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This is all strange enough on its own, but let’s consider this case’s possible link with yet even more strangeness. All of this has a certain spooky synchronicity with the phenomenon known as the “35th degree latitude,” or as some have dubbed it, “The Line of Tragedy.” It is along the 35th degree latitude that a whole string of brutal murders have occurred, including the shocking case of Andrea Pia Kennedy Yates, a Houston woman suffering from postpartum depression and postpartum psychosis who on June 20, 2001, murdered all five of her children by drowning them in a bathtub. Another famous murder that occurred along this line was the horrific murder of Pastor Carol Daniels, whose mutilated corpse was found propped up behind the church altar in a crucifix position, a murder that was widely believed to be tied to satanic activity. At the time is was such a sadistic and brutal crime that District Attorney Bret Burns and several law enforcement officers involved with the case said it was the most horrible crime they had ever seen. The 35th degree latitude was also where Timothy McVeigh carried out the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma, which killed 168 people and injured nearly 700 hundred others. Where did the Jamisons disappear? You guessed it, the 35th degree latitude
Blair's strange behavior came to a head on Friday, July 5, 1996. He withdrew his savings and emptied his safe deposit box of more than $6,000 in cash and thousands more in jewelry, gold, and platinum. It was the first stop on his dead-end run to Tennessee. The next stop was the Canadian-American border. On Sunday, Blair tried to enter the United States. But as an unmarried young man carrying a large amount of cash, Blair fit the profile of a drug trafficker. He was refused entry. The next day Blair showed up at his job. But he wasn’t there to work. He asked his boss for his check and quit.
Blair’s erratic behavior continued. That afternoon, he spent $1,600 on a round trip airline ticket to Frankfurt, Germany. His flight would leave the following day, but just hours after buying the ticket, Blair was again desperate to get into the United States. He showed up at a friend’s house in a panic, terrified that someone was trying to kill him. But his friend was unable to take him over the border.
Then on Tuesday, instead of leaving for Germany, Blair turned in his tickets, rented a car, and headed back to the border. This time, he managed to slip through. He ended up in Seattle, where, according to Lieutenant Jones, he bought a one-way ticket to Washington D.C.:
“He paid about $770 for a one-way ticket when he could’ve purchased a round-trip ticket for approximately $350 or $400. So it would’ve been half the price for… a round-trip ticket as he paid for a one-way ticket. It just seemed very unusual.”
Blair arrived in D.C. early Wednesday morning and headed to Knoxville, more than 500 miles southwest. Perry Moyers, a detective for the Knox County Sheriff’s Department, was one of the many perplexed investigators working on the case:
“I mean why go to D.C. to turn around and come back to Knoxville? He had no reason to be in east Tennessee. He had no reason to be in Knoxville. He knew no one in east Tennessee or the eastern United States.”
The farm’s descent into true strangeness started when the maid suddenly quit her job and wished to leave immediately. When asked why she had so suddenly decided to abruptly leave, Maria explained that she had been hearing strange voices and other noises in and around the house, as well as the sound of disembodied footsteps emanating from the attic. The terror stricken maid had become convinced that the house was haunted and wished to stay there not a moment longer. She was reportedly white faced and emaciated when she said her final goodbyes. After her departure, the Gruebers chalked it up to the poor woman being simply mentally disturbed.
Six months later, things got more bizarre when in the middle of March, 1922, Andreas was surveying his property after a snowstorm and discovered odd footprints in the snow that originated in the thick surrounding forest and led right up to the house. Eerily, there were no footprints to be found that actually led back out to the woods. Andreas searched all around the property looking for any further sign of the mysterious tracks, but there were none. Alarmed that a potentially dangerous intruder could be hiding in his home, Andreas conducted a thorough search of the house, and even the barn and tool shed, but found no further footprints and no sign of an intruder.
Adams, 31, of Surrey, British Columbia, was the foreman of a family-based construction firm that worked in Canada and Germany. There was a history of mental illness in his family, and Adams had spent years battling alcohol and drug addictions.
But for a year, Adams had stayed on the wagon and insisted to friends he was happy with his job and his life. In early July, however, Adams told a friend he was feeling ``stressed out'' and depressed. He announced he was going to quit his job, but he refused to say why.
At the Canadian border, Adams, who was traveling by ferry from Vancouver Island, was labeled by border officials as a possible drug courier and was denied passage into the United States. Hours later, he tried again, this time on foot. Once again, he was not allowed to cross over. On his third attempt, Adams rented a car to cloak his identity and finally was allowed passage. He traveled to a Seattle airport and checked in for his flight to Germany. But he never boarded the plane.
After paying for his gas, Adams suddenly could not find the key to his rental car. He called for a wrecker driver, who towed the Camry to an East Knoxville body shop to see what, if anything, could be done to start the car without the key.
Adams left the car with the wrecker driver, who gave Adams a ride to a motel on Strawberry Plains Pike. After going in and out of the lobby five times, Adams finally rented a room. He gave the clerk $100 and left without getting nearly $50 in change.
His jeans, shoes and socks had been removed from his body, and his green duffel bag was missing. Yet hundreds of dollars in both U.S. and foreign currency was scattered around Adams' body, and the fanny pack containing Adams' gold was left untouched.