November 17, 2024
Now, I know the name of the lost soul who reached out to me in March and whose final moments I relived just a few nights ago. His name is Jacob, but that discovery only led to more questions. Determined to find out who he was, I turned to the internet, searching for every clue I could find. I began with the testimony he gave me back in March and the name “Jacob” that Candle Face revealed during the vision a few days ago.
I started by Googling his name paired with “Missing Central Texas,” but nothing actionable came up. So, I refined the search, swapping “Central Texas” with specific towns and cities: Austin, Round Rock, and Georgetown. Still, nothing. It wasn’t until I tried “San Marcos” that something clicked. Suddenly, multiple hits appeared about a man named Jacob Newhouse from San Marcos, a college town south of Austin.
Jacob Newhouse, according to several local news reports, was 45 years old when he disappeared last year. He was last seen on November 28, 2023, and tragically, he was found dead on December 9, 2023. The reports state that foul play wasn’t suspected, but they did mention concerns about his mental health. Some sources suggested he might have had intentions to harm himself.
After finding his name, I turned to Facebook, hoping to learn more about this man who may have visited me as a lost soul. I found an account belonging to a Jacob Newhouse from San Marcos. The most recent posts were emotional—two desperate pleas for help on November 29, 2023, asking if anyone had seen him. But the strange thing? These posts were made after Jacob went missing. According to a comment thread, someone had found Jacob’s phone and used it to send out those distress posts.
Scrolling through his older posts, I came across one from October 23, 2023. It showed a dirt path sloping down into a dense wooded area. The scene was similar to the one I saw in my vision. Could this be the exact place where Jacob ran, fleeing from shadows in my vision?
But the most terrifying revelation came when I stumbled upon a video post from October 5, 2023. In the video, Jacob was playing on what looked like a leather-bound instrument—perhaps a makeshift drum, or even a suitcase. As I hit play, my heart skipped a beat. The rhythm—it was the exact drumbeat I heard during my vision. The same beat that synchronized with my heartbeat and the flickering lights in my kitchen. The caption under the video simply read: “Help me… sound is… incomplete!!!”
I played the video over and over, trying to make sense of it. The beat was relentless yet mesmerizing, a hypnotic rhythm that Jacob seemed both proud of and frustrated with. At the end of the clip, he abruptly stops, shaking his head and waving his arms in frustration. That’s when I realized what he meant by “…incomplete.” Jacob was searching for the perfect ending, an elusive conclusion to his music. And in both his March testimony and my vision, Candle Face taunted him, mocking his obsessive quest for musical perfection.
The connection is too strong to ignore. Candle Face called me Jacob in the vision, and I found a “Jacob” who lived in San Marcos, played the same drumbeat, and went missing shortly before being found dead. What are the odds?
Personal Note to My Readers
I know some of you may notice something different in this entry—I included his name this time, despite my previous resolve not to reveal the names of the lost souls, out of respect for their living relatives. The truth is, I’m struggling with this decision every single day. How can I truly help these lost souls if I can’t reveal who I think they are? After all, the souls come to me to be identified. They want their stories told, their names spoken. If I don’t name them, what good is the information I discover? Intelligence, after all, must be actionable.
But is this the right action? By revealing names, am I helping them find peace, or am I dragging their families into a nightmare they never asked for? Am I opening wounds that should stay closed? What if I got the identities wrong?
I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m walking a razor’s edge between helping these souls and violating the privacy of their loved ones. If I reach out to Jacob’s family, will they see it as an act of compassion, or will they call me a freak, another lunatic obsessed with ghosts? I fear the latter, yet the pull to do something is almost unbearable.
I’m asking you, my readers, for your guidance. Should I continue to name these lost souls, even if it risks causing pain to their families? Should I reach out directly to their loved ones, knowing I might be branded as some sort of monster? Or do I keep their names hidden, knowing that this might mean leaving their stories unfinished, their souls still bound to Candle Face?
I don’t have the answers. I’m just trying to find a way to do right by these souls who reach out to me, and by their families who may or may not want to know the truth. Please, if you have any advice or insight, let me know.
I’m haunted by Jacob’s drumbeat, by the plea in his music. Is it a cry for help, a message he’s desperate for me to decipher? Or is it simply the beat of a lost soul who can’t find his way home?
The lost souls are counting on us, and so am I.
While the name “Jacob” was revealed to me in a vision, I want to clarify that any connection to real individuals, including Jacob Newhouse from San Marcos, is based on publicly available information and should not be taken as definitive proof. My intention is not to cause distress to any living relatives, but rather to seek understanding and provide help to those who reach out to me.
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