Jack Holloway
hollowaypi.bsky.social
Jack Holloway
@hollowaypi.bsky.social
Private investigator | Whiskey enthusiast | Expert in bad decisions | No job too small, no trouble too big
Last post for a while. Either I catch whoever’s behind this… or I disappear too.

If someone else ends up with this account—check the vents.
May 25, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Haven’t slept in two nights. Every creak sounds like a footstep. Every shadow’s a shape.

But whoever’s watching—I’m watching back now.
May 24, 2025 at 4:47 PM
Went analog. No more phone. No more Wi-Fi. Just me, a notepad, and a locked drawer with a loaded .38.

If they want back in, they’ll have to knock this time.
May 23, 2025 at 5:59 PM
I set up my own camera. Motion-triggered. Facing the bed. Just for peace of mind.

Reviewed the footage this morning.

At 3:17 AM, I’m asleep. At 3:18, the camera cuts to black.
May 22, 2025 at 4:51 PM
Pulled a chair, checked the vent. Dust everywhere—except for one clean line where something was dragged. No camera. Nothing obvious.

But someone’s been in there.
May 21, 2025 at 4:43 PM
Can’t stop thinking about the angle of that photo. It wasn’t from the doorway. It was higher. Like from above the bed.

I looked up. The vent cover’s loose.

Wasn’t like that yesterday.
May 20, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Checked the locks again. Nothing broken. Nothing forced. But that picture didn’t take itself.

Someone was here. Someone close.

And they wanted me to know it.
May 19, 2025 at 1:52 PM
Went through my phone this morning. There’s a picture I don’t remember taking.

Me. Asleep.

I live alone.
May 4, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Heard something while I was trying to sleep. Like a click, real soft. Got up, checked the place. Nothing out of place. Nothing missing.

Still, hard to shake the feeling someone was here.
April 27, 2025 at 5:14 PM
Noticed my front door latch didn’t catch right tonight. Could’ve been nothing. Could’ve been wind. Could’ve been something else.

Double-checked the windows. Poured a drink. Left the hallway light on.
April 19, 2025 at 4:18 PM
Client ghosted me after I found out her boyfriend wasn’t cheating—just secretly taking dance lessons. I guess some truths are harder to hear than lies.
April 13, 2025 at 5:15 PM
Surveillance job today. Six hours in a car with bad coffee and a half-dead phone. The highlight? A cat sat on my hood and judged me for an hour.
April 4, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Coffee’s black, sky’s gray, and my inbox is full of bad decisions waiting to happen. Just another Thursday in the life of a PI.
March 27, 2025 at 5:49 PM
Long day. Case went nowhere, rent’s due, and my whiskey’s running low. At least I’ve got my bed to look forward to.

Locking up, shutting off my phone. No one needs a PI at 3 AM anyway.
March 23, 2025 at 5:42 PM