Sometimes life seems so chaotic that our grip on sanity seems rather precarious. So we turn to coping mechanisms. Some of us cry, others yell, some clean. At least that's something we can control in situations that seem at times uncontrollable. In modern times, as a way to cope, we tend to just avoid altogether dwelling on dark realities

of an unknown future and focus on the present. We're afraid of what we don't know and what we

don't understand. Shakespeare's Hamlet speaks of how we would rather bear those

ills we have than fly to others that we know not of, because what if it's worse?

Sometimes we laugh when anxious fears creep in. We create fake fears in order to poke fun at the

real ones. We talk about FOMO, fear of missing out, so we forget about fears of neglect, abandonment,

pain.

We laugh to keep from crying, the psychological salve of a smile, but sometimes smiles aren't possible, or worse, they aren't enough.

They certainly aren't enough to eliminate the darkness of our story today. The demons in it

are too powerful, whether they're the demons of depression, the demons of mind and life-altering

drugs, or literal demons, vying for the souls of depression, the demons of mind and life-altering drugs, or literal demons,

vying for the souls of a young family.

Was it misfortune?

Was it a curse?

Or was it pure evil that couldn't be held at bay?

This is the story of the Jameson family. Welcome to Coffee and cases where we like our coffee hot and our cases cold.

My name is Allison Williams.

And my name is Maggie Damron.

We will be telling stories each week in the hopes that someone out there with any information concerning the cases will

take those tips to law enforcement so justice and closure can be brought to these

families with each case we encourage you to continue in the conversation on our

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