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ANNOUNCER: This program is
about unsolved mysteries.

Whenever possible, the
actual family members

and police officials
have participated

in recreating the events.

What you are about to see
is not a news broadcast.

ROBERT STACK: May 9, 1986,
Arizona State Prison,

Patrick Michael
Mitchell and two cohorts

stage a daring escape
in broad daylight.

Since then, Mitchell is
suspected of robbing five banks

of nearly $1 million and has
earned a spot on the FBI'S 10

Most Wanted List.

60 years ago in Ohio, an
eight-year-old farm boy

was disciplined
by his stepparents

and left to fend for himself
during the Depression.

Today Victor Scheiman is still
looking for his real family

and needs your help.

From Nevada, an eerie tale
of two families and one

haunted house.

One of the family claims
they took this picture

of a benevolent ghost.

The other family claims that
their spirits tormented them.

Also, the FBI is asking for your
help to track down a master con

man who is suspected
of brutally murdering

his wife and two stepdaughters.

Join me.

Perhaps you can help
solve a mystery.

December 14, 1987, 8:30 am.

[crash]

Nobody move!

Just put your hands up,
and no one will get hurt.

ROBERT STACK: Two men, wearing
Ronald Reagan masks held up

a bank in Gainesville, Florida.

Keep your hand up.

ROBERT STACK: The bank had
not yet opened for business.

Employees were marking
in the weekend deposits.

In less than five
minutes, the two robbers

made off with nearly $500,000.

Working with
similar MOs, the FBI

targeted Richard Joseph
Landry, alias Michael Garrison,

alias Roger Lanthorn.

They all turned out to be
the same man, Patrick Michael

Mitchell, one of the
most skilled bank

robbers in the country.

During the last 15
years, his heists have

netted close to $3 million.

Patrick Michael
Mitchell is an escape

artist, a master of disguise.

He changes identities like
most men change shirts.

Each time he Robinson bank he
wears a different comic mask,

Ronald Reagan, Richard
Nixon, even Bozo the Clown.

The FBI believes the masks
are Mitchell's way of thumbing

his nose at authority.

Today, after 14 bank
robberies in the United States

and Canada and two
prison escapes,

Mitchell is the newest
addition to the FBI'S

10 Most Wanted List.

I guess you
could best describe

him as being confident.

He's even vain, to a certain
extent, in that we believe him

to have taken the
prescription drug

of Retina A, which
supposedly helps

keep your youthful appearance.

He's been described as
having an athletic build.

He likes the ladies.

He fancies himself
as a gourmet cook.

Matter of fact,
we've even recovered

some cookbooks from the
trunk of one of his cars.

So far, we've developed at
least 25 different aliases

he's used in the past 11 years.

ROBERT STACK: In
1983, Patrick Mitchell

was given a 20 year
sentence at Arizona

State Prison for bank robbery.

On May 9, 1986, he and
two other prisoners

assigned to janitorial
duties staged a bold escape.

It had been meticulously planned
and precisely timed by Mitchell

himself.

None of the guards noticed that
the three men were missing.

No alarms had been set off.

Wearing street clothes, they
had hidden in a utility room,

the three convicts
simply walked outside.

A girlfriend of one of the
prisoners was waiting for them.

She had been duped into
believing that the men

were on a weekend furlough.

The escape went off
without a hitch.

One of the men
would eventually be

arrested in Atlanta, Georgia.

Patrick Michael Mitchell,
with the third escapee,

Johnny Salazar Stewart, headed
for Gainesville, Florida.

They come into a town,
a month or two in advance.

They come in on
several occasions,

stay at local hotels and
motels, we believe either

by staking out department
stores or armored car services,

they then determine when and
where they will make their hit.

The way I see it,
armored car gets

there between 8:15 and 8:20.

We'll watch them
go, and we go in--

ROBERT STACK: In
the fall of 1987,

Patrick Mitchell
and Johnnie Stewart

began planning a
robbery in Gainesville.

Mitchell rented a
self-storage unit

with a good view of both the
bank they intended to rob

and the armored car company
that served the bank.

Mitchell pretended to load and
unload boxes from the storage

unit, while he observed the
routine operating movements

of the armored car company.

Patrick Mitchell never went
inside the bank himself.

Instead, he sent Johnny
Stewart to scout the interior.

Actually it's a pretty
good idea, this individual

after they open an account,
has a legitimate reason

for being in the bank.

So there will be no questions
for an individual who

has an account there,
walking around, looking

around, and conversing
with different customers

and employees.

He can also be there
when deliveries are made

by the armored car
services possibly,

where he can see actually
what they're doing

and how they're doing it
after deliveries are made.

ROBERT STACK: 7:30 AM,
the day of the robbery.

Mitchell and Stewart meet at
the self-storage facility.

7:50 AM, bank employees
begin filing in

to prepare for business hours.

The bank will open in
one hour and 10 minutes.

The armored car leaves
to pick up deposits

from several nearby stores.

VOICE ON PHONE: I've
got a bomb planted.

ROBERT STACK: 8:10, the
Gainesville police operator

receives a bomb threat.

Can you tell me what
time it's going to go off?

ROBERT STACK: His target,
a junior high school

in the Northeast Gainesville--

It's going to go
off in 10 minutes?

ROBERT STACK: --the same
police district as the bank.

Hello?

ROBERT STACK: 8:22, the armored
car guards arrive at the bank,

swelling its total deposits
on hand to $300,000.

Simultaneously, patrol
cars are dispatched

to the site of the bomb threat,
32 blocks from the bank.

Police now believe
that Patrick Mitchell

phoned in the false alarm
as a diversionary tactic.

8: 25 AM, Mitchell and
Stewart make their move.

[crash]

[scream]

Don't anybody move.

Put your hands up, and
no one will get hurt.

Where are the money bags
that the armored car just

dropped off?

I was thinking, he's either
going to shoot somebody,

or he's going to
take someone hostage.

I was very frightened.

I remembered laying on
the floor in the back,

and I kept thinking, I'll never
see my husband or my children

again.

I started to cry.

I remember thinking that he was
going to shoot me in the back.

Keep your hands up,
and no one will get hurt.

This is a bomb.

Nobody move, and
it won't go off.

ROBERT STACK: As
the two men flee,

Mitchell drops a bag
containing $28,000.

Nevertheless, their take for
the day is nearly $500,000.

The bomb is a phony, but it
buys valuable escape time.

8:40 AM, a woman who works
at the storage facility

sees Mitchell drive away,
a rack full of clothes

hung across the back seat.

It is the last sighting
of Patrick Michael

Mitchell in Gainesville.

Two months after the
Gainesville robbery,

Johnny Salazar Stewart
was apprehended.

Despite his innocent plea,
he was tried and convicted

for his role in the
robbery and is today

serving a 40 year sentence.

A year after the robbery,
Patrick Mitchell's Cadillac

was found abandoned at a
storage facility in Tallahassee,

150 miles from Gainesville.

The car was clean of evidence,
but Mitchell did leave nine

cookbooks in the back seat.

During the last two years,
Mitchell has been sighted

in Texas, Georgia, and Alabama.

However, he is Canadian
and authorities believe he

could have returned to Canada.

His last known alias
with Johnny Grant.

I think is imperative that we
find Patrick Michael Mitchell,

because I don't believe
that he'll be stopping

with the Gainesville robbery.

Based on his previous
activities in the past 11

years and his hit
frequency, I believe

that it's not if he's going to
hit but when he's going to hit.

ROBERT STACK: Next,
the poignant saga

of a little boy torn from his
family during the Depression.

Perhaps you can help reunite him
with his brothers and sisters.

Dillonvale, Ohio,
1929, the darkest days

of the Great Depression.

For an 8-year-old
farm boy named Frank,

the hard times, common
to all Americans,

were especially cruel.

Here's your bucket, Pa.

I had the chickens to
feed and the grass to cut

and the chores to do, and
of course, I was busy.

I didn't mind that so
much, but I'd like to have

been fed afterwards though.

ROBERT STACK: For as far
back as he can remember,

Frank's hardships went
beyond his thankless chores.

Frank, have you
fed the chickens yet?

What have you been doing,
you're such a lazy boy.

This whole barn
has to be cleaned.

This new hay--

I was beaten.

I went so hungry, the smell
of the food made me sick.

No supper for you.

I wasn't allowed in the house.

I'd sleep in the barn most
of the time or with the dog.

I was bitter, angry, and
a very upset young man,

to say the least.

ROBERT STACK: By age
nine, Frank's life

had completely disintegrated.

His parents informed him
that he wasn't even their son

and ordered him off the
farm and out of their lives.

Frank was told that his real
parents didn't want him either.

They had turned him over to
the state welfare department

just days after he was born.

Frank was left to
fend for himself.

He had no family and no
idea who he really was.

The search for a missing
family and one's true identity

can be a difficult ordeal.

Many times years of research
end with disappointment

in the dust-covered files of
some county record department.

For those who do
succeed, the solution

can sometimes be more
painful than the quest, when

a child discovers he
was abandoned by parents

who simply didn't care.

This was a fear that
haunted nine-year-old Frank,

whose search for the truth would
last more than half a century.

After being put out
of his home, Frank

was shuffled from
state institutions

to foster families
and back again.

I was a ward of
the state of Ohio.

I ate at the soup kitchens.

I stole food off the front
of stores, just to eat now.

I was not a thief.

I didn't know anything
about my parents.

I was told all types of stories,
like the family deserted me.

I just was lost.

Frank, Frank.

ROBERT STACK: As a teenager,
Frank's troubles continued.

Did you hear my question?

Did you read your
homework last night?

ROBERT STACK: The belief
that his birth parents

had willfully
abandoned him, left

Frank dispirited and aimless.

Frank, this is the
third time in two weeks.

You're going to
stay after school

and write the entire chapter
on pronouns until you finish.

ROBERT STACK: But at 16, his
life took an unexpected turn.

A concerned social worker
confirmed that Frank

was not his real name.

He had been born
Victor Scheiman.

The counselor also
made a promise.

If Frank applied himself
and stayed in school,

his real parents would
be in the audience

when he received his diploma.

They told me my name
was Victor Scheiman.

I had a family, that he would
see that my parents would

be there on my graduation day.

And I buckled down
and went to work.

ROBERT STACK: That
day Frank had worked

so hard for finally came.

He was going to meet
his real family.

Frank asked that he officially
be graduated Victor Scheiman.

It was the first time
he used his real name.

Victor Scheiman.

I thought if my parents
were in the audience,

they would hear the name
and they would respond.

Lisa Goldblatt.

Nobody showed up.

Andy

Robinson.

And it turned out to be one
of the sorriest days of my life.

I wrote to the Bureau of
Charities, the Welfare

Departments State of Ohio.

And the answer that I received
that nothing could be found.

They knew very little.

And that my family had just
disappeared without a trace.

So I gave up.

ROBERT STACK: At a
complete dead end,

Victor had no choice but to
move ahead with his life.

In the 1950s, he
married Eleanor Kell

and started a family of his own.

For 34 years, Victor
all but abandoned

the hope of finding his family.

But in 1984, Victor
learned of an organization

in Reynoldsburg,
Ohio, called Reunite,

a support group for people
searching for lost loved ones.

An old school chum
told me about this group

and I thought, well,
what have I got to lose?

A little bit of time,
I can spare that.

So I went and I was very amazed.

My name is Victor Scheiman.

I was born September the
5th, 1921 in Alliance, Ohio.

ROBERT STACK: Victor
told the group

the story of his childhood.

That evening he met amateur
genealogist, Rose Murphy.

I've been searching for
them all these years.

This man has spent his
entire life, 60 plus years,

without any knowledge
of his history.

And I couldn't believe
that that could be true.

And it just went
crossgrains to everything

I believe in, because
I think everyone

has the right to their history.

ROBERT STACK: Rose
Murphy was determined

to find Victor's family and
solve the puzzle which had

eluded Victor his entire life.

She began sifting
through a labyrinth

of state adoption
records, county welfare

files, and old newspapers.

Incredibly, less
than a week later,

she discovered the obituary
of a Hungarian immigrant

named Lena Shimon.

Lena had died in
1921, just hours

after giving birth
to her 11th child.

The baby's name, Victor.

And I contacted a
Hungarian language professor.

He said that he would
venture to guess,

and would probably be right,
that the family name was

actually Simon, a
common Hungarian family

name, but pronounced by
a Hungarian spoken person

and heard by an English ear,
would be spelled as Scheiman

or Shiman, or any other
forms of spelling depending

upon the person hearing it.

Within 20 minutes, I
had located Victor's

original birth certificate,
that had sat here for 64 years.

They hadn't caught
it, because they're

searching for it as
the Scheiman family,

rather than the Simon family.

ROBERT STACK: Information
found in the obituary and birth

certificate enabled Rose
to reconstruct the events

surrounding Victor's birth.

Victor's father, Dan Simon,
had worked for the railroad

in Alliance, Ohio,
just 100 miles

from where Victor had grown up.

Just before Victor's birth,
a tragic series of events

was set into motion that would
separate him from his family.

Ah!

Hey, hey!

Throw the switch!

Throw the switch!

ROBERT STACK: The bones in Dan
Simon's ankle were shattered.

He was rushed to the hospital.

That afternoon, Dan's wife,
Lena, went into labor.

Push, that's it.

You've got to help me.

Good.

I can imagine a tremendous
struggle going on physically as

well as emotionally in that
room as Lena gave life to Victor

and lost her own in the process.

I will fear no evil
for thou art with me.

They rod and thy staff--

According to her
obituary, Mr. Simon

was take from the
hospital to the funeral.

With this broken ankle,
the father being totally

unable to care for
the child, Welfare

placed the child for
foster care, and in fact

indicated in their
records that the father

agreed to that foster care
only with great regret.

Here he is, a strong
and healthy boy.

His name is Victor.

We've decided
to call him Frank.

Frank.

I feel very strongly that
his father returned to Welfare

after he recuperated and was
out of the hospital, and said,

you know, you have
my son, Victor Simon.

I want my son back.

He could very possibly
have been told,

we don't have anybody by that
name, which they didn't have.

They had a Victor
Emanuel Scheiman.

They didn't have a Victor
Simon in their records.

ROBERT STACK: Victor
Scheiman can take comfort

in knowing that he was not
truly an unwanted child,

but rather a victim of an
unlikely conspiracy of events.

However, several pieces
to the puzzle of his life

are still missing.

I hope that I meet
some member of my family

to know that I belong.

I want to know what happened.

I want my children
to have their side

of the family, like uncles,
brothers, sisters, and so on.

I just want to see
somebody and talk

to somebody that I belong to.

ROBERT STACK: When we return,
a brutal attack leaves a mother

and her two daughters dead.

A woman's husband is
wanted for murder.

Las Vegas, city of big
dreams and high rollers.

This desert town has
attracted every kind

of crooked and con man.

However during, the last
decade, the dry climate

and limitless entertainment
have also begun to attract

a large retirement community.

Frank Allen, a Los
Angeles businessman,

bought his dream
retirement home in 1986.

It was located in an
elegant gated community

10 miles from
downtown Las Vegas.

As a temporary measure,
he rented the house

to another family,
maintaining a room

for himself as well for
his frequent business trips

to Nevada.

But Frank Allen had
no idea that Joe

Smith, the man who
was renting his house,

had an unsavory past.

Joe Weldon Smith, who called
himself a real estate investor,

had a long history as a con
man and had once been convicted

of attempted grand theft.

He lived in the Nevada
house with his wife, Judith,

and her two daughters from a
previous marriage, 12-year-old

Christy and 20-year-old Wendy.

On October 6, 1990,
Frank Allen expected

to have the house to himself.

Joe Smith had said
that he and his family

would be out of
town for a few days.

Instead of a restful
weekend, Allen

had stepped into a nightmare.

I locked the door
behind me and went

up to the top of the steps and
unlock the bedroom and went in.

I started undressing,
took off my jacket,

shirt, tie, and suddenly
stopped in my track, and said,

something is wrong.

I said, I don't know what it
is, but something is wrong.

Joe, what the hell
are you doing?

I grabbed him at the wrist
on that arm, his right arm,

and that's when I shook him.

And I said, Joe, what in the
hell are you trying to do?

And then it was clear to me
that he was trying to murder me.

Coming down the steps, I
said, now, I've locked myself

in with these double
dead bolts, and I don't

have time to reach for a key.

So I ran across the foyer into
the living room dining room.

And sure enough, he went
the opposite direction

to head me off in the kitchen.

And I doubled back
for the front door.

I still didn't think I had
time to fumble for a key,

so I went straight
through the door.

[tires screech]

He stood in the door
and glared at me

and then walked back in
the direction of the bar.

And I drove my car
up to the guard gate,

and said to the guard,
call the police.

There's a man in my house.

Joe!

Joe, it's the police.

If you're in there, come on out.

ROBERT STACK: 10 minutes
later, local police

arrive at the house, expecting
to find Joe Smith still inside.

They quickly made their
way from the living room

to a downstairs bedroom.

Joe!

Come on out, Joe.

ROBERT STACK: They thought
they had cornered Joe

Smith hiding under a blanket.

Instead they were confronted
with a tragic scene

of 12-year-old Christie
Cox, Smith's stepdaughter.

She had been strangled
and bludgeoned to death.

It was obvious that she had
been dead for quite some time.

She had several wounds to
the face and to her head.

In the next bedroom, they
forcefully entered that also,

and that's when Wendy Cox was
found, laying beside the bed.

She had approximately 32
wounds to her heads and hands,

defensive wounds to her hands.

And she had also been strangled.

Officers went upstairs, searched
the open rooms, the game room

and so forth, and then
went to the master bedroom,

entered that.
The doors were closed.

They entered that bedroom,
and that's when they found

Judith Smith, lying in the bed.

ROBERT STACK: Judith
Smith, Joe's wife

and mother of the two girls, had
also been bludgeoned to death.

Police later determined that
the three victims had been dead

for approximately 18 hours.

[phone rings]

Hello?

ROBERT STACK: Two hours after
the bodies were discovered,

Smith telephoned his
wife's daughter-in-law.

It's Joe.

ROBERT STACK: He denied all
involvement in the murders.

Joe?

What's going on?

It's after 4:00 in the morning.

Are you sitting down?

Yes.

Approximately 4:30 in the
morning, on October 6th,

he called her on the phone told
her that her mother and sisters

had been murdered
and he had killed

one of the people
that did the killing

and knew who the
other ones were.

Where are you?

It doesn't matter
where I am right now.

You just have to believe I
had nothing to do with it.

If I don't kill
myself, I'm going

to find the guys who did it.

I know who they are.

And I'm going to kill them.

In my opinion it was
a ruse by Mr. Smith

to get support from Judith
Smith's family members

and make them
believe that he was

not involved in the killings.

ROBERT STACK: Joe Smith fled
in a gold Lincoln Continental

with vanity Nevada license
plates reading Smitty 2.

He is wanted on three
counts of murder

and one count of attempted
murder with a deadly weapon.

Smith is 50 years old, six feet
tall and weighs 160 pounds.

He has brown hair
and brown eyes.

He may be working
in real estate.

Police are still puzzled
by what appears to have

been on motiveless crime.

By all accounts, the Smiths'
marriage was a happy one.

Though Joe Smith was in
dire financial straits,

he was not named
in his wife's will,

nor did he have life
insurance policies

for her or her daughters.

Authorities believe
Smith may now

be somewhere in the Southwestern
United States or Mexico.

Just minutes after we
profiled Smith's case,

an anonymous viewer
called our telecenter

to report that the
fugitive was living

near Los Angeles, California.

Smith was hiding
out at this motel,

but managed to escape before
he could be apprehended.

Once we establish that Joe
Weldon Smith was in the Los

Angeles area, we
focused our attention

to his brother, who we know
that he had close contact with.

After five days of
surveilling this brother,

we established where the
suspect was residing.

20 minutes later,
Joe Weldon Smith

was arrested at another local
motel, where he was registered

under an assumed name.

Inside Smith's room, detectives
recovered several credit

and identification cards.

Smith told police that
he was in the process

of creating a new identity.

At the time of his
arrest, Joe Smith

indicated to me that he
had seen the last airing

of the "Unsolved
Mysteries" program.

He also told me that it was
very tough being a fugitive,

and he always knew someone
would be knocking at the door

one day.

He's kind of glad it's
all over at this point.

ROBERT STACK: Next,
former residents

claim that this
house is haunted,

but are the spirits
friendly, evil,

or just a figment of
overactive imaginations?

In the tiny hamlet
of Fish Springs,

Nevada stands a 100-year-old
Kansas style farm house.

It was originally built next
to a graveyard in Virginia City

and has been moved three times.

Some people find it
very odd that the house

has managed to survive
for more than a century.

Others believe the
explanation is simple.

They say this house is haunted.

I'd like to see it destroyed.

I think it is a center
point for spirits.

The house has something
keeping it alive.

I'd like see it
burned to the ground.

I've always loved older homes.

And I'm fascinated by them, by
their building, and the fact

that they have so much
history that they've

withstood all that time.

I just feel like they have
a memory of their own,

just like people.

They can remember
the past and things

that have happened there.

ROBERT STACK: There's
something about haunted houses

that even the most
skeptical among us

finds difficult to resist.

Perhaps it's because they
bring back childhood memories

of things that go
bump in the night,

or perhaps they just
like a good ghost story.

This is a tale of two families,
the Kelseys and the Robinsons.

Both families believe they
had supernatural encounters

while they lived in
the Nevada house,

but the end result would
be very different for each.

Is this a story of a congenial
and well-meaning spirit?

Is it the tale of a
fearsome poltergeist?

Or is it simply a tale?

You will no doubt have
an opinion of your own.

The Kelsey family bought the
house on May 2, 1978, 100 years

to the day after the man
who built it had died.

From the beginning,
there was something eerie

about the house.

I felt like we had gotten
more than we bargained for.

And I wouldn't walk through
the house in the dark at all

for fear that I was going to run
into something, something that

wasn't supposed to be there.

Just as you're getting to
sleep, you would hear footsteps

walking up and down stairs.

What's wrong?

My husband would
tell me that he heard

a swishing noise like the
rustle of the old chiffon skirts

was how he described it.

Sounds like swishing to me.

We got really scared,
or I did anyway,

thinking that either there
really was something happening

in the house or we had just
seen too many scary movies,

and my imagination
was running wild

because it was an old house.

The Kelsey's daughter, Jennifer,
who was then four years old

had an even more
bizarre experience.

I had just woken
up for some reason.

I don't know why.

And I remember, I rolled over
and I looked at my bedroom door

and I saw this little boy.

And he looked like he was sad.

And, the man, he just looked
like he was really concerned.

And it was only there
for a few seconds

but then it just
like disappeared.

It was weird.

They didn't looked
familiar to me at all,

but the way they
were looking at me

just seemed like they knew me.

It was just really weird.

For some reason I keep thinking
that the levitation was

the same night that I saw him.

For some reason I just combined
the two together in memory.

But I just remember
laying there in my bed.

It Seemed like the whole
bed was just like floating.

After Jennifer told
me what had happened,

I was very scared
that things were

starting to happen that aren't
supposed to happen normally.

And I told my husband
about it, and he asked me

if she was actually levitated.

And I said, from what she was
saying, that what it sounded

like.

ROBERT STACK: Jim
and Susan Kelsey

often heard strange
footsteps approaching

their daughter's bedroom.

They were concerned
for her safety.

In desperation,
the Kelseys decided

to call a local man,
Daniel Martin, who

had a reputation as a psychic.

When I first talked
to Mrs. Kelsey,

she was more concerned,
confused, because she didn't

understand what was happening.

ROBERT STACK: After
visiting the house,

Martin returned to his room and
put himself into a deep trance.

Incredibly, Martin says that
while he was in the trance,

he met Kelsey's ghost.

I contacted an
entity, appeared

to me as a sailing man.

That's what came to my mind.

He had the mustache.

And at that time I
asked him, who are you?

And he told me his
name was Samuel.

And he told me at the time
that his purpose there

was to protect the child and he
was there not to harm anyone.

Then I explained to him that
he was frightening the family,

and Samuel promised not to do
these things in the future,

not to frighten them by doing
frightening things to them.

Jennifer asked me, she said,
does that mean he's going away?

And I said, I don't know.

And then a couple of weeks
later, things had quieted down,

and she asked me if
he had moved away,

and I said, I didn't know.

And she said, well,
I don't think he did.

She says, I think
he's up to the attic.

ROBERT STACK: The
Kelseys became convinced

that their ghost, Samuel, was a
spirit who meant them no harm.

Three years later, in 1981, they
moved to a more modern house

nearby.

The old home was leased
to a potential buyer.

By now, the Kelseys
had three children,

including an infant son.

When my son was
seven weeks old,

I had taken some pictures of
him and I had run out of flash,

and I had the rest of the
roll of film to use up.

And so I decided to
try to get the pictures

taken of him anyway.

And I propped him
up on the love seat

next to a lamp, with some
stuffed animals around him,

and proceeded to take the
rest of the roll of film,

figuring there should
be enough light.

When I went to pick the
pictures up, I opened them up

and I pulled them out, and there
was a man on the first picture.

And I thought, these
aren't my pictures.

So I went through them.

And after that initial
picture, everything in there,

the roll was of my son.

And I checked my negative
and the man was on it.

The only way I can
explain the photograph

is that it is of
our ghost, Samuel,

because my daughter
had told me about

three weeks earlier that she
felt that he had moved with us.

And I didn't believe her.

And I just saw the
picture of him,

and it was his way
of telling us that he

had in fact moved with us.

That was the only
explanation there was.

ROBERT STACK: The mysterious
photograph became front page

news in Fish Springs.

Interestingly, nobody in
town recognized the man

in the picture.

"Unsolved Mysteries" brought
in photographic expert Vernon

Miller to analyze the snapshot.

I can't say precisely
how this image was formed.

There's not enough evidence.

The image is three dimensional
and has reflected qualities

where the skin is tight against
the skull, it's brighter

and there's highlights there.

A manifestation of
a ghost is usually

thought of as transparent
or self-illuminant,

and this is definitely
reflected light.

I detected lines, horizontal
lines, across the image.

In conclusion, I would
say that Samuel's ghost

was made of of a large
television screen.

The picture of
Samuel is not a fake.

There is a lot of things
that can't be explained.

And I just think
this is one of them.

I know I can't
explain how somebody

came out in my picture that
wasn't there when I snapped it.

ROBERT STACK: The Kelseys insist
they have never photographed

their television screen.

Could the picture be a
simple accident, even a hoax?

Or could it really be a ghost?

For 15 months the new tenants
of the Fish Springs house

reported nothing
out of the ordinary.

But then in October
of 1989, the house

was rented to another family.

Steve and Mona
Robinson knew nothing

about the house's ghostly past.

Soon, however, the
Robinson family

was caught up in the middle
of it's very own ghost story.

I felt that there was
ghosts in the house,

but then I kept
telling myself no.

And things started
happening more and more,

the footsteps, the bangs.

I'd bring it up to
Steve once in a while,

and he would say, no, there's
got to be some reason why

all this is happening.

It's an old house.

We even thought about pipes.

We thought of all
kinds of things.

ROBERT STACK: The Robinsons
became extremely concerned

when their 11-year-old
son, Garrett, began to have

frightening experiences.

I started hearing noises
upstairs like it was walking,

bangings, and stuff.

After I heard the laughing,
I went up to the top

of the stairs by myself.

I was scared though because
I heard all these footsteps

[inaudible].

And there was a whole bunch
of walking around [inaudible]

while I was upstairs.

Then I started hearing humming,
three different like voices,

a higher one, [inaudible].

I then ran out the door.

When I got out, when I
was inside my driveway,

there was all this banging
of the screen door.

And then for some reason,
I looked over to the window

and I saw this old guy and
he had this grin on his face,

a smirky grin, not
like a real mean one,

like he was trying to be mean.

ROBERT STACK: Six-year-old
Miles was the next child to fall

under the spell of the house.

I remember one night I was
getting lifted out of bed.

Got lifted up pretty high.

And I didn't know
what was happening.

I just got lifted up.

Well I had told my
husband then that I

didn't want to live there.

And he said, well, he goes,
they're not going to hurt us.

He wasn't afraid.

ROBERT STACK:
Finally, Mona Robinson

reached the end of her rope.

My husband and I were
getting ready to go to bed

and I couldn't sleep.

And I could hear
bangs in the hallway,

like coming down the stairs.

Then all of a sudden I
heard, right behind my bed,

in a man's voice
called me a bitch.

It was a bad voice, mad, angry.

I thought, you know,
that she was going nuts.

But at the same
time, I believed her.

She refused to go to bed.

She was always afraid that
once we got in the bed,

the noises would start.

So she'd stay up all night long.

I felt like they were
trying to drive me crazy.

I would never believe anybody
that told me what has happened

to me, I wouldn't believe them.

I do believe now, because
we had it happen to us.

You never believe anything like
that until it happens to you.

ROBERT STACK: January 31,
1990, the Robinsons moved

out of the house, less than four
months after they had moved in.

The Kelseys, who still
owned the house once

again called in Daniel Martin.

Once again, he put
himself into a trance.

Once again he claimed
he met ghosts,

this time different ones.

That time I encountered
three entities,

two men and one woman.

My first impressions when
I approached these entities

were that they were of
the Virginia City era

back in the old days.

These entities were
not destructive,

they were just
cantankerous, kind

of a rowdy little
gang of troublemakers,

had been and still was.

ROBERT STACK:
Martin says he asked

the spirits to leave the house.

But it was too late to
do the Robinson any good.

They were already
settled in a new home,

far away from hauntings
and poltergeists.

To most of us, this
saga sounds incredible.

But the Kelseys
and the Robinsons

take it very seriously.

It is interesting to
note that last year,

the Kelseys sold the
house to a couple

with two children, who
bought with full knowledge

of the stories of
spirits and haunting.

The new owners have been in
the home for eight months

and have reported no
unusual phenomena.

Perhaps ghosts, like
many other things

exist only in the eyes
of the beholder, perhaps.

On our next 'Unsolved
Mysteries," for a lonely widow,

Eric Kessler is like a dream
come true, charming, elegant,

and cosmopolitan, he has
the perfect qualities

for a potential husband
and a master con man.

His elaborate schemes
have allegedly

netted more than $150,000 from
at least four vulnerable women.

Authorities are convinced
that his list of victims

is much longer
and still growing.

Join me for our next edition
of "Unsolved Mysteries."

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