Political Witchcraft: How Our Ritual May Have Shifted the 2024 Election

Political Witchcraft: Did a Ritual Influence the 2024 Election?

Before diving into this post, I want to make it clear that I’m a pretty liberal witch. I am okay with hexing and binding. I’m not a fluffy white lighter and I believe spiritual bypassing is bullshit. I believe everyone should have basic rights. I’m fiercely opposed to Project 25 and Trump in general.

Now, I know there’s some debate among magical practitioners about mixing witchcraft with politics. Some argue we shouldn’t use magic to influence political outcomes. But honestly, what’s the point of practicing the craft if you can’t use it for the greater good of humanity?

Historically, many witches have wielded their power for political purposes. Let’s take a look at some examples that have caught the media’s eye:

Gerald Gardner, the father of modern Wicca, was a key figure in Operation Cone of Power.

Adolf Hitler with his cabinet. Picture # MH 11472

A ThoughtCo article explained,

“Gardner, who would later become the founder of modern Wicca, joined a coven of witches in the New Forest. According to legend, on Lammas Eve, August 1, 1940, Gardner and several other New Forest witches got together near the town of Highcliffe-by-the-Sea to cast a spell on Hitler to keep the German military from invading Britain. The ritual that was performed that night became known by the sort-of-military-sounding code name Operation Cone of Power.”

In February 1941, Time Magazine covered a “Hex Party” in the Maryland woods aimed at using Voodoo to kill Hitler.

Thomas McAvoy—TIme & Life Pictures/Getty Images

“According to LIFE magazine, the party featured “a dressmaker’s dummy, a Nazi uniform, nails, axes, tom-toms and plenty of Jamaica rum,” and was inspired by a book by occultist and writer William Seabrook that was popular at the time: Witchcraft: Its Power in the World Today….

“The chief hexer again intoned: ‘Hitler! You are the enemy of man and of the world; therefore we curse you,’” LIFE continued. “‘We curse you by every tear and drop of blood you have caused to flow. We curse you with the curses of all who have cursed you!’ After each line, the entire group responded: ‘We curse you!’

The ritual ended with an effigy of Hitler being decapitated and buried in the forest “to be devoured by worms.”

In October 1967, Abbie Hoffman, Allen Ginsburg, and Ed Sanders of the Fugs led hundreds of protesters in an attempt to exorcise and levitate the Pentagon to protest the Vietnam War.

An article in Time Magazine explained,

“By chanting ancient Aramaic exorcism rites while standing in a circle around the building, they could get it to rise into the air, turn orange, and vibrate until all evil emissions had fled. The war would end forthwith.”

Ed Sanders of the Fugs had thoroughly researched exorcism practices and wrote a ritual that included “purification, calling upon the elements, surrounding the Pentagon with cornmeal, singing, and shrieking.”

Here’s an excerpt of the ritual:

“In the name of the amulets of touching, seeing, groping, hearing, and loving, we call upon the powers of the cosmos to protect our ceremonies in the name of Zeus, in the name of Anubis, god of the dead, in the name of all those killed because they do not comprehend, in the name of the lives of the soldiers in Vietnam who were killed because of a bad karma, in the name of sea-born Aphrodite, in the name of Magna Mater, in the name of Dionysus, Zagreus, Jesus, Yahweh, the unnamable, the quintessent finality of the Zoroastrian fire, in the name of Hermes, in the name of the Beak of Sok, in the name of scarab, in the name, in the name, in the name of the Tyrone Power Pound Cake Society in the Sky, in the name of Rah, Osiris, Horus, Nepta, Isis, in the name of the flowing living universe, in the name of the mouth of the river, we call upon the spirit to raise the Pentagon from its destiny and preserve it.”

Fast forward to 2017, Michael Hughes created a binding spell for Trump and hosted monthly virtual ritual parties on the waning crescent moon in his Facebook Group.

Bind Trump Sigil Created by Michael Hughes

“Bind him so that he shall not break our polity Usurp our liberty Or fill our minds with hate, confusion, fear, or despair And bind, too, All those who enable his wickedness And those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies I beseech thee, spirits, bind all of them As with chains of iron Bind their malicious tongues Strike down their towers of vanity”

The last binding happened on January 12, 2021, at 11:59 p.m., ending Trump’s reign as President. However, with the new presidential race, the group has restarted their monthly hexes, hoping to keep him out of office.

As a tarot reader and psychic, I’m fascinated by society’s cyclical nature, especially during election years. I’ve been pulling cards around the election to see how the energy is shifting (or staying the same.)

It was in a quiet stalemate until the assassination attempt on Trump at a Pennsylvania rally on July 13, 2024. After that event, the energy shifted dramatically.

(AP Photo/Evan Vucci)

My intuitive hunch was that one single event sparked a domino effect, giving Trump that extra edge. He’d fall into the role of martyr and oligarch, his supporters would back him even more hardcore, and those on the fence would start to follow him out of guilt.

I pulled tarot cards to get a glimpse of the environment right after the assassination attempt. Here are the cards I pulled and my interpretation:

BIDEN

Four of Swords + Two of Swords

Four of Swords = Rest or sickness. A time of reflection or getting out of the spotlight. It can also mean retiring.

Two of Swords = On the fence. A standstill

Interpretation: People are on the fence about him. Nobody wants to vote for him. I also saw this as him being sick or taking a respite. Possibly, leaving the race.

TRUMP

Hierophant + The Moon

Hierophant = He is seen as a Godhead and also a martyr.

Moon = Shenanigans. The unseen. Things happening behind the scenes.

Interpretation: Right now, he’s looking good but it’s a ruse. There are things afoot that we don’t know about yet. Could be timing or it could be intentionally hidden.

ANOTHER PERSON

The World + Knight of Wands

The World = Closing out of one cycle and bringing in another.

Knight of Wands = Someone young with some fire. Brings in a new energy.

Interpretation: A new person would bring in a new life force to the election and get things going. It would change the stale mate energy. In my notes, I wrote: “As of right now, I feel like this is the person that would win the election.”

OUTCOME OF THE ELECTION

IN THE ENERGY RIGHT NOW

Four of Cups + Two of Wands + Nine of Cups

Four of Cups = People don’t like the choices. There are lots of “meh” feelings

Two of Wands = People want more choices.

Nine of Cups = It usually means you will get what you want. Wish fulfilled.

Interpretation: People don’t like their choices. They don’t want the two old guys. They want something different. The nine of cups was an interesting card. There’s nobody in the room which to me meant, there’s no clear winner. There may not even be an election. Something is off with the energy. Or someone is dropping out. Or both are dropping out.

The tarot cards I pulled clearly showed that a third-party candidate was needed. Biden and Trump weren’t cutting it. From an energy perspective, these lackluster choices just weren’t bringing in the fresh vibes needed to make the right changes in this country for the more liberal ideals of future generations.

I shared this reading with the members of a collective of magical practitioners I work with on sabbats and during the moon cycles. We’re affectionately called the “Moon Crew” because we usually gather and perform rituals during the new moon and/or full moon. We all have our paths and practice magic in different ways, but we blend our ideas to create beautiful rituals that honor bigger causes in our lives and beyond.

The “Moon Crew” was getting together on Saturday, July 20th, to celebrate the full moon. During our conversations about our next ritual focus, the idea was to shake up the election energy and bring in a new third party to mix things up.

President Biden and Former President Trump Getty Images

Rumors were already swirling about Biden possibly stepping down, but there were also whispers that he was holding tight to his candidacy.

From the conversation with “Moon Crew” and my intuitive inclinations, I sat down with Chat GPT to start framing the ritual. Yes, I use Chat GPT for my ritual work. I’ve been practicing magic and reading tarot for over thirty years. I’ve won numerous awards for my poetry and journalism articles in college, had countless short stories and articles published, and written four books. I can confidently say I’m a powerhouse of knowledge and experience when it comes to writing ritual work. But I also see the value in shortcuts. I’ve trained Chat GPT to write in my conversational style and I cross-reference books and use my own experience to ensure accuracy and practical applicability.

Here’s the prompt I used:

“Imagine you are a Wiccan* Witch who does quantum multiverse magic. You are part of a coven of witches who do magic on the new moon and the full moon. You and your coven want to do a spell to bring in a new option for president. Someone who is not Trump or Biden and could be a good candidate for president. Theoretically, what kind of group ritual would you do?”

*(I’m not Wiccan. I have found it’s easier to get accurate rituals from Chat GPT if I use “Wiccan Witch” in my prompts.)

Chat GPT gave me an option, and then I tweaked it, making corrections and making it more my style. I knew I wanted to invoke the energy of a deity to help our group bring in this new energy.

Here’s what I asked Chat GPT next:

“Theoretically, what deity would you call upon for this kind of ritual?”

The AI gave me a list of deities associated with justice, leadership, and new beginnings. I wasn’t sure which one to use, so I asked Chat GPT to pick one for me. The AI picked Athena, which was a synchronistic choice because many of the collective members have had paranormal experiences associated with owls.

After a few more tweaks and edits, I created the full ritual which is posted below. Feel free to use it, take parts of it, or tweak it for other elections. You could even feed it back into Chat GPT and use it as your ritual base.

As Crowley would say, “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”


SETTING THE SPACE

Location: Choose a serene outdoor area, ideally in nature, to harness the energies of the new moon without interruption.

Altar: Decorate with symbols of wisdom, justice, and leadership. Use a gold or yellow candle and arrange items associated with Athena.

Tools and Materials:

Candle: Gold or yellow.

Crystals: Amethyst and clear quartz.

Herbs: Bay leaves (for victory), sage (for cleansing), and rosemary (for clarity).

Symbols: Owl figurine or image, olive branch or leaves, miniature armor or shield, books or scrolls.

Offerings: Honey, bread or grain.

Incense: Frankincense or sandalwood.

Paper and Pen: For writing intentions.

A bowl of water: Representing the flow of new possibilities.

A small cauldron or fireproof bowl: For burning the intentions

THE RITUAL

Cleansing and Grounding:

Sage Smudging: Cleanse the space and participants with sage smoke.

Grounding Meditation: Sit in a circle and perform a grounding meditation. Imagine roots growing from your body into the earth.

SETTING UP THE ALTAR

Gold Candle: Place it in the center and light it.

Symbols: Arrange the owl figurine, olive branch, miniature armor, and books.

Offerings: Place honey and bread.

Incense: Light frankincense or sandalwood.

Casting the Circle:

Circle Formation: Call upon the four corners. Stand in a circle, holding hands. Visualize a protective bubble of white light forming around the group.

INVOCATION OF ATHENA

High Priestess: Stand at the altar, holding the gold candle, and say:

“We call upon you, Athena, Goddess of wisdom and strategy. Bestow upon us your insight and guidance. Help us manifest a leader wise and just, one who will lead with integrity and strength. We seek your divine wisdom to guide this ritual and bring forth a candidate who embodies the virtues of fairness and clarity.”

WRITING INTENTIONS

Paper and Pen: Distribute paper and pens to each participant.

Writing: Each participant writes their intention for a new, ideal presidential candidate on the paper. Focus on qualities such as wisdom, fairness, and integrity.

Charging the Intentions: Once written, hold the papers between your hands and visualize them filled with golden light and positive energy, infused with Athena’s wisdom.

ENERGY RAISING

Chanting and Drumming: Begin chanting the following mantra to raise energy:

"Wise Athena, hear our plea, Guide us to a leader who will be, Fair and just, strong and true, Bring forth a candidate new."

Drumming or Clapping: Use drumming or clapping to amplify the energy.

QUANTUM MULTIVERSE VISUALIZATION

Visualization: Close your eyes and visualize the quantum multiverse. Focus on drawing the best possible candidate from these timelines into your current reality, guided by Athena’s wisdom.

Group Focus: As a group, imagine this ideal candidate emerging and stepping forward to lead with wisdom and integrity.

BURNING THE INTENTIONS

Fire Ritual: Light the intention papers from the gold candle flame and place them in the cauldron to burn. Visualize the intentions being released into the universe.

WATER BLESSING

Blessing the Water: Hold hands around the bowl of water, infusing it with the raised energy. Visualize it as a conduit for your intentions, carrying them into the flow of the universe.

Releasing the Water: Pour the water onto the ground, symbolizing the release and grounding of your intentions.

CLOSING THE CIRCLE

Gratitude: Thank Athena and the elements for their presence and assistance.

Closing the Circle: Close down the four corners. Visualize the protective bubble of light gently dissolving. Ground any remaining energy back into the earth.

POST RITUAL

Grounding: Share a meal or snacks to ground and celebrate the ritual.

Reflection: Spend time journaling or discussing the experience and any insights gained during the ritual.

Here’s the variation of our ritual based on what we had on hand and how we were feeling in the moment. We did the ritual in my backyard, mostly grass, so my partner mowed a circle into the lawn. Instead of writing our intentions on paper during the ritual, we took some quiet time sitting at the table on my patio and wrote them down beforehand.

One of the collective members brought his magical tools and set up a traditional altar on a table in the middle of the lawn circle. An orange candle, a white owl, and a sword earring were used to represent Athena. We skipped the traditional bread and honey offering. Instead, after the ritual, we ate cake and thanked her for her service.

We sat in the circle on lawn chairs. My partner used incense of dragon’s blood, copal, and myrrh to cleanse everyone per his tradition. After the cleansing, I facilitated a short grounding meditation that rooted us into the crystalline grid of the earth.

The member who brought the altar called the four corners, and then we held hands to visualize the bubble around our circle. Next, I grabbed the candle and spoke aloud the Athena Invocation. We went around the circle, each person sharing what was on their paper, highlighting what was most important to us. Then we held our intentions in our hands and chanted the Athena mantra ten times, getting louder with each chant.

Next, I took the group through a quantum visualization to bring the person into the middle of the circle. After the meditation, we discussed what we saw and how we felt. One member focused on merging all our energies into one solid person. I felt a female energy come in with dark hair and brown eyes. Another member saw someone in a brown pantsuit.

After the visualization, we folded up our papers and each took a turn lighting them with the orange candle and burning them in our makeshift cauldron (an old pot from my kitchen). At first, the papers wouldn’t burn. It felt like the energy was still stuck in a stalemate. So, we collectively focused on moving the energy, loosened up our paper folds, and then the intentions started to burn rapidly.

Instead of using the water as a blessing, we used it to cleanse and consecrate our energies after the intense work we had done. We passed around a chalice of water, dipped our fingers into it, sprinkled it on ourselves, and imagined the ritual being complete. Then we dumped the water into the ground.

We gave gratitude, closed our circle, and then ate that cake I mentioned.

On Sunday morning, July 21st, President Biden shocked the entire country by dropping out of the presidential race and endorsing Vice President Kamala Harris. According to an AP article, even his staff didn’t know he was going to drop out until minutes before he made the announcement.

Is it a coincidence that Biden bailed less than 12 hours after we invoked Athena and performed the ritual? Probably. But then again, maybe not.

Call me cray cray or delusional, but in my world, our ritual helped push the energy forward and tip the timeline. I’m not saying it was just our collective—there were surely other magical practitioners out there doing their own rituals. I feel we added to an energy that was already manifesting and becoming real. We just breathed more life into it.

And if you don’t think we can affect the universe around us, I invite you to check out the Global Consciousness Project, this study on telekinesis, and this article about how group meditation lowered crime by 23% and Clinton’s approval rating went up.

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    Tall Shadow Figures in the Pennsylvania Woods

    Reports of tall shadow figures have appeared in folklore, paranormal investigations, and witness accounts for decades. In this interview, investigators from Podcast of the Paranormal discuss years of encounters in a remote Pennsylvania woodland involving strange lights, antler entities, unexplained sounds, ritual activity, and a presence that seemed to interact with visitors in unsettling ways.

    In this episode, Heather Woodward speaks with investigators from Podcast of the Paranormal about a series of encounters in a wooded area in Northeastern Pennsylvania that they have been investigating for several years.

    The guests explain how they originally became involved in paranormal investigation, starting with team investigations in college and later returning to the field shortly before the pandemic. Their renewed interest led them to form their own team, with their first investigation taking place in a wooded location tied to local urban legends.

    They describe the area as heavily forested, remote, and historically associated with reports of a woman in white, rumors of witchcraft and ritual activity, and a nearby hospital or asylum that burned down. The site is also located near moving water and is accessed by walking a significant distance away from visible roads or lights.

    During early visits, they began observing unexplained lights in the woods. These lights appeared in multiple colors, did not behave like lightning bugs, and seemed to increase in activity depending on the emotional state of the investigators. Over time, they noticed the lights became dimmer after nearby construction work altered the flow of a stream.

    The investigators describe performing ritual work at the site to attempt direct communication with whatever presence might be there. They report that the communication was brief and conveyed that it was time for them to leave. After this initial interaction, the presence did not visually manifest again, though the investigators continued returning to the site regularly and leaving offerings.

    They recount a specific night in April following a full moon when multiple people were present. After walking family members back to their vehicles, the remaining investigators stayed near their cars. At that point, they began hearing movement in the woods and observed a large shadow cross the road. Shortly afterward, something charged toward them from the woods, producing heavy footsteps and animal-like sounds.

    They describe encountering a large, black shadow figure estimated to be seven to eight feet tall with prominent antlers. The witnesses perceived the figure differently, with one describing it as upright and humanoid and another describing it as moving on all fours. When flashlights were directed toward it, the figure disappeared immediately. All witnesses reported feeling that the encounter was a clear signal to leave the area.

    Since that night, the investigators report consistently feeling watched and sensing a boundary when visiting the location at night. They describe additional Estes sessions that referenced doorways, instructions to enter the water, and requests involving offerings and penance.

    They note environmental patterns associated with the site, including moving water, underground mines, alterations to the land, and disappearing rocks previously used as seating or altars. They report that offerings left at the site appeared to be acknowledged through changes in the environment, including arrangements that mirrored the number of people present.

    The conversation expands to include broader patterns observed by Heather Woodward across similar locations, including the presence of converging waterways, underground disturbances, traumatic histories, and proximity to nuclear power plants. The guests confirm that their site feeds into the Susquehanna River and is located within proximity to a nuclear facility.

    They also discuss a specific instance where an Estes session instructed them to return on November 5th, coinciding with election night. The group describes widespread feelings of unease and disorientation on that date, as well as inconsistencies in intuitive and tarot-based predictions.

    Additional corroborating experiences are discussed, including childhood encounters with shadow figures in cemeteries, later confirmed by other witnesses, and accounts from other investigators who independently reported similar sightings in the same Pennsylvania location.

    Throughout the episode, the guests emphasize that they still do not know what the entity or phenomenon is. They acknowledge similarities to folklore, cryptid reports, and nature spirit traditions but do not settle on a definitive explanation. They continue to visit the site regularly, perform investigations, and leave offerings while remaining cautious about further contact.

    Encounters with tall shadow figures appear in reports from all over the world. If you’re interested in recurring paranormal patterns, you may also enjoy my article on Gates of Hell Cemetery and the strange entities reported at one of Oklahoma’s haunted locations.

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    Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, Remote Viewing, Propaganda, and the Very Weird Art of Predicting Your Own Future Conversation

    The Ozark Mountain UFO Conference Experience

    I’ve been to enough paranormal conferences to know the drill. Big names. Big claims. Hallway gossip. Someone selling starseed DNA activations next to a table of alien plushies.

    That’s part of the charm. But the real magic at these events usually isn’t on stage. It’s in the weird side conversations. The people doing fascinating work under the radar.

    The paranormal field has a propaganda problem. Not necessarily in the cartoon-villain sense. More in the “good luck figuring out what’s signal versus noise” sense. If you’ve spent any time in UFO circles, you already know this.

    Narratives shift. Stories evolve.

    People who once said one thing suddenly say something completely different ten years later. Government agencies muddy the waters. The media dramatizes everything. Researchers develop pet theories and then start seeing those theories everywhere. So when I go to conferences, I’m often less interested in the celebrity speakers and more interested in the people quietly doing strange, thoughtful work without a PR machine attached.

    That’s where things tend to get interesting.

    If you’ve never been to Eureka Springs, it’s hard to explain. Imagine Sedona’s weirder cousin who drinks moon water, talks to trees, and definitely knows where the portal is. Water runs under the town. Quartz is everywhere. The terrain feels layered. Dense. Charged. It’s one of those places that doesn’t feel passive. It feels interactive.

    PrinCess Jeanee from the FarSight Institute gave a presentation on scientific remote viewing.

    Remote viewing fascinates me because it operates very differently from how I naturally work.

    Tarot…. Easy.

    Channeling….Fine.

    Psychic impressions…. Sure.

    Remote viewing….

    That’s where my brain starts flipping tables because remote viewing requires precision. Discipline. Neutral observation. No interpretation. No symbolic riffing. Which sounds great in theory. Until your brain is basically a raccoon with a crystal addiction.

    During her talk, PrinCess discussed what she described as soul traps. I nearly levitated out of my chair. Because thirteen years earlier, I had an experience I’ve never fully explained. I was in Arizona. Something happened in that weird liminal state between sleep and not-sleep. A metallic spinning sound. The sensation of time collapsing.

    Then my floor opened. Below me was what looked like a mass of screaming, energetic beings reaching upward. Not metaphorically. Viscerally. Terrifyingly. I never forgot it. And suddenly this woman was describing something eerily similar. At the end of the session, we did a target exercise. I focused. Meditated.Did the thing. And what did I see?

    Aliens.

    A cluster of weird alien figures gathered around a black chair like they were auditioning for the Mos Eisley cantina band.

    The actual target: The pyramids.

    So obviously, I assumed I had completely blown it.

    Spoiler: apparently not.

    Later, after a series of delays, missed timing, and random meandering through the vendor area, I finally sat down to talk with PrinCess. And right there in front of her? Alien head stickers. Clustered around her chair.Almost exactly like what I had seen.

    Cue record scratch.

    Instead of remote viewing the assigned target, I may have physically picked up a future interaction. Which is deeply on-brand for me. She even agreed that what happened was bizarre. Because technically, I did focus on her. Just maybe too literally. A month later, at another paranormal event in the exact same venue, I met someone involved in CE5 and alien contact work.

    Behind him? Artwork showing alien beings gathered around a chair.

    Again.

    Same energy. Same visual theme.

    Then a guided meditation brought through imagery involving Orion. Later, his presentation centered on Orion. And then I discovered the Orion-pyramid connection. Which meant my “wrong” remote viewing session may have looped back into the original target after all. If that sounds like a conspiracy corkboard with red string, congratulations, you’ve understood the assignment.

    That’s the question.

    Was it remote viewing?

    Precognition?

    Pattern recognition?

    Synchronicity?

    Psychic leakage?

    A very elaborate subconscious narrative structure? I’m not here to hand you a neat answer in a gift bag. I’m here because weird things happened, they formed a coherent pattern, and that pattern became impossible to ignore.

    That’s what this episode explores. The conference itself. The politics of paranormal information. Remote viewing. Alien contact theory.The slipperiness of perception. And the strange way certain experiences seem to build on each other until you’re forced to ask whether reality is more interactive than we’ve been taught.

    Listen to the full episode. Then tell me if you think I missed the target. Or if the target was never what I thought it was.

    If you’re interested in the strange connections that emerged during the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, you may also enjoy my article on the Hopkinsville Goblins encounter, where folklore, UFOs, and high strangeness collide in one of America’s most enduring mysteries.

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    Haunted Vermont: Farmhouse Poltergeists, Ghost Photos, and a “Zone of Fear”

    The Haunted Vermont Farmhouse

    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.

    On this episode of the NVus Alien Podcast, I sat down with Paul Dulski from the Haunted Vermont podcast to talk about the paranormal experiences that shaped his life and eventually pushed him into investigating the unexplained.

    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 white who 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 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.

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    The Curious Case of the West Memphis Three

    The West Memphis Three and the Satanic Panic Era

    This case has lived in my head for months.

    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.

    The decision follows a 4-3 ruling from the Arkansas Supreme Court that a lower court was wrong to deny Damien Echols’ request for new genetic testing. In 2022, a judge had blocked the testing, saying state law didn’t apply because Echols was no longer in custody. The state also argued that Echols’ plea deal barred him from asking. The high court rejected both claims.

    “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 Innocence and 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.”

    Stidham teamed up with two retired FBI profilers, one of them a co-author of the official profiling manual. Their conclusion is that the murders were not the result of satanic panic or a coerced confession. They believe the killer could have been a long-haul truck driver. The crime scene was within walking distance of a truck stop along I-40 and Stidham treats that as a significant detail.

    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.


    Full report: http://callahan.mysite.com/wm3/autcb.html

    Michael Moore

    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.


    Full report: http://callahan.mysite.com/wm3/autmm.html

    Stevie Branch

    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.


    Full report: http://callahan.mysite.com/wm3/autsb.html

    Damien Echols Mug Shots
    Jason Baldwin Mug Shots
    Jessie Misskelley Jr. Mugshots

    After the Murder

    May 7, 1993

    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.

    For full show notes and links: Satanic Panic Reloaded – From the 80s to QAnon and Trump


    Michelle Remembers

    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.

    For full show notes and links: The McMartin Trial ⚖️ The Satanic Panic of the 1980s Part 2


    The McMartin Preschool Trial

    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.

    You can get the trial transcripts here: West Memphis Three Trials: The Transcripts

    February 28, 1994

    Opening arguments begin.

    March 17, 1994

    Jury deliberations begin.

    March 18, 1994

    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.

    For full show notes and links go to: The West Memphis Three – Unraveling a Miscarriage of Justice


    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.

    A Paranormal Investigation of West Memphis

    Field Notes: The Trip, The Energy, The Readings

    This is a truncated transcript from my podcast. You can listen to the full episode here.

    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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    The Elevator Game: Creepy Urban Legend or Just Another Internet Myth?

    The Elevator Game and the Elisa Lam Connection

    The Elevator Game is a Korean urban legend that blew up in popularity thanks to the hauntingly bizarre Elisa Lam case. If you’re unfamiliar, Elisa Lam was a twenty-something Canadian woman whose body was found in a water tank on the roof of the infamous Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles. How she got to the roof—or why—is a mystery that still baffles everyone. To make things even weirder, she somehow managed to lift the tank’s heavy lid, climb inside, and strip off her clothes before her tragic end.

    And that’s just the tip of the creeptastic iceberg. If you’re ready to dive into a rabbit hole of eerie details and chilling theories, check out this video series by Brain Scratch. Fair warning: you might not sleep for a few nights because this case will get way under your skin.

    Check out my podcast about the case here:

    But the most unsettling piece of evidence? The elevator footage. If you’ve seen it (and if not, what are you even doing—scroll down and watch), you’ll know what I mean. Lam’s erratic behavior—pressing random buttons, stepping in and out of the elevator, and peeking out as if she’s hiding from someone—has fueled countless theories. One of the wildest? That she was playing the Elevator Game at the Cecil Hotel and ended up being lured to her death by some paranormal force.

    Personally, I don’t buy the supernatural angle. My take? Someone at the hotel lured her to the roof, killed her, and staged the scene to look like a tragic accident. The Cecil Hotel is no stranger to dark history, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the perpetrator got away scot-free. I think the cops probably had a suspect but didn’t have enough evidence to press charges, so they swept it under the rug and called it a day.

    Still, paranormal theories always add an extra layer of intrigue, and the Elevator Game itself is weird enough to make you wonder. The origins of the game are murky at best. The rules first surfaced on a Korean website and seemed to tie into a comic. Thankfully, some intrepid internet sleuths have translated the rules, which you can find here if you are a purist.

    For simplicity, I used Daniel Haye’s Thought Catalog post, which breaks down the steps super clearly. I cross-checked it against the other translations, and it holds up.

    HERE ARE THE RULES:

    Only one person can play at a time. You can only perform this ritual in a building at least 10 stories high with at least one elevator in it. You cannot proceed otherwise.

    Instructions:

    Traveling:

    Enter the elevator from the first floor by yourself. If anyone else gets on then understand that you cannot continue from the first floor and wait until the elevator can be taken alone.

    Press the button for the fourth floor.

    Do not get out when the elevator reaches the fourth floor. Stay in the elevator and press the button for the second floor.

    Do not get out when you reach the second floor. Stay on the elevator and then press the button for the sixth floor.

    Do not get out when you reach the sixth floor, remain in the elevator and press the button for the second floor.

    Do not get out when you reach the second floor. Stay on the elevator and press the button for the tenth floor. Some have reported hearing a voice calling to them on the second floor during this middle section of the ritual. Do not reply. Do not answer in any way.

    Do not get out once you have reached the tenth floor. Stay on and press the button for the fifth floor.

    It has been reported by some that a woman may enter the elevator on floor five. She may appear as a stranger who wishes to engage with you. More importantly, she  may appear as someone you know. It is important that you do not acknowledge her in word or glance. If the elevator you are in is reflective then stare at the floor or the buttons only.

    Now press the button to head to the first floor. If instead of going towards the first floor, you instead begin to ascend to the tenth, then you have performed the ritual correctly. However, and this is very important, if you instead descend to the first floor, then you have done something wrong. Get off on the first floor immediately. If the woman is on the elevator, then remember not to acknowledge her.

    If you reach the tenth floor, you can either stay on the elevator or exit the elevator. Some have reported that upon attempting to leave the elevator, the woman will try one last time to engage with you. She may raise her voice and ask where you are going or “what’s wrong”. She may shriek as you cross the door’s threshold. Keep your wits about you and do not engage or look at her even out of fear.

    There is only one way to know whether you have traveled to the Other world for sure. You will know because you will be the only person there.

    Traveling Back To Your Home World:

    Alternatively, if you do not exit on the 10th floor:

    Press the button for the first floor and keep pressing it until the elevator begins to move.

    Once you have reached the first floor, exit immediately. Do not exit on any other floors but the first. Do not acknowledge the woman if she is on the elevator. If anyone else gets on then do not speak to them either. Remain silent.

    If you do exit the elevator at the tenth floor:

    The elevator you used to get there is the only one you can use to return. Remember it.

    When you get back on the elevator, press the buttons in the same order you did in steps 2 through 8, which you used to travel. This should take you to the fifth floor.

    Once you have reached the fifth floor, press the button for the first floor. Do not be surprised when you instead begin to ascend again to the tenth floor. Do not panic. You can press the button of any floor lower than ten to stop ascending but you have to do it before you again reach the tenth floor. Some have described feeling called not to cancel the elevator’s ascension. You must.

    Once you have canceled the ascension and reached the first floor, make sure that everything seems normal to you. If anything seems remotely strange. If you hear anything you should not be hearing. If you smell something you don’t recognize then do not exit the elevator. You have to repeat step two until everything on the first floor seems normal. This is very important.

    Once you are satisfied that everything on the first floor is as it should be in your world, then you can exit the elevator.

    If you do decide to play, please report back. And if you end up on the “other side,” make sure to let us know what it’s like. Good luck—you’re gonna need it.

    If strange phenomena and thoughtforms fascinate you, check out my article on the Crescent Hotel thoughtform and modern egregores.

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    Hopkinsville Goblins, Ben Hansen, Deer Tracks, and the Weird Little Threads That Refuse to Stay Separate

    The Hopkinsville Goblins Encounter

    The Hopkinsville Goblins case has fascinated UFO researchers, paranormal investigators, and high-strangeness enthusiasts for decades. While attending the Ozark Mountain UFO Conference, I found myself following a strange trail of conversations, synchronicities, and unexpected connections that all seemed to circle back to the famous Kentucky encounter.

    This was part of a larger trip, and if you’ve been following along, you know the conference itself was its own strange little ecosystem of UFO researchers, experiencers, remote viewers, late-night conversations, and the usual blend of sincere curiosity with just enough weirdness to keep things interesting.

    One of the conversations happening around the conference involved SRV, a form of remote viewing that differs from traditional CRV. And whether you believe in any of that or not, I’ve noticed something over the years: when you’re in alignment with something, synchronicities start showing up like they got your forwarding address.

    That brings us to Ben Hansen.

    Now, I am not a “run up to TV people and demand selfies” person. Absolutely not. I’ve been in paranormal spaces way too long to get starstruck over cable television. Most of that world is heavily produced anyway, and I’m constitutionally allergic to pretending otherwise.

    At AlienCon, I mostly sat quietly, observed people, posted content, and watched the circus unfold from a safe emotional distance.

    That is my natural habitat.

    But at the Ozark conference, I had just spent time in the car talking about Ben Hansen’s Hopkinsville Goblins episode for the podcast, and suddenly the universe shoved him directly in front of me at the conference meet-and-greet.

    So I made a decision.I was going to be that person.

    The Friday night meet-and-greet was smaller and quieter than the Saturday event probably was. My mom had gone to the convention as a vendor but skipped the social portion because she was exhausted from doing readings all day.

    I went alone.

    Which, for introverts who can fake extroversion in short bursts, is basically psychological warfare.

    Ben was there, talking with attendees, being approachable, and I figured if I didn’t do it then, I’d spend the next six months mentally replaying the missed opportunity like some kind of paranormal director’s cut.

    So I walked up to him. And I told him what happened when I visited Kelly, Kentucky.

    If you don’t know the Hopkinsville Goblins case, here’s the quick version.

    In 1955, a family in Kelly, Kentucky, reported an encounter with strange small humanoid beings after a glowing object allegedly descended into the woods behind their farmhouse. This became one of the most famous “alien encounter” stories in UFO history. Except technically it happened in Kelly, not Hopkinsville. Hopkinsville gets the branding because that’s where the police station was.

    Classic municipal theft.

    When I visited the area, I had an experience involving one of the Sutton family descendants. At one point, one of the women connected to the original family actually approached me while I was there. So when I started telling Ben about that, he was immediately engaged.

    He told me that one of the Sutton relatives still lives near the original property. The actual farmhouse is gone now, but the foundation remains visible if you know where to look. The current property owners are not exactly thrilled about random paranormal tourists wandering around their land, which, honestly, is fair. We had seen the original foundation, taken photos, and respectfully kept our distance.

    I asked Ben about something that had bugged me.

    When we visited, we couldn’t get all the way back into the deeper woods where the alleged crash or landing supposedly happened. There just wasn’t a safe path.

    The woods get dense. Dangerous dense. The Sutton descendant who guided us didn’t want us to get hurt. But we did learn something interesting. Behind the property are cave openings.

    The theory, at least locally, is that if something strange did happen there, those cave systems could explain movement in and out of the area. Underground passageways. Hidden access points. Weird Appalachian underbelly stuff.

    I even asked permission to take home a rock from the site. It currently lives in my house. He told me the most memorable part of his Hopkinsville trip wasn’t the goblin lore.

    It was ticks. Seven of them.

    Apparently, after filming B-roll in the woods, he got back to the hotel and had to spend the evening removing ticks with tweezers.

    Nightmare fuel.

    But then he told me something stranger. While filming in the woods, he heard something big moving around nearby. Something ominous. Large enough to trigger the internal “is this a bear or a Bigfoot?” alarm.

    Apparently, locals had mentioned that the area had Bigfoot reports, which is not exactly calming bedtime information. So he moved away from the noise. And nearly stepped on a baby deer.

    That detail hit me sideways.

    Because when I visited the Sutton family property, we noticed deer tracks everywhere. Fresh ones. Right near the house. Small prints. A young deer. And it stood out to all of us at the time. Now, if you’re not intuitive, this may sound like me assigning cosmic meaning to woodland hoofprints.

    Which… okay, maybe.

    But sometimes something gets your attention for no obvious reason. The deer tracks did. So standing there, listening to Ben describe nearly stepping on a hidden baby deer in those same woods, it felt like some bizarre full-circle punctuation mark. Like reality had been holding onto a thread and finally tugged it.

    I tried explaining this to Ben.

    He was polite. But let’s just say he was not exactly operating from a mystical-symbolic framework. Ben is a deeply logical person. Nice guy. Very generous with his time. Clearly patient with strangers asking bizarre questions in hotel bars.

    But intuitive? Psychic?

    No.

    So let’s talk about the actual case because this story is weird as hell.

    On August 21, 1955, the Sutton family and visitors were at their farmhouse in Kelly, Kentucky. Eleven people total. Eight adults. Three children. The farmhouse was simple. No telephone. No television. No running water. Just rural Kentucky life.

    Billy Ray Taylor was outside getting water when he claimed to see a silvery object fly overhead and descend into the woods behind the house. He described it as having a rainbow-colored exhaust. That detail alone is fascinating because it doesn’t neatly fit the standard UFO template.

    Billy Ray ran inside and told everyone. Predictably, no one believed him. Until about an hour later. The dog started barking. Lucky Sutton and Billy Ray went outside. And that’s when they saw it. A glowing humanoid figure about two and a half to three and a half feet tall.

    According to witness descriptions:

    Its head was oversized and round. No visible neck. No nose. Large glowing eyes. Thin mouth. Pointed ears extending above the head. Broad upper body. Spindly lower limbs. Oversized, clawed hands. Webbing between the fingers. And a metallic silver-blue shimmer.

    Lucky and Billy Ray shot at it. Because of course they did. Apparently, the being flipped backward and ran off. Then another appeared at a side window. Shot at that one too.

    Another approached the front door. Then one reportedly reached down from the roof overhang and grabbed Billy Ray’s hair. At which point more shooting occurred.

    The creatures allegedly floated or bounced to the ground rather than falling normally. At this point, the whole family barricaded themselves inside while hearing movement and scratching on the roof.

    Eventually, they fled to the Hopkinsville police station. And here’s the thing. All eleven of them went. Not one dramatic storyteller. Not one intoxicated cousin.

    The whole damn family.

    Police responded. Military police from Fort Campbell reportedly responded too. They found shell casings. Bullet holes. Evidence that a lot of shooting had happened. No creatures. No physical alien residue. No tiny silver corpse.

    Nothing.

    Then, after the authorities left, the entities allegedly returned. One reportedly appeared at Glennie Lankford’s bedroom window around 3:30 AM with its hand against the screen.

    Watching her.

    At daylight, the activity stopped.

    Years later, I spoke with Glenda, one of the descendants.She was direct. According to her, her father deeply regretted ever reporting what happened. He wasn’t attention-seeking. He wasn’t trying to get famous. He was terrified. She said he described shooting at the beings and hearing the impact like hitting a tin can.

    That’s such a specific sensory detail that it sticks with you. She also corrected the common “little green men” branding. They weren’t green. According to family accounts, they were bluish silver. The green branding happened later because Kelly is an Irish town and the festival organizers leaned into the aesthetic.

    Branding ruins everything.

    Glenda said her grandmother, a deeply religious woman who didn’t tolerate drinking, also witnessed one of the beings. That matters because the drunk-hillbilly-hallucination explanation has been the lazy go-to dismissal for decades. And yet no evidence of alcohol was found. No known history of elaborate deception. No obvious gain.

    If anything, the family’s lives got worse.

    People trespassed. Stole items from their home. Mocked them. Turned them into a local spectacle. Glenda said her grandmother sold the property within two weeks because she couldn’t take it anymore. That doesn’t sound like people basking in successful hoax glory.

    One thing Glenda mentioned stuck with me. She said Fort Campbell personnel arrived with large trucks and blocked off the area. According to family lore, something was removed. No public documentation I’ve seen confirms exactly what, if anything, was recovered. Could be folklore accreting onto memory. Could be a misinterpretation. Could be something mundane. But it remains part of the story.

    The deeper I get into paranormal research, the more I notice the same patterns appearing across UFO sightings, folklore encounters, psychic experiences, and hauntings. If that idea interests you, explore more of my articles on high strangeness, spirit communication, and paranormal investigation.

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