Paul into paranormal investigation happened on October 28, 2011.
While exploring a cemetery with friends, Paul felt something strange to his left. He asked his friend to take a photo. When they looked at the image, something unusual appeared beside him. The photograph shows Paul’s shoulder and arm. Next to him appears to be a floating form. Some people suggested it could be cigarette smoke.
Paul says that the explanation doesn’t fit.
He was smoking at the time, but the smoke in the image looks completely different from the shape beside him.
To him, the form looks like a female figure floating vertically, almost as if it were demonstrating it could move in ways a human body cannot.
When the image is zoomed and rotated, Paul believes he can see:
• hair
• a face
• a gown
• and possibly a raised hand
Five months later, Paul and his friends returned to the cemetery to see if anything else would happen. They recorded audio while taking photos. At one point, Paul thought he heard a voice whisper:
“What is that?”
The voice seemed to be reacting to the equipment they were holding. He had a voice recorder. His friend had a camera. As if whatever was present had never seen those objects before. Later, they took more photos. One image appeared to show particles or condensation forming unusual shapes in the air.
Another photograph captured something that looked eerily similar to the raised hand from the original image. To Paul, the shape looks like the same hand appearing again, but more clearly formed. Looking at the photos together, we discussed what the shapes might represent.
To Paul, the original image looks like a floating female spirit raising its hand. To me, the shapes in the photo resemble something else entirely. Almost like a creature on all fours, possibly with wings. That raises a fascinating possibility that appears in many paranormal cases.
Multiple witnesses can observe the same phenomenon. But each person perceives it differently. Some investigators believe these entities might not have a fixed form at all. Instead, they may appear differently depending on the person experiencing them. Which raises the bigger question.
Are these beings physical?
Or are they something more like energy that our minds interpret into shapes we recognize?
Reports of poltergeist activity and unexplained encounters aren’t limited to Vermont. You may also enjoy my investigation into the Hopkinsville Goblins encounter and the strange events that continue to puzzle researchers decades later.
I have walked the murder site, recorded every psychic hit in real time, and chased every lead that crossed my path. I have read court documents, sifted through old news clippings, and replayed the Estes sessions until the voices felt like they were speaking straight into my bones.
The West Memphis Three story is more than a murder investigation. It is a portrait of small-town fear, a study in how a community can build a monster out of kids in black shirts while the real killer stands in plain sight. It is a reminder that justice can be buried for decades under rumor, panic, and willful blindness.
Along the way I have shared my own connection to this case: the parallels to my teenage years, the psychic impressions that came fast and hard, the unsettling sense that the land itself still remembers. I have traced every step from the night of the murders through the trials, the false confessions, the decades of appeals, and the long fight for freedom.
We will start with the current events and then move through the details of the case, including a full timeline, before diving into the psychic investigation and my own conclusions.
A Chronicle of the DNA Testing So Far
Before the current round of testing began in 2025, the case had already gone through several key forensic updates that reshaped the narrative.
2007: First Major DNA Review In 2007 the evidence from the original investigation was retested using more advanced mitochondrial DNA methods. The results were striking. A hair found in one of the shoelace knots used to bind Michael Moore was not a match for Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, or Jessie Misskelley. Instead it was consistent with the mitochondrial DNA of Terry Hobbs, the stepfather of victim Stevie Branch. Another hair recovered near the scene matched the profile of David Jacoby, a friend of Hobbs who was reportedly with him the night the boys disappeared. These findings ruled out all three teenagers and placed attention on people close to the victims.
2011: Plea Deal and Release Despite the new DNA evidence, Arkansas prosecutors did not reopen the case. In August 2011 the West Memphis Three entered Alford pleas, maintaining their innocence while acknowledging that the state had enough evidence to convict, and were released after eighteen years in prison. The hair evidence remained untested beyond the initial 2007 work.
2024: Supreme Court Ruling for New Testing Efforts to revisit the forensic evidence continued. On April 18, 2024, the Arkansas Supreme Court ruled that new DNA testing could move forward on a broader set of crime scene items, including the ligatures, clothing, and additional hair samples. This decision overturned previous denials and set the stage for a fresh look at the evidence with the latest technology.
2025: Preparing for the Next Phase In August 2025 a judge authorized the new round of testing, ordering that the shoelaces, ligature hairs, and other critical items be sent to modern forensic labs for analysis. This testing is now underway and represents the most comprehensive examination of the physical evidence since the murders.
These steps from the 2007 retesting to the 2011 Alford pleas, the 2024 Supreme Court decision, and the 2025 court order form the backbone of the forensic record to date. They show a clear shift away from the original suspects and open the door for the newest DNA work to either confirm or challenge everything we thought we knew about the case.
Arkansas Supreme Court Clears New DNA Testing in West Memphis Three Case
After three decades of legal quiet, a judge in Crittenden County, Arkansas, gave the green light on August 1, 2025, to dig into the “mysterious box of evidence” in the West Memphis Three case. That means the shoelaces used to bind the three murdered boys are getting re-tested with modern DNA tech specifically M-Vac, which vacuums skin cells from fibers.
“We appreciate the (Arkansas Supreme Court) giving this ruling and hope we can now once and for all solve this case, clear our names and find the person responsible for carrying out these horrendous crimes,” Echols said in a statement. “This is monumental.”
Dan Stidham Finally Spills in His New Book
The former defense attorney for Jessie Misskelley Jr. has finally dropped his tell-all A Harvest of Innocenceand it lands like a punch to the gut.
This is not a dry recap of the West Memphis Three case. Stidham has been sitting on information he says he could not share in the past because it might have put people in danger. Now he is a judge and free to speak. The book opens with a blunt line: “The killer is alive today. I am sure of it.”
The book covers the toll the case took on him personally. He writes about years of nightmares, anxiety, and public hostility. He revisits the 2007 partial DNA match to Terry Hobbs, stepfather of one of the victims. That lead was never pursued to formal charges.
Stidham believes new M-Vac technology could finally pull genetic material from the original items in the case. He calls this the best opportunity in decades to identify the real killer or clear the lingering suspicion around the convicted men.
For Stidham, the process of writing A Harvest of Innocence was also an act of release. After finishing the book, he says it was the first time in decades he could sleep through the night.
The Murders in Robin Hood Hills.
This is a rewritten chapter from my book Eerie Arkansas.
In 1993, three teenagers from West Memphis were accused and later convicted of killing three eight-year-old boys in what police called a satanic ritual. The accusation was unsubstantiated. The evidence was weak. The convictions eventually collapsed.
On May 5, 1993, Michael Moore, Steve Branch, and Christopher Byers were reported missing around 7 p.m. by John Mark Byers, Christopher’s adoptive father. Search teams focused on the Robin Hood Hills area, where the boys had last been seen. The next afternoon, parole officer Steve Jones spotted a single black shoe floating in a muddy creek. Minutes later, the bodies were found naked, hogtied with their own shoelaces, and their clothing tangled in branches. Two pairs of underwear were never recovered.
Police initially said the boys had been beaten and sexually assaulted based on injuries to Christopher Byers. The other two victims had no genital injuries. Autopsies showed Moore and Branch drowned, while Byers died from multiple injuries.
From Left to Right: Stevie Branch, Michael Moore and Christopher Byers
The Victim
Steve Edward Branch Eight years old, blond hair, 4’2″, 64 pounds. An honor student who lived with his mother, Pam, and stepfather, Terry Hobbs, one of the last people to see the boys alive. Last seen in a white T-shirt and blue jeans, riding a black-and-white bicycle.
James Michael Moore Eight years old, 4’5″, 55 pounds, brown hair. Considered the leader of the trio. Known for wearing his Boy Scout uniform everywhere. Lived with his parents, Todd and Dana, and his older sister. Last seen in full uniform, riding his green bike.
Christopher Michael Byers Eight years old, light brown hair, 4’0″, 55 pounds. Believed in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Lived with his mother, Melissa, and adoptive father, John Mark Byers. Last seen in a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and dark shoes. He was on foot.
Damien Echols 1993
Jason Baldwin 1993
Jessie Misskelley Jr. 1993
The Accused
Damien Echols Eighteen, self-proclaimed Wiccan, with a record for vandalism, burglary, and shoplifting. Wore black clothing, listened to heavy metal, and read Stephen King novels. His probation officer believed he led a local satanic cult. Echols had dropped out of school, spent time in a mental institution, and was living with his parents in a trailer park.
Jason Baldwin Sixteen, good student, gifted artist encouraged to study graphic design. Minor trouble with the law, mostly with Echols. Lived in the Lakeshore neighborhood.
Jessie Misskelley Jr. Seventeen, low IQ, quick temper, poor school performance. Not close friends with Echols and Baldwin but knew them. Known for starting fights. Dropped out of high school and lived in Highland Trailer Park.
The Timeline
May 5, 1993: The Day the Three Boys Go Missing
2:55 p.m.: School ends at Weaver Elementary. 3:01 p.m.: Michael Moore walks home and meets his sister, Dawn. 3:08 p.m.: Steve Branch walks home with his mom and his sister, Amanda. 3:11 p.m.: Christopher Byers is supposed to be home. 3:18 p.m.: Michael changes into his Boy Scout uniform. 3:28 p.m.: Michael goes to Steve’s house to play. 3:33 p.m.: Steve and Michael leave on their bikes. 3:44 p.m.: Christopher goes to Steve’s house and watches The Muppet Show with Amanda. 3:51 p.m.: Michael and Steve play in the southeast part of the neighborhood. 4:02 p.m.: Christopher goes to look for Michael and Steve. 4:07 p.m.: The three boys meet on South McCauley. 4:18 p.m.: The boys are seen in Jamie Clark Ballard’s backyard. 4:30 p.m.: The boys are seen on Barton Street with another neighborhood boy. 4:31 p.m.: Christopher heads home and climbs in through a window. 4:32 p.m.: Narleen Hollingsworth almost hits two boys with her car. 4:36 p.m.: Michael goes home to look for Christopher. 4:43 p.m.: Michael and Christopher are seen on Wilson, playing. 4:48 p.m.: Steve arrives home late. He was due at 4:30 p.m. 4:55 p.m.: Michael goes to Tray’s house. 5:03 p.m.: Christopher skateboards with his neighbor, Lakeisha. 5:10 p.m.: Steve is likely at home. 5:14 p.m.: Michael is on Holiday Drive with the fourth boy from earlier. 5:20 p.m.: Christopher is picked up by his father and taken home. 5:30 p.m.: Christopher is punished and told to clean the carport. 5:36 p.m.: Michael is seen playing near the woods. 5:43 p.m.: Michael and the fourth boy talk to Alan Bailey Jr. 5:50 p.m.: Michael goes to find Christopher. 5:56 p.m.: Michael and Steve find each other on Wilson. 6:00 p.m.: The boys are seen on Fourteenth Street, headed toward Goodwin. 6:02 p.m.: Christopher and Bobby Posey walk to Carlos’s house. 6:07 p.m.: Michael and Steve play near the entrance to the woods. 6:11 p.m.: Christopher goes to Carlos’s and learns everyone is on Goodwin. 6:17 p.m.: Christopher heads toward Goodwin to find his friends. 6:20 p.m.: Dana Moore sees all three boys together. 6:22 p.m.: All three boys are in Devil’s Den. 6:30 p.m.: The boys cross the pipe bridge. 8:00 p.m.: John Mark Byers calls police to report his son missing. 8:30 p.m.: Byers searches the woods for the boys. 9:00 p.m.: Dana Moore and Pam Hobbs call police to report the boys missing. Between 9:30 and 10:00 p.m.: Narleen Hollingsworth tells police she saw Damien Echols and another boy near the Blue Beacon, on the edge of Robin Hood Hills.
Crime Scene at Robin Wood Hills. Note the red flags.
The Murder
May 6, 1993
From 1:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m.: Medical examiner Dr. Frank Peretti later says the murders likely took place during this window.
May 6, 1993
6:00 a.m.: Chief Inspector Gary Gitchell announces the boys are missing and that search efforts will continue. 1:45 p.m.: Officers find a body in Robin Hood Hills. Three bodies are recovered. 4:00 p.m.: The coroner arrives and declares all three boys dead. They were in a ditch about 150 yards from the Blue Beacon Truck Wash under about two and a half feet of water.
The Autopsies
Trigger Warning: The original wording is clinical and graphic. This is a condensed summary. It still describes injuries. So, if you are sensitive to this kind of content then skp this part and move on to the rest of the article.
Christopher Michael Byers
Cause of death: multiple injuries. Manner of death: homicide. Carbamazepine was present in his system, a drug used for epilepsy, nerve pain, and bipolar disorder. No blood or semen was found in his mouth or anus.
Byers’s body arrived nude. His hands were bound to his feet in a hogtie with shoelaces. Right wrist to right ankle with a black lace. Left wrist to left ankle with a white lace. His head was blood-soiled. His body had dried mud, leaves, and debris.
He had scrapes and bruises on the right ear. Abrasions on the right eyebrow, left eyelid, left ear, nose, and lips. Bite marks on both cheeks. A laceration on the top left scalp with soft tissue hemorrhage. Multiple fractures at the base of the skull.
His anal orifice was dilated. The penis, scrotum, and testes were missing. There were abrasions and contusions on both buttocks. Bruising on both legs and parts of the lower back. Wrists and ankles showed yellowed bruising from bindings.
Cause of death: multiple injuries with drowning. Manner of death: homicide. No drugs were present. Head blood-soiled. Dried mud and debris on the body. Wrists bound to ankles in a hogtie with black shoelaces.
There were scrapes on the nose. Swollen contusions on the left cheek and lips. An egg-shaped swollen bruise with smaller lacerations on the front right side of the head. Another egg-shaped bruise behind the right ear. Smaller scratches on the lower face and jaw. Multiple bite wounds on the tip of the tongue.
He had multiple skull fractures. The right side of the brain was swollen from hemorrhage. Scratches and bruising on the right neck, shoulder, and chest. Scratches on the left neck and left abdomen.
The penis had no injuries. The anal orifice was dilated, with no internal injury found. The scrotum and testes were intact with no injuries. An egg-shaped bruise was on the left knee. Purple bruising marked ankles and wrists from bindings. Scrapes and abrasions were on the back and buttocks.
There was evidence of drowning. About two milliliters of water in the sinus cavity. Hemorrhaging in the throat and chest. Lungs were swollen with frothy fluid.
Cause of death: multiple injuries with drowning. Manner of death: homicide. No drugs were present. Body covered in leaves, mud, and debris. Blond hair with blood in it. Genitals were intact. Body arrived nude. Hands were bound to feet in a hogtie. Right wrist to right ankle with a black lace. Left wrist to left ankle with a white lace.
There were scratches and abrasions on the right ear, over the right eye, and down the right cheek. Lips and gums were bruised and swollen. A dome-shaped cut was on the left eyebrow with scrapes and bruises down the side of the face.
A large swollen abrasion with overlying scratches was on the left scalp. Fractures were at the neck and base of the skull, radiating from the left side. Scratches were found on the chest and lower left leg.
The lungs were swollen and filled with a bloody, frothy liquid. The sinuses held a bloody water-like fluid. Wrists and ankles were swollen and yellowed from bindings. No sperm or sexual fluid was present on the body or in any orifice.
Juvenile officer Steve Jones and Lieutenant Sudbury question Damien Echols about the deaths. They take no notes.
May 8, 1993
Detective Bill Durham and Investigator Shane Griffith question Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin. Both say they have never heard of the murdered children.
May 10, 1993
Lieutenant Sudbury and Detective Bryn Ridge interview Damien Echols without a lawyer. He takes a polygraph. According to Ridge’s notes, Durham reported that Damien was untruthful and that the polygraph indicated involvement.
May 12, 1993
Police interview Pam Echols. She says Damien was at home the night of the murders, on the phone with two girls from school.
May 19, 1993
Vicki Hutchinson, a neighbor of Jessie Misskelley, claims she went with Echols and Misskelley to an esbat in Marion, Arkansas. She says Echols drove. She describes ten other people dressed in black with faces and arms painted black. She claims the gathering turned sexual. She says Echols drove her home afterward.
May 27, 1993
Police interview Vicki Hutchinson again. She says Echols and Misskelley are involved in cult activity. Her son, Aaron, tells police he often played in Robin Hood Hills with the murdered boys. He claims to have seen five boys in the woods singing to the Devil and doing adult sexual acts.
June 2, 1993
Hutchinson takes a polygraph. Police say she is truthful.
June 3, 1993
Police interview Jessie Misskelley under false pretenses. They mention a $35,000 reward for information. Misskelley denies involvement in the murders and denies ritual activity. After hours of harsh questioning, he changes his story. He begins to tell police what they want to hear. His account has major errors, including stating the murders happened during the day when they happened in the evening. Police steer him to match case details, then record his confession. Original transcript: https://www.dpdlaw.com/jessie-misskelley-jr-confession/
June 3, 1993, 9:00 p.m.
Police obtain search warrants for the homes of Damien, Jason, and Jessie.
June 3, 1993, 10:30 p.m.
Damien, Jason, and Jessie are arrested and charged with three counts of capital murder.
Satanic Panic
The Satanic Panic was not a brief moral flare-up. It was a sustained campaign of fear, amplified by television, talk shows, and police training seminars. It criminalized people based on aesthetic, religion, and rumor, and it created investigative standards built on suggestion instead of fact.
Between the early 1980s and the mid-1990s, thousands of claims of “satanic ritual abuse” were investigated across North America. Most were unfounded. The structure was always the same: a child’s story, coaxed or implanted through suggestive therapy, was treated as absolute proof. Accusations became convictions in the court of public opinion long before a trial began.
Alright, folks, buckle up for a wild ride through the twisted origins of Satanic Panic and its unsettling resurrection in today’s world. In Part 1, we’re dissecting the hysteria that gripped the 80s and how it’s managed to slither its way into the present day through QAnon, the Trump presidency, and beyond.
In 1980, Michelle Remembers was published. Michelle Smith and her psychiatrist, Dr. Lawrence Pazder, claimed she had been abused by a satanic cult as a child. These memories were “recovered” through extensive regression therapy sessions.
The accounts were dramatic. Human sacrifice. Murder of infants. Rituals involving the Pope. The book was a bestseller. Pazder and Smith toured the country and appeared on major talk shows. They presented their case as fact and positioned themselves as experts in identifying and combating ritual abuse. Pazder went on to advise police departments and consult on investigations.
Later fact-checking found no evidence to support any of the book’s claims. Dates did not match documented events. People named in the book were proven to be elsewhere at the time. No physical evidence connected to any described ritual was ever produced. The book is now regarded as fictional, but at the time it was treated as a manual.
Barbara Snow
Barbara Snow, a therapist in Utah, adopted a similar approach. She conducted interviews with children in which initial denials were met with repeated questioning, leading prompts, and positive reinforcement when the child gave a story that matched her expectations. Over time, children produced increasingly elaborate accounts involving witches, blood rituals, and sexual abuse.
These statements were not spontaneous disclosures. They were products of repeated, guided sessions in which the interviewer had already decided what the “truth” would be. The resulting “testimony” entered legal cases as if it were factual eyewitness evidence.
Grab your favorite beverage and settle in as we journey back to the wild and paranoid days of the 1980s Satanic Panic. We’re talking over 12,000 cases of alleged satanic sexual ritual abuse—completely unsubstantiated, of course. The McMartin trial? Oh, you bet we’re diving into that circus.
The McMartin Preschool case began in 1983 when a mother reported her son was being abused by a teacher. The physical symptom cited was difficulty with bowel movements. Medical examinations found no physical signs of abuse. The mother was later diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.
Despite the lack of physical evidence, the accusation led to one of the most expensive and longest criminal trials in U.S. history. Over 350 children were interviewed. Many alleged acts included underground tunnels, animal sacrifice, and trips in hot air balloons to undisclosed locations for ritual abuse. Actor Chuck Norris was named in some accounts as a participant.
Only 41 children testified. The interview techniques used by investigators were later discredited for being highly suggestive. In recorded sessions, children appeared confused, contradicted themselves, and at times seemed to be guessing at answers to please the adults questioning them.
The trial lasted seven years and cost $15 million. It ended with no convictions. All charges were dropped.
From Satanic Panic to QAnon
The themes of the Satanic Panic did not disappear. They adapted. Allegations of secret cabals abusing children migrated from preschool basements to online forums. QAnon recycled familiar elements: hidden tunnels, elite figures engaging in ritual abuse, and a small group of “truth-tellers” claiming exclusive knowledge.
Instead of paperback memoirs and daytime talk shows, the new conspiracy culture uses social media platforms, livestreamed “testimony,” and influencer marketing. The pattern is the same.
Children are positioned as the ultimate victims.
The accused are described as powerful, unreachable figures.
Believers are told they are part of a select group who “see the truth.”
The structure fosters fear and reinforces a savior mentality in the audience.
The Trial
une 4, 1993
Authorities hold a press conference and announce they have arrested the killers. They say they are confident.
June 7, 1993
The three defendants are assigned lawyers.
June 9, 1993
Eight-year-old Aaron Hutchinson is interviewed. He says he saw the three boys being killed.
August 4, 1993
Pretrial hearing. Damien and Jason will be tried together. Jessie will be tried separately. Judge David Burnett rules that Jessie’s confession tape can be heard at all trials. All three will be tried as adults.
September 1993
The prosecution interviews families of the defendants and other witnesses under oath.
November 10, 1993
Judge Burnett schedules Jessie’s trial first in January. Damien and Jason will be tried in February.
November 17, 1993
Police hire divers to search the lake behind Damien and Jason’s trailer park. A nine-inch serrated blade is found behind Jason’s trailer.
December 30, 1993
The defense interviews the Hutchinsons’ neighbors. They say Aaron was playing in the trailer park the day of the murders. He was not near Robin Hood Hills. He could not have witnessed the killings.
January 18, 1994
Jury selection begins for Jessie’s trial.
January 26, 1994
John Mark Byers is interviewed about a knife that has blood from Christopher and himself on it.
February 5, 1994
Jessie Misskelley is convicted of one count of first-degree murder and two counts of second-degree murder. He is sentenced to forty years and sent to a facility in Pine Bluff, Arkansas.
February 17, 1994
Jessie is pressured to testify in Damien and Jason’s trial. He makes a statement under oath accusing them.
February 18, 1994
Jessie withdraws and decides he will not testify.
February 19, 1994
Jury selection begins for Damien and Jason’s trial.
The jury finds both guilty on three counts of capital murder.
March 21, 1994
Sentencing. Jason receives life in prison. Damien is sentenced to death, scheduled for May 5, 1994. Jason is sent to Pine Bluff. Damien is sent to death row in Arkansas.
May 1994
All three file appeals.
February 19, 1996
The Arkansas Supreme Court upholds Jessie’s conviction.
1996
The HBO documentary Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills premieres. The website wm3.org launches. A movement to free Damien, Jason, and Jessie begins.
December 23, 1996
The Arkansas Supreme Court upholds Damien and Jason’s convictions.
June 17, 1999
Judge Burnett denies Damien’s petition for a new trial.
December 1999
Damien marries Lorri Davis in a Buddhist ceremony in prison.
March 2000
Paradise Lost 2: Revelations premieres. The film raises questions about whether John Mark Byers could be the killer.
February 2001
Damien’s attorney files a petition for a writ of error coram nobis with the Arkansas Supreme Court, arguing Damien should not have been tried in 1994 due to his mental state.
April 2001
The Arkansas Supreme Court rules in Damien’s favor and sends the petition back to Judge Burnett for consideration.
2002
Devil’s Knot: The True Story of the West Memphis Three by Mara Leveritt is published.
October 2003
Vicki Hutchinson recants in an Arkansas Times interview. She says she lied. She says police told her she could lose her son if she did not give them satanic stories about Damien, Jason, and Jessie.
2007
DNA evidence is tested. No DNA from Damien, Jason, or Jessie is found on items from the crime scene. A hair found in a shoelace knot is consistent with Terry Hobbs.
July 2008
Evidence shows the jury foreman in Damien and Jason’s trial discussed the case with an attorney before deliberations and pushed for conviction.
September 10, 2008
Judge Burnett denies a new trial, saying the DNA evidence is inconclusive.
November 4, 2010
Based on the DNA record, the Arkansas Supreme Court orders the lower court to grant a new trial or exonerate the defendants.
August 19, 2011
Damien, Jason, and Jessie are released from prison under an Alford Plea. They maintain innocence while acknowledging the state had enough evidence to take the case to a jury.
2012
The documentary West of Memphis premieres.
In the years since their release, the case has stayed alive through a steady stream of appeals, legal motions, and Freedom of Information requests aimed at overturning their convictions outright. Damien Echols has been the most public, writing books about his time on death row, touring for speaking engagements, and continuing to push for new DNA testing on remaining evidence. Jason Baldwin co-founded an organization dedicated to wrongful conviction cases and has kept a lower profile, focusing on advocacy work. Jessie Misskelley has largely withdrawn from public view, occasionally giving interviews but living quietly in Arkansas. Despite continued legal efforts, no court has vacated their convictions, and the Alford Plea remains in place. For supporters, the fight has shifted from freeing them to clearing their names entirely.
Ready for a deep dive into one of the most infamous and heartbreaking cases of wrongful accusation? This episode unpacks the story of the West Memphis Three—teenagers from West Memphis, Arkansas, who were wrongfully accused of killing three boys in a so-called ritualistic murder.
I Got Art Class. They Got Prison.Why This Case Haunts Me.
This part of the blog post is based off of the podcast above.
I live in Arkansas but I’m from Southern California.. I’m gonna give a little bit of background about me and why this case is very personal. Then I’m going to get the psychic and paranormal. Cuz that’s what I do…
Putting together the podcast and writing about this had been hard for me. I have researched this case so much. Not just for my podcast but also for my book: Eerie Arkansas.
When I did the podcast, I sat on the information for two months because I’m like, how do I incorporate the psychic part of me into this without fucking up this case? I think this case is really important to talk about and from a completely different angle and not just about who did it.
I am the same age as Damien Echols. I think we’re a few months apart. I’m born in February of 1974, and he was born in December of 1974. We come from the same GenX mold and the same kind of shitty background. This is something that chills me to this day. We were not the same but we were similar enough for it to wonder what my life would have been like if I weren’t somewhat protected by own misguided choices.
The murders happened in May 1993. I had just graduated high school in June of 1992. I’d had a really hard time with high school. I don’t understand why people say that high school is, ” the best years of your life.” Fuck right off with that. High school was a major fucking problem for me.
I was super highly creative, but I was also a goth kid slash punk kid. I dyed my hair a lot of different colors. I was definitely an outsider.
I went to a remedial school for a really long time because I didn’t do well in regular high school. This was my choice. I was called into the principal’s office one time for my big mouth and choice in black clothing. I told him that I wanted out of his stupid school and to send me somewhere else. He put me in the remedial high school as punishment.
But I felt really comfortable there because I was with all these people that just didn’t quite fit in. And I’m like, finally, I fit in somewhere.
I had a history teacher who was allegedly wealthy, and he lived up on a hill. He had a disease where he couldn’t be out in sunlight very long. We called him our vampire teacher, and he was so cool. He had relics from his travels in glass cases. Not fake stuff. Real things he had procured himself. The windows in his 1980s trailer classroom were adorned with fake stained glass to keep the light out. It helped fuel the vampire narrative to the point that a lot of kids thought he was immortal.
Every week on a certain day—I forget what it was, it was a Thursday or Friday, I can’t remember—but he would let one person from the class bring in music that they liked. And then everybody would listen to that music that day. Me and my friends would make mix tapes of all punk and goth music and annoy everyone in the classroom with it.
The same teacher asked us one year what we wanted to do as an additional project. We all decided that we wanted to do a haunted house for Halloween. He let us make a haunted house in the showers of the gymnasium. He let us pick out themes and concepts for each room. We had a costume contest. My friend and I won first place for our costumes that year. We dressed up as vampires in renaissance costumes.
I had an art class with a really chill teacher. I found a six-foot-long old mirror and I wanted to make a giant Ouija board from it.
My art teacher asked, “Have you ever etched?”
And I’m like, “No, I don’t know how to etch.”
She was like, “You’re gonna learn how to etch. I’ll buy the etching stuff and I’ll bring it here, but you have to follow the directions and figure out how to do it.”
I’m like, “No problem.”
She’s said, “And you have to learn how to stencil in order to do this.”
I’m like, “Okay.”
I took it as a fun challenge and worked on it for weeks. I had to hand-do all of the letters and the numbers and made a stencil for this giant six-foot Ouija board. I had to learn how to etch. But I was happy because I was being creative and fueling my passion for the paranormal.
The OUIJA board DID work btw.
I took it to one of my friend’s houses and we put it on her coffee table. There were four or five us that used the board almost every day after school. We used a whisky glass as a planchette. It worked a little bit too well and I think one of the members got rid of it. I’m not sure though. I put it out of my mind.
But my point is this: If I had not had that kind of acceptance where I was allowed to be me and do my crazy ass projects, I probably would’ve gone the way of Damien Echols and Jason Baldwin. I probably would’ve been in and out of jail. I probably would’ve been vandalizing and stealing things.
I was doing a lot of drinking that I probably shouldn’t have been doing. My parents weren’t around. I started going to clubs at 14 and I had a fake ID. There was a lot of Boone’s Farm and hiding out in the woods behind my house. Drinking too much and not caring about the consequences.
I had a lot of traumas, and I numbed myself as much as I could. I came from a bad home situation. It could have been a whole lot worse if I had been in a place like West Memphis, where they did not cater to my out-of-the-box thought process and my strangeness.
The Kids They Were, The Kid I Was
Jason Baldwin and Damien Echols were best friends. Seventeen and eighteen. Always together. Trading books, music, and inside jokes about how much Arkansas sucked when you were a weird kid in a small town. They were into Stephen King. Into Metallica. Into anything that felt like an escape hatch from where they were born.
They weren’t angels. They did small-town stupid stuff—shoplifting, vandalism, skipping school. The kind of crap you do when you’re restless and broke. Damien had already dropped out. Jason was still in school but spent most of his time at Damien’s trailer or dragging Damien back to his house. Jesse Misskelley was more of an acquaintance. A kid they knew from the neighborhood, the way you know someone you pass in the hall. “Hey, what’s up?” and then you keep moving. He wasn’t in their inner circle.
Damien called himself Wiccan. He read Aleister Crowley. He studied witchcraft the way teenagers’ study anything forbidden, obsessively, theatrically, not always responsibly. He thought it was cool. He was curious. He was experimenting.
What sticks out to me, looking back, is that all three of them were poor. Their parents were absent, working long hours or drowning in their own problems. They didn’t have the scaffolding that keeps kids grounded. And when you grow up without support, you make your own culture, sometimes with books and music, sometimes with trouble.
Damien was smart. Brilliant, really. But he was depressed. Diagnosed with mood swings, hallucinations, grandiosity. He even spent time in a mental institution. To me, that grandiosity reads like a shield. When you’ve got nothing, you inflate yourself to survive. Later in life, after prison, Damien became articulate, cultured, and unshakably grounded. But in 1993, he was just a poor goth kid in a trailer park with a pregnant girlfriend and no safety net. That’s what made him dangerous not to society, but to the cops. He fit the story they wanted to tell.
And this is where I can’t separate them from me.
I wasn’t into Metallica. And I never called myself a witch. But my best friend did. She was Wiccan, or at least said she was, and she was the one who helped me use the six-foot Ouija board I built in art class. Spirit communication fascinated me. I didn’t think of it as “the occult arts,” but that’s exactly what it was. I wanted to talk to the other side. I wanted proof there was more.
What I did do was wear black. Every day. And that was enough.
At my first high school, the clothes were basically an arrest warrant. I wore a dog collar once and got hauled to the principal’s office like I’d brought a gun. I was called gross. A whore. Too weird to exist. At a party, a football player spit in my face because he said I didn’t belong there. Weeks later, he asked me out. That was the pattern. Public humiliation, private desire. The jocks and the popular guys mocked me where everyone could see it. Then turned around and tried to date me or sleep with me when no one was looking.
It was relentless. And it could’ve crushed me if I hadn’t found my way into that remedial school. That place saved me. It gave me art, freedom, and weirdos who understood. It gave me permission to be who I was without spitting in my face for it. Without that, I could’ve been Damien. Or Jason. Or Jesse.
The difference between me and them wasn’t character. It was geography. And a hail mary.
It started as a simple drive to Kentucky and turned into a full-on paranormal GPS snafu. What should’ve been a straight shot became endless loops around West Memphis, the car stalling, directions flipping, something unseen tugging us back.
Interview with Stephanie [Transcript]
We’re gonna talk about what happened to us during our trip to Kentucky. We’re going to Kentucky or Tennessee. I don’t even know anymore. We stayed on the Kentucky side, but a lot of what we did was in Tennessee.
So what happened?
Stephanie: We were on our way to Tennessee, Kentucky, and we had met up in Little Rock at a friend’s house, and I got in with you and your son, and when you’re driving from Little Rock to Tennessee or like Kentucky, where we were going, you take I 40. Then you turn north at Beth Memphis. So, you never go into Tennessee.
You actually go up through Missouri and into Kentucky, and once we got to that loop that takes you north, got stuck and couldn’t get out of that area that you missed it How many times? Three or four times I think we went and we had to turn around and go back. And then you missed it again. Then we had to turn around.
Heather: Yes, like GPS was not being my friend either. It kept taking me around in a circle and it was a very weird circle just up and over bridges.
Stephanie: And we finally got north, but we were on an access road or something and we were trying to get back on the interstate and your car died like on the highway. I forgot about that.
Heather: At that point it was like, what the hell is going on? Why can’t we get out of this area? Why can’t we leave? It was very weird. And the GPS was being weird and I was missing things or the GPS was saying the wrong thing or it was turning off, or one time I just missed the turn. But it was because it was being so confusing.
It was saying, go left, and then it was saying, go right, and I was like, which way am I going? I don’t know. I was so confused. But it turns out we were within a mile of the murder site the whole time. I think you were talking about something was trying to get your attention at that point too. Yes. I remember when I do psychic stuff, I don’t really go into a trance, but it’s like that.
I get pulled, I don’t know how to explain it, but I was getting pulled and I was like, what the hell is going on right now? It was trying to make itself known.
We were within a mile. We were like just circling it. Like the kill site was even the middle of the, where the I 40 was. So, we were literally going around it in a circle.
Stephanie: the whole area is really weird ’cause I’ve been through there three times in the last few years and every time I go through there, there’s something weird that happens or like my stomach gets all messed up. Temperament of people in the car changes. There’s something really strange about that area.
I don’t know if it’s the energy from that or if it’s something else
Heather: Didn’t you say you stayed at the Holiday Inn Express right in West Memphis.
Stephanie: We’ve stayed at the hotel because that’s where my husband gets points for work and I just remember that one being weird.
It was like a new construction, but it was already a rundown and there was like cigarette stains in the elevators. I remember thinking, this is so weird. Why is this so bad? Why is this so run down? When they’re advertising that it’s a new hotel, it’s just like a weird feeling with everything around there
I don’t know if they were oil field workers or some sort of, a bunch of guys that did manual labor kind of population of the hotel. There was a lot of work trucks and things like that, so it wasn’t like a family friendly, just happy go lucky kind of hotel.
Heather: The hotel we stayed at was part of the Wyndham ’cause I. do the same thing for the points. Like they’re usually pretty clean and nice. It was just like, whoa, where the hell are we? It felt very rundown. The same thing you were saying, we were in no smoking room and there were like holes in the bed and stuff and then they were renovating, which is weird too. On the days that were there, the taking mirrors and stuff out of the room.
Stephanie: On the days that were there, the taking mirrors and stuff out of the room. The minute that I got there I was like, Ugh. Like my stomach dropped and I just couldn’t get outta that mood and I was really grumpy for the rest of the trip. To be honest, the next day we were being nitpicky with each other, like I was feeling very insecure and I hated everything and everybody, I think that’s how my husband was when we stayed there.
’cause the night before we had gone over the river into Memphis and had dinner. My high schooler at the time was throwing a fit, whining about wanting to get home because he was tired of being with the family and he needed a break. And my husband just got pissed off and he was pissed off the entire time and the next morning we got to a huge fight about something.
I don’t even know what it was about, but he was so pissed that he didn’t even stop through Arkansas. We were going to stop and like dig for crystals or to find like a diamond fleece or something to dig and he just kept going straight through. We were driving back from Florida, so we had gone from like Florida to Georgia to Nashville, like this huge trip.
No problems until we got to West Memphis. There’s something weird about the energy there.
On-Site Psychic Impressions
I went to the murder site with my recorder on and let the energy speak. What follows is not a recap. It’s the word-for-word transcript of my psychic impressions in real time, exactly as I said them at the scene.
“Since I’ve come into the town and I’ve been feeling a little off and a little weird. Really weird energy here. I’ve been avoiding going to the site even though that’s why we came here. I’m usually just the opposite of this. Usually, I look forward to go to these kinds of sites. This one is really bothering me though, and I don’t know why.
I just wanna say, this is a, allegedly. This is what I got. This doesn’t mean that it’s gospel. It doesn’t mean that I’m telling the truth. It doesn’t mean anything really. Check out the case. Make sure you do all of your research.
Don’t take this as what happened. This is my psychic impression of it based on me standing there where it happened. Something about somebody’s left knee. Somebody who was bringing the kids here had something wrong with their left knee. They had some kind of issue with the left side of their body, like they had some kind of injury.
They were walking the kids and there was something about some kind of pain. The person that did it either was in sports or they had some kind of injury. Injury, like football injury or something where they were there tackled or they were thrown down on the ground and they had some kind of surgery or they had something having to do with their left knee.
There was two people that brought the kids. It wasn’t just one person, it was two people. The kids were alive when they got here because I see them being walked here either by gunpoint or something because Lacerations. Knife. Knife point, maybe. Knife point. I think they were. Walked from over there because I see three kids and two people, so there’s five people total.
It’s dark though. It’s like almost dark or it’s like dark of night. The other thing that I’m seeing is that they were spanked or they were like beaten. It started out as a punishment. We have a punishment that goes bad where the one kid gets punished and then the other kids, because they’re already trained for this kind of stuff, stand back and all three of them are really afraid of whoever this person is.
There is one person that did the beating and the other person, I don’t know why they’re there, but they are and they’re just going along with it because that’s what they do. We have one major angry person. He has something having to do with the military. He’s got some kind of military background because he goes into this rage and he can’t get out of it and it has something to do with some kind of trauma or some kind of background with with the military, he feels very out of control.
So there’s this like very angry person and then there’s a second person. I wanna say he’s Mexican or he has darker skin, or he has dark black hair. I
I don’t think he intended on killing the kids though. That’s what I’m getting confused about. There was intent because they were left tied up. Why would you walk three kids this way to the river, to this creek? Because it’s secluded. I don’t think the intent was to kill though. What I’m seeing is they were beaten somewhere else at somebody else’s house.
They go from somebody else’s house to here and he walks the kids here and that secondary person is just following along and drinking and he’s high as fuck and he’s sure, whatever you wanna do, dude, let’s do it. These fucking kids are in my way kind of thing. But he doesn’t really care. The kids are freaked out because they’ve already been beaten.
Three of ’em got beat for it and he takes them into this area. This was all wooded area, by the way. It’s not wooded anymore. The I 40 was already here. But it probably wasn’t developed as much as it was or wasn’t. The kids are freaked out. They don’t know what they’re gonna do. He’s done this before with them.
This is not the first time. This is not the first time he’s taken them here before. Same kids. This time it just went bad. This is a father figure. These are older gentlemen, I’m gonna say they’re in their twenties, late twenties, early thirties.
One of them again, football or an injury, like a high school injury or something to the left knee. ’cause as soon as I said that my knee stopped hurting. Then the other one, military, something about a butcher or some one of them. Worked. I keep seeing a butcher like a pig, or somebody who worked with knives knew how to filet.
Maybe it’s just that they went fishing a lot or something. I don’t know. There’s something about being able to filet things. It was like a hunting knife is what I’m seeing.
All I see is one of the kids getting stabbed or fighting. There’s like something about being. Stabbed or fighting back then they’re being held down. I think they were beaten until they were, they passed out and then left and then they were thrown into the river and just left.
I know that two of the kids drowned. I know that for sure. The other kids died from fighting back though from, and that was stab. One of them was stabbed. I feel a stabbing blood, like a loss of consciousness and hitting the ground. The hog tying came because it was an old thing that this person had done before to animals or so there’s gotta be hunting or something like that to leave one of the legs left out.
That’s, there’s something about hunting because it was all on instinct. After that. We have to get rid of the bodies. We have to do it. I don’t know why he took off the clothes of the kids again, the river. It’s a secluded, okay, 93. This is a secluded area. There’s not many people coming out here. This river, it had just rained upstream somewhere of this creek.
The water’s gonna rise and wash everything down the river down into the Mississippi and then out somewhere else. That’s what they were hoping. There’s one kid that gets killed. So now the other two have to go because they’re witnesses. We go into full, uh, autopilot. This is what we do with animals. This is what we’re gonna do with kids because he doesn’t see the kids as human.
He sees them as the words that are coming up, sorry, is pieces of shit. They’re just stupid pieces of shit. And we’re glad to get rid of them because they just fucking bother me all the time. They’re always in my fucking space. They never listen. They deserve this because the stupid fucking little kids are always getting in trouble.
The beating at the house wasn’t enough and they’re not learning their lesson. So this is what has to be done. There’s this sense of just pure calculation that I’m getting.
I don’t see it being a mom issue. I do see the moms knowing that there’s abuse happening and turning a blind eye, not wanting to deal with it.
Whoever did this has a record. Whoever did this has abuse in their past. Whoever did this is abusing other people around them. This is not the first time, and I bet you anything, I a hundred percent bet you he’s killed before it was too easy. Maybe he’s just killed animals, but he’s killed. He’s killed and it’s easy for him.
He doesn’t even think about it. It’s almost like he goes into a rage and it just happens afterwards. He, he shouldn’t have made me go there. Look what you made me do. Total victim. What you mean? I keep coming this way and I could see them walking. I can see them walking. I can see them taking the kids. The kids are afraid.
The kids are trying to talk to each other. They know they’re gonna get in trouble. They’ve done this before. There’s some kind of sexual thing to this. It’s not because he’s into boys and it’s not because sexual gratification, it’s a power thing. He’s very rough in bed. He’s very much about power in bed.
So either he has rape fantasies or he is into like strangling or he’s into auto asphyxiation, or he’s into smacking people around. Or he could be into anal, but like without lube, like dominance control kind of situation. But to that point where it’s not fun anymore, like where he likes to hit doing sex, the energy is still here.
Closing Thoughts
I mention the Estes Sessions. They are in the podcast episode above if you want to hear them.
After everything I have read, heard, and felt, here is where I land.
This part of the story is my opinion. It is not proof. It is not a verdict. When I put all the pieces together, the names from the Estes session, the psychic hits at the site, and the repeated mentions of hair all point in one direction.
Terry Hobbs.
During my other psychic impressions I kept saying “hair.” In the Estes Sessions, I said the names Michael, Mark, John, and Mark Byers. Later I learned that a hair linked to Terry Hobbs was found in the evidence. Jackie, a name that surfaced in the Estes session, turned out to be his father. Hobbs had a military background and worked as a butcher. He fits the details I saw: the rage, the precision, the familiarity with knives, the energy of someone who has killed before. When I let the visions play out, it felt like I was seeing through his eyes.
I believe his wife knew and looked away. I believe Mark Byers suspected. I believe the police had a sense and chose not to act. In my view, the town found it easier to blame three kids in black shirts than to face a predator in their own neighborhood.
This is only my take. I cannot prove it. Maybe you will read the same articles, listen to the same tapes, and see someone else. But after months of research and that night standing in the dark where the boys died, I am ninety percent sure he was involved.
The West Memphis authorities have resisted new DNA testing. Evidence sits unexamined while the official story stays convenient. From the beginning it was simpler to call it Satanic Panic than to admit that the real killer lived down the street.
That is the part of this case that will not let go. People can be cruel. Systems can choose the easy lie. And justice can stall for decades while everyone pretends it is over.
That is where I will leave it. My experience. My vision. My opinion. Take it, question it, follow your own instincts.
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