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Something clearly
jarred his sleep

and woke him up in a
really distraught way.

He would worry about
how he was going to die.

He just said, out of nowhere,
"Why did you take me away

from my other family?"

And then that's when he
said that he was on a ship,

and it sank, and that he died.

One day I saw Jacob
drawing something strange.

He told me they were
the shadow people.

Anxiety is one of the things
that would rear its ugly head.

He told me about the
day he was murdered.

I knew this wasn't a normal
young boy's way of thinking.

I was suddenly very
afraid, because I wasn't sure

what he was trying to tell me.

What is going
on with this kid?

And why is he doing
this so frequently?

And I had no explanation.

I'm Erin.

I live in Oregon City.

I'm Seumas' dad.

And I'm a police officer.

It's a small town, got
the small town feel.

The communities are close-knit.

There's plenty of
things for kids to do.

There's lots to see.

The trees are beautiful.

There's fishing.

There's rivers.

There's lots of rural to it.

We've just got a really
comfortable place to be.

Liisa and I met in
February of 2005.

And we married in
February of 2006.

And Seumas was born in December.

Short of being just getting
married, the rest of the year

just-- it just beat us down.

My name is Liisa, and I'm
a rehabilitation assistant.

The year 2006 was a bittersweet
year for my husband and I.

I couldn't have got through
that year if I wasn't pregnant.

We lost so many
significant people.

Her stepbrother died.

My dad died.

Her grandfather died, a
couple of really good friends.

It was really just
a traumatic year.

That took its toll on
everybody, emotionally.

I kept trying to keep
it together for the baby,

trying to stay
calm for the baby.

Everything will be OK.

We definitely were
forced to change gears

when, all the sudden,
there's a baby in my arms.

When Seumas was born,
he was our very first.

And talk about just
an amazing moment.

When they put Seumas on my
chest, Erin whispered in my ear

that it's a boy.

And we started crying and stuff,
because we both wanted a boy.

And with Erin's
father passing away,

it was just a special moment.

And then, as he
went on and grew up,

he didn't demonstrate the things
that you always hear about--

the kids that don't sleep
through the night or cry every

20 minutes or hour.

He wasn't that guy.

He slept longer than
I did sometimes.

As an intellectual scale of
things that babies can do,

he was always quick to be
able to do any of them,

whether it was
eating with a spoon,

crawling across the floor.

He was always ahead
of the curve--

just the inference of more
intelligence than a toddler,

for gosh sakes, should have.

As he got a little older,
he would leave his room

in the middle of night.

And then he'd just insist
to cuddle with mom and dad.

At first, we'd let that happen.

Think, hey, this
is cute, it's fun,

this is what everybody does.

It's part of the experience
of having a young kid.

But when this became
persistent, it

began to affect certainly
me, because, at the time,

I was working a day
shift and getting up

at 4:30 in the morning.

So when disruptions came
in the middle of the night,

that became problematic.

This would be him coming in
to our room in the middle

of the night, being in tears,
talking about being scared--

something that's
clearly jarred his sleep

and woke him up in a
really distraught way.

To that end, it was
kind of disturbing,

because this was
to the point where

it was happening every day.

What is going on with this kid?

And why is he doing
this so frequently?

When Seumas was three
years old, Liisa and I

were watching the
movie "Titanic."

Seumas woke up and came out.

And he just immediately was
absolutely glued to that movie.

And it seemed like he
was in his mind somehow.

You could look in his eyes and
know that he was digging deeper

somehow.

Ever since then, he wanted
to know all the details

of that tragic story.

He was just fascinated.

And he would draw
detailed pictures of it.

As time went on, Liisa and
I would, every now and then,

catch ourselves just looking at
each other, kind of scratching

our heads, and
thinking, gosh, is there

more to this than just his
fascination with a movie?

When Seumas' obsession
with ships became escalated,

we started to become concerned.

My name is Rebecca, and
I'm an English teacher.

My family lives in Oklahoma
near Oklahoma City.

It's a fairly
close-knit community.

It's not what people think.

It's not all cowboys.

It's really a pretty
nice place to live.

My son is Jacob.

Jacob is my second child, and I
decided to have him fairly late

in life.

I was really excited to
get pregnant, especially

on the first try.

I was concerned
and kind of scared.

I had hoped that my
pregnancy would be OK and not

have any major issues.

I had complications early,
around three months,

and was on partial bedrest.

And there was a concern
that I might not be

able to continue the pregnancy.

Jacob wasn't due
until January 15.

And right after Thanksgiving,
I started having contractions.

And I was actually at
work, and it was lunchtime.

And I felt my water hemorrhage.

Jacob was seven weeks premature,
and he weighed five pounds,

four ounces at birth.

And he was 19 1/2 inches long.

The doctor said had
he gone full term,

he probably would have
been a 12-pound baby.

I was so excited
to have him here.

When Jacob was two years old, he
said something that completely

shocked us.

Jacob was a very articulate
child very early.

We had just finished lunch.

And we were in the living room.

And he just said, out of
nowhere, "Why did you take me

away from my other family?"

I wasn't sure I heard
him right, and so I asked

him to repeat what he said.

And Jacob said, again,
"Why did you take me away

from my other family?"

And I tried to explain
to him that I hadn't.

And he said, "Yes."

He then described his
father as having a hat,

and his mother wore her hair
pulled back at her neck.

He really seemed to recall
having had another family.

I had no idea where Jacob
might have gotten the idea.

It made me sad.

I think he was hoping for me
to be able to explain why.

And I had no explanation.

My name is Heather, and
Jacob is my little cousin.

Jacob told me about
his other family.

I did not really believe,
because I feel like children

can experience
things in their lives

that can cause them to feel and
remember things that weren't

necessarily there.

Jacob seemed to be
a really happy child.

He didn't seem to have
a lot of concerns.

He made friends easily.

He and his brother got along
well, for the difference

in age, especially.

He and his father did a
lot of things together.

Everything was fine.

You know, I couldn't
imagine why he would

want to make up another family.

He also said other
things that confused me.

One day Jacob asked
me, out of nowhere,

why he wasn't the older child.

He said, "I should be
the older brother."

Jacob's brother is 12 and
1/2 years older than he is.

Jacob seemed really angry.

I explained to Jacob, I
had his brother first.

And that wasn't a
satisfactory answer.

He still, especially
on that day,

he was really adamant that he
should have been born first.

I think that's a typical thing
that children feel when they

have an older sibling.

It came up at
other times, too.

The anger was what
was confusing.

How could he be mad about
not having been born first?

You know, that was something
I felt was out of my control.

Jacob was always a
really calm child.

He was always really passive.

That's why this was so weird.

This wasn't some sort of
sibling rivalry thing.

Jacob was truly angry, because
he continued to feel that he

belonged with another family.

He never slept normally.

He's a flipper and a tosser.

He'll go sleep at
one end of the bed.

And then the next day
when I wake him up,

he's down at the
other end of the bed.

And the covers are
twisted around,

and everything's
thrown off the bed.

He seems to have some
pretty fitful nights.

And he's up through the night.

I sometimes thought that
Jacob was trying to stay awake

at night to avoid
his nightmares.

One day, I saw Jacob
drawing something strange.

When I looked close
at the picture,

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The images were frightening.

Was this what was haunting
him in his dreams?

Seumas was a great baby,
and he started out sleeping

through the night.

But as he got a little
older, he became

unable to sleep
through the night.

He'd wake up every
night, usually in tears.

Ever since, he's been absolutely
fascinated and obsessed

with large ships.

When he wanted toys, it was
LEGOs that he could build ships

out of.

He would sit down at the
table with pencils or crayons

and draw pictures of ships.

He's just absolutely fascinated.

At first, it did seem odd.

But I was quick to
assign it to the fact

that, hey, this is cool, my
kid likes historical stuff.

He likes things like I like.

And he does so in kind of smart
and intelligent kind of way.

I appreciated that.

This started at
the age of three,

and it continues on to this day.

Anxiety sometimes is one
of the things that would rear

its ugly head with Seumas.

He seems to worry
about death and dying.

Erin and I were on
our way to a concert.

It was going to be
an overnight event.

And Seumas was staying
with some family.

Seumas wanted to say good night.

And when they tried
to reach us, they

weren't able, because we
didn't hear our cell phones.

And then he was afraid that we
had gotten in a car accident

and died.

I became even more aware and
concerned about his worry

about death and dying.

It seemed like all the time.

It made me feel a whole
new level of compassion

for this little being.

How can he worry about more
than if his shoes are tied

the right way and he's got
all the homework in his bag

that he's supposed to have?

This wasn't a normal
young boy's way of thinking.

We went on a family
vacation this year,

taking the boys to
stay on the Queen Mary

for the night because of
Seumas' fascination with ships.

The "Queen Mary" is an old
ship that you can stay at.

It's like a hotel
and has restaurants.

And you can stay the night.

Seumas was just wide-eyed--

I mean, just
couldn't believe it.

It was like he was a free
spirit on the Queen Mary.

He just was calm and free
and just looked around.

And he was intrigued
by everything--

just all the details.

He was fascinated
with everything.

He was more calm, but yet
emotion-- something strong--

some sense or
something was going on.

One night after our
trip, something changed.

He came up to me, and
he was really upset.

And then that's when he
said that he was on a ship,

and it sank, and that he died.

I had a difficult
pregnancy with my son, Jacob.

And he was always
a restless sleeper.

Almost as soon as
Jacob was able to talk,

he began asking the question,
"Why did you take me away

from my other family?"

It hurt me to hear him say that,
because we were his family.

What could he possibly mean?

I really became concerned
when I saw Jacob's drawings.

I noticed Jacob continued
to draw the same characters.

They were dark, scribbly
creatures with red eyes,

usually.

They remained constant in
his drawings-- not just

the typical little boy drawings,
but these black figures.

So I finally asked
him what they were.

And he told me they
were the shadow people.

Jacob drew the shadow people
all the time, even at school.

But the one that was
different was the hat man.

The hat man is mean.

The hat man always seems
to stay away from Jacob,

as far as proximity.

Jacob says he taunts him.

He knows Jacob's afraid--

that he harasses him, standing
outside of his bedroom door,

saying, "Jacob, you only
have to take five steps

to reach the bathroom light.

Do you think you can do it?

I don't think you
can do it, Jacob."

And so it's a constant
bullying from the hat man.

As he got older, he began
to sleep with the TV

on so that the room
would be lighted.

He felt more comfortable
with it being lighted.

I guess it keeps the
shadow people, especially

the hat man, away from him.

I was scared of
it, in some ways,

because I know that
he really thought

he was seeing these things.

The nightmares that keep
him up at night do concern me.

It is interfering with
his sleep schedule.

And I feel like that
can make him more tired

and experience
these feelings more.

I think Jacob has a
great imagination.

Jacob had a
period of headaches.

At that particular
time, the headaches

interfered with Jacob's
daily activities.

The pediatrician
thought possibly

that his headaches might be
interrupting his sleep some,

too.

And he had to have
a brain test done.

Jacob's test didn't indicate
that he had any kind of brain

disorder that could cause
the headaches-- really

unexplainable.

Jacob was having nightmares.

He was drawing shadow people.

He was having severe headaches.

I wasn't sure what to
make of all the talk

about the other family.

I just know it
seemed real to Jacob.

He had been talking about
these people for years.

And then he told me something
that made me wish he had never

told me about any of this.

He told me about the
day he was murdered.

My son, Jacob, had
nightmares his whole life.

He had debilitating headaches.

Jacob would talk about a
family he had had before,

and he was angry that
we had taken him away

from his other family.

I was confused and saddened by
the talk of the other family

because I felt I was a
source of his unhappiness,

if somehow I had
actually taken him away.

I thought the shadow
people were scary enough.

But I was in no way prepared for
what Jacob was to tell me next.

Jacob and I were
watching a movie.

And he turned to me, and he said
he had something to tell me.

Jacob was afraid to tell me
his story for a long time.

He was afraid it would upset me.

And now I know why.

He said he finally realized
what he had been seeing,

but never been able
to put into words.

And he told me he had
seen the day that he died.

I was suddenly very afraid,
because I wasn't sure

what he was trying to tell me--
if he was trying to tell me

something he had remembered or
something that he had foreseen.

He told me that he could
see himself in the woods.

And he's probably 15 or 16.

And he turned his head to the
left to look over his shoulder.

And as he turned his
head back forward,

he was struck against
the side of the head.

And he fell on his
side, looking up,

and he could see someone holding
an aluminum baseball bat.

And he had difficulty
seeing it, because his eyes

had blood in them.

It took me a minute
to respond at all,

because I kind of
had to digest it.

And he was looking at me with
this really serious face,

I guess worried about
how I was going to react.

I asked him first, of
course, if he was sure.

"Are you sure?"

And he was positive.

Jacob was visibly concerned
about what he was telling me.

I could tell that he was worried
about whether it was something

that had happened or would
happen and that the fear of it

might be something
that was going

to happen in the next few
years really bothered him.

I began to wonder if it could
be a past life experience.

I think that Jacob could have
overheard that story somewhere

or overheard a couple of
stories and put them into one.

I grew up in a family of
strictly religious family

members.

My mother was Pentecostal.

The group that she is in,
they're very conservative.

Based on my
upbringing, I wouldn't

have been able to
believe in reincarnation,

because that church
especially does not believe

that a person is reincarnated.

But the more Jacob talked about
his previous family and things

that he remembered, the more
it provided evidence for me

to believe in reincarnation.

I think it's possible that
the pain that Jacob exhibited

with his headaches could be
pain that was carried over

from having been struck
with a baseball bat.

And it's possible, too, that the
shadow people and the hat man

were somehow connected to how
Jacob died in a previous life.

Jacob finally stopped talking to
me about having been taken away

from the other family
when he was around 10.

I'm not sure if he gave up on
the idea of it having actually

happened or if he just got tired
of people thinking that he was

strange.

With Jacob's story,
most of the time,

I would relay it
to family members

because, obviously,
it was something

that was in my thoughts.

And most of them thought
it wasn't possible.

I did start asking him more
questions about his story.

And I feel like I did open up
a little bit more to his idea,

but I'm still very skeptical.

I don't think it's important
that other people believe it.

But it's really important
that he stop dwelling

on the possibility of whatever
happened-- that he doesn't stop

living now, worrying
about it happening again.

It was a past event that
happened that one time.

I wouldn't let him die ever.

He lives with constant anxiety.

I want to help him understand
that what happened in the past

does not determine his future.

My son Seumas, had a
hard time sleeping alone.

There were times when he
just wouldn't stop crying.

He seemed inconsolable
through the night.

He was fascinated with ships.

Out of the blue, he
said he was on a ship,

and it sank, and he died.

We didn't really
know what to think.

We thought, Seumas has
an active imagination,

he can be a storyteller.

I wasn't sure if he was
just watching too much TV.

The first time I
heard from Seumas

that he'd been a boy
on a ship that sank

and he lost his life that
way, my first reaction

was to be skeptical of
that, to some degree.

When I would tell
different people about Seumas

and his fascination,
obsession, with ships,

a few people would say, well,
maybe he was on the Titanic.

And that got me
thinking, well, maybe--

maybe he was.

I've always believed that
it's possible for people

to have past lives.

And the thought of Seumas
having a past life,

it explains why other people
say he's wise beyond his years.

In his past life, Seumas said
that he was 10 years old.

He had a sister who was 14.

He also had a green
jacket suit on.

Seumas recalled the ship
sinking as it rolls to its

right side-- the starboard side.

And then it sinks straight
down into the water.

I'm Seumas, and
I'm seven years old.

I had a mom and a
dad and a sister.

The ship was red and black.

The carpet was red and green.

And then something
hit it in the back.

Like, it had an explosion.

And then it kind of sank,
and then tilted on its side.

There were white boats
made out of wood.

Some people were on
pieces of the ship.

And some people were in the
water, panicking and swimming.

His recollection is not
dying in the shipwreck itself,

but making it to a lifeboat.

And he described white, painted,
wooden lifeboats-- again,

some pretty specific knowledge.

It was cold when we
got on the lifeboats.

And I wore two jackets--

my green one, and then my
dad gave me a black one.

But I died on the lifeboat.

Hearing this from Seumas
made me sick to my stomach.

It's devastating to think
that Seumas experienced

a ship sinking and dying.

How can this little boy be
telling me about these things

as if it really happened?

I can tell when Seumas is
telling me a lie to keep

from getting in trouble.

But when he's serious
about something,

I can tell that, too.

And he believes what
he's telling me.

He's not making this up.

Could my son, Seumas, really
be experiencing a past life?

My son, Seumas, has had trouble
sleeping through the night.

Sometimes he will wake up crying
and come to mom and dad's room.

He worries about
a lot of things.

He recently told us he
was on a ship that sank.

The details of the ship
that he was on that sank--

he was in the open ocean.

And it was going along, and
then it rolled to the side,

and then went straight down.

At first, I thought
the Titanic was

the ship I was on and died on.

But then I thought, because of
the details and how it sank,

it couldn't have been.

That's when I knew I
didn't die on the Titanic.

But Seumas asked his dad what
it meant to have an old soul.

And then Seumas said
he was afraid that how

he died as an old
soul in his past life

is how he's going to die in
his current, present life.

It was almost like a hit
to the gut, you know.

That's pretty heavy
for a seven-year-old

to be worried about that.

Erin and I just told Seumas
that you're not going to die now

how you died in a previous life,
thinking that that would be OK.

And he seemed to
understand and get

that until just the other day,
he started talking about it

again.

Obviously, our explanation
wasn't sufficient.

It's affecting us today.

You know, Seumas is still not
sleeping through the night.

He's still coming
into our bedroom.

And now he's sleeping on
a separate little couch

that we have in our bedroom.

And, for him, it needs to be
worked through, because there's

some anxiety and worry in his
poor little heart and mind.

It's so hard being the parents.

And you're so connected
to your-- to your kids.

And you just want them
to be happy and not

worry about anything.

I don't want him to
relive that experience,

because it's so tragic--

all those people dying.

And we want to help Seumas.

We're just not sure what to do.

Maybe there's another
ship that sank in the way

that Seumas describes.

That's what we're going to
try and help him figure out.

We did a little online
research, just to informally

find tales and accounts of other
shipwrecks from in the last,

say, 100 years.

Today, we're going
to talk to Seumas

about the different
ships that have sunk--

have different options
of different ships.

And we're going to talk to him
and see if we can't narrow down

which ship he thinks
that he was on.

Well, I'm hoping to
help him find closure

to what his previous
existence was all about.

And gosh, I'm excited
about that, because I think

that'll help him not have to
worry about the kid he was then

and to let him know that now
it's all about this life.

Let's live this one.

You know, you've been talking
about boats and shipwrecks

and those kind of things.

Mom and I have looked up a bunch
of different ships and boats

and other stories.

And I wanted to have
you look at these

and tell you these stories
and see if any of these

ring a bell to you.

So this boat-- this one
is called the "Callum,"

and it's from 1904.

It was a ferry boat
that sunk in a storm.

Does that ring a bell at all?

Does a ship this size or
shape ring a bell at all?

Maybe a little bit
bigger that ship.

- Bigger than this one?
- Bigger?

OK.
- OK.

Look at this one.

This is called the
"Princess Sophia."

And this was in 1918.

This one's larger.

This thing got stuck in a storm.

Maybe, like, one
size bigger than that.

When you were on the ship,
did you see any land around you?

Or was it just open sea?

Open sea.

Open sea?

So Seumas, this one is
a much more modern ship.

This is the "MS Estonia"
which sank in 1994.

And what's similar about
this one to the things you've

described is-- see how
the boat is listing

to the starboard side?

Does that look
familiar to you at all?

No, that wasn't the ship,
because the front has kind

of that more shape.

And then this
is the lifeboat.

The lifeboats were
wooden, and they were white.

Wooden and white.

OK.

So that's a definite
no-no there, too.

So here's another one.

Look at this ship.

That one, I think,
could have been it.

Our son, Seumas, thinks
that in a previous life,

he died as a result
of a shipwreck.

He talks about a ship that
rolled over to one side

and sank.

He thinks he died in a lifeboat.

More importantly, he worries
about the possibility

that he'll die this life
in that same manner.

The "RMS Lusitania--" this one's
torpedoed by a German U-Boat--

a submarine.

Here it is going down.

Here's a white wooden lifeboat.

That one, I think, could have
been it, because it has four

smokestacks, and it
looks a familiar shape

and has the colored
white lifeboats.

After showing him options,
we ruled out some of the ships,

narrowing it down to the
possibility of which one

he was on.

There was one that he
was really intrigued with--

the "RMS Lusitania."

That's the boat that was sunk
by a torpedo strike in 1915.

So that matches a lot of the
descriptions he's talked about.

We still have to get him to
let go of his fear of dying

that way in this life.

I think Seumas
is onto something.

I think it's up to us now
to help him find closure.

Let's go out on a
big fishing boat

and have a little
moment of silence

and throw out a
wreath in tribute.

It's just a way to close
that chapter a little bit.

That sound like a good idea?

It's gonna be fun.

Erin thought of a
wreath and flowers,

because that's kind of a
tradition with any funeral.

So we've come here
today for a moment or two

of quiet reflection--

Generally, there's always
some kind of flowers.

honoring tribute to all
those who've lost their lives

at sea, including the previous
life of young Seumas here.

Anything you'd like to say?

He was more emotional
than I thought he would be.

I felt physically his
emotion and his sense of loss

as saying goodbye.

I'm hoping for Seumas to
feel safe because of the fact

we've had our ceremony.

And we came back as a family.

And everybody's safe.

See the lines on the buoy?

Oh, geez.

It makes me feel better, knowing
that I won't die on a boat,

like I did in my past life.

My 13-year-old son, Jacob,
told me stories about being

taken from his other family.

And then he told me a story
about how he was murdered

with a baseball bat.

I'd like for Jacob to be able
to connect with something that

would clarify some of
his past life for him.

My hopes are that he'll
be able to sleep better,

the headaches will
stop, and he'll

be able to be a
happy, healthy child.

My name is Jacob.

I live in Oklahoma City.

I'm 13 years old, and
I'm in the eighth grade.

I do remember how I
died in my past life.

I was in a forest.

And I heard yelling coming
from my own mouth, and then

a rush of cold, and
something hitting me

in the side of the head.

And I saw a person who
was standing and dropping

an aluminum baseball bat.

I started doing research
about teens who were killed

with a baseball bat.

And, unfortunately, I came
up with several examples.

I had in there my
focus down to details

that matched
Jacob's description.

And there were two or three
stories really that stood out.

One of the stories I found
was about a teen named Steve.

He was from Missouri.

He was lured into the
woods by some friends, who

intended to kill him.

When one of them
signaled it was time

and they all started swinging
at him, Steve became afraid,

and he took off running.

He fell.

And the boys were
standing over him.

And he asked why
they were doing it.

And they said, because it's fun.

I continued to research.

And I found a story
about a boy named Shaun.

He was 14.

And he was from Massachusetts.

He had gone with a kid that he
barely knew, because Shaun was

new in his school.

And it turned out that
the boy was a real bully

and that his intention was to
lure someone into the woods

in order to kill him, because
he wanted to know how it felt

to kill somebody.

So he lured Shaun into the woods
and, without any real warning,

he hit Shaun with a
baseball bat and killed him.

I felt that Jacob's story was
very similar to Shaun's story,

the reasons being that Shaun was
basically alone in the woods.

And in Jacob's story, he
was in the woods, also.

He heard someone call out
and looked over his shoulder,

and when he looked
back, in Jacob's story,

that's when he was struck.

And it appears
that the bully who

killed Shaun waited until
Shaun was totally unaware.

And then he hit him.

I began to think then
about Jacob's being

adamant about having been
the older brother, why wasn't

he the older brother?

And it turned out that
Shaun was the older brother

to a handicapped younger sister
who was bound to a wheelchair.

I thought farther back
into Jacob's childhood.

And in his grade school,
there was a small child--

a little girl-- who
was in a wheelchair.

And she had very few friends.

But Jacob was one of them.

And I wondered if he were drawn
to her because of similarities

in Shaun's past.

My hope is that
Jacob finds the answers

that he's looking for and that
he gets to feel normal again.

I just want the best for him.

I have decided to share
my research with Jacob.

And I feel it's
a story to share.

I feel it's maybe unfair not to.

And I'm hoping that maybe he
can make a connection with one

of these stories
and, if he does,

that we can put all
these things behind us.

My son, Jacob, believes he had a
past life where he was murdered

in the woods with
a baseball bat.

I feel it's my responsibility to
help Jacob understand that what

has happened in the past doesn't
determine his future now.

How would you feel about
reading a couple of stories

I found that have similarities?

I would actually
really like to do that.

Yes.

This one, of course, is,
the bully had sought out a boy

and had taken him to the
woods, because he had planned

to kill him.

And it was wintertime.

Yeah.

It was cold.

And you'd said something
about the cold.

This one was a group of
boys that killed him.

They chased him for
a while, caught him,

and they all hit him.

And when he asked them
why they were doing it,

they said, "Because it's fun."

Does either of those stories
remind you of anything?

This one's one that I find
similarities in the most.

So this one's the most--

is more like your story.

Yes.

"Rod Matthews killed 14-year-old
Shaun Ouillette in 1986

by luring him into the woods
and killing him with a baseball

bat.

Matthews chose to kill
Ouillette because he

would be the least missed, as
he did not have many friends.

Investigators found Ouillette's
body on December 11, 1986."

That's the one.

I related to the story that
was about a boy who was lured

into the woods by a bully,
who struck him on the head

multiple times.

It was in the wintertime--
so snow on the ground.

And I remember
the forest in my--

remembering my death.

Our plan is to go
to Massachusetts.

I think it would be
a good experience,

and just by being
able to go and maybe

meet the family, if that's
possible, go to the grave site.

It might give him
even more closure.

I'm feeling
kind of nervous.

Oh, me, too.

I am, too.

I think it's going
to feel kind of awkward.

Why do you
think it's awkward?

Well, because this is
sort of like saying, hey,

I could've been
your son who died.

Well, I'm still feeling
kind of nervous right

now, because I'm talking to
someone who should have been

my mom in my past life.

Jacob, can I give you a hug?

Sure.

I wasn't sure what to expect
when she asked if she could hug

him.

And normally, he's not a
touchy-feely person at all.

He's not a huggy kid.

And he went right to her.

The expression in
his eyes was Shaun's.

And I said, this is-- this
is right, and this is real.

How can I help you?

Is there anything you
need to know from me?

What was he like?

He was very adventurous.

He loved the woods.

He loved building forts.

He loved his sister.

But he liked to draw, too.

Yeah, loved to draw.

Yeah, I always carry
a sketchpad around with me.

Do you really?
Yeah.

Shaun did-- my sketchpad.

Wondered where they
were all going.

He had them.

It was a great conversation.

And I was able to talk
to her really well.

And I did feel a
complete connection.

I think Shaun
found his way home.

That's how I feel right now.

I really feel that way, Jacob.

I don't know how to thank you.

I will give you my number.

And you can call me anytime.

Don't ever sit on
anything anymore.

Just call.

Pick up the phone and call.

And if I don't have the
answers, I'll tell you.

But you'll also know
that I have your back

and that I'm right beside you.

OK.

OK?

I'm so happy for both of
them, because they both seem

genuinely relieved, I guess.

There's a really
beautiful memorial headstone

for Shaun in the
Canton cemetery that

was put together and donated
by a lot of wonderful people

in this town.

I really want to go.

OK.

I placed some flowers
down at his grave.

And I said a few words.

And it felt awesome.

I know "awesome" is my only
word to describe things.

But it's just 'cause it's a
word that fits everything.

I'll have to stay in touch
with Jeanne, because I still

might have things
that I can talk about.

And now I consider her a friend.

I feel that the smile that
Jacob put on his face today

was a smile I'm not
sure I've ever seen.

Honestly, in his whole life,
I don't know if I've ever

seen him that radiant.

And I think now he'll know
he has a long and happy life

ahead.

And so he's got a
more positive outlook.

Like, I felt happy.