Sweet summer sickness swept through Hellbent Holler HQ this week. On the brightside, it’s given Joe and I a little time to recharge and me some time to dive into some of the more tedious research required by many of the current cases I’m working on. On the rare occasion I’m under the weather, I have a the tendency to rewatch some of my favorite movies. In the mood to watch Robocop, I suddenly changed course and selected Tombstone, the star studded 1993 classic based on the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral and subsequent Earp Vendetta Ride.

After the movie, I dove into my inbox, replying to email after email until I came upon one that stopped me in my tracks. Forwarded from the contact page on the site, a gentleman reached out to me about one of my research areas that we kept closely under wraps. Clearly he had been there and knew it well. His family had a history of strange encounters with the lights that we kept seeing and capturing in our videos. He warned of the danger of those lights, the missing people associated with them and further details I’m not quite ready to divulge. I immediately replied and anxiously awaited a response. I did a quick search on the name associated with the email and that led me to a missing persons directory. A man with a similar name had gone missing in 2020, he just walked out of his home one day and was never seen again. Weird, I thought. Until I scrolled down the page to see the town in which the missing man resided, Griffin, Georgia. Where had I seen that? Oh yeah, two hours earlier when I was reading a quick bio on my favorite member of Wyatt Earp’s posse, Doc Holliday. Doc Holliday’s life came to an early end in Colorado, not at the end of barrel of a gun, but a sickness, tuberculosis in fact. However, Doc’s life began in a small southern town called Griffin, Georgia.

A small, almost insignificant coincidence, but strange none the less. I’m noticing more of these little coincidences. My granny told me this means I’m on the right path. That I’m headed in the right direction. But to what? Are these synchronicities ramping up or am I just more aware of every little strange occurrence? More and more people keep telling me about their own strange little coincidences. It’s like something is building and somehow we’re all full steam ahead on this trajectory.

I’m still waiting on a reply from my mystery email contact. Lest I start to believe these coincidences are just the odd connections of a fever addled brain firing off.

Get back to me when you can, M.

-Jessi