All language subtitles for Conversations With A Serial Killer - S01E02 - Charles Starkweather

If serial killers could speak from
beyond the grave, would they be willing

talk to us?

My name is Julie McDonald. I'm an
investigative journalist.

And I'm Bobby Marqueso, an ex -cop and
psychic medium.

And together, we aim to have a
conversation with a serial killer.

Charlie Stockweather was a punk.

He took out his murderous rage on
innocent victims.

Those people meant nothing to him.

Anybody in his way was going down.

Stockweather, are you expecting him to
interact with us in any way? Yes, he's

here.

If it starts getting just too much, then
we need to get out. Are you here,

Stockweather?

Something is over there.

Is there anybody in here?

Come on, do more than that. Make a sound
or something.

What the hell is that?

Charles Starkweather is thought to be
one of America's most frenzied and

barbaric killers.

On the 21st of January, 1958,
Starkweather and his teenage girlfriend,

Carol Ann Fugate, embarked on an eight
-day killing spree that left ten people

dead and the whole state of Nebraska
living in fear.

With his flicked back hair and love of
fast cars, Charles Darkweather was a

teen rebel.

On the surface, he was a James Dean
devotee with dreams of escaping the

of small -town Nebraska.

Yet behind that arrogant swagger,
Charles Starkweather was a vicious

would stop at nothing to get what he
wanted.

In recent years, cinema has glamorized
his story.

The infamous crime spree has been the
inspiration for films like Badlands,

California, and Natural Born Killers.
But far from being a movie hero, Charles

Starkweather was a ferocious killer
whose murderous rampages will be

forever.

This is the story of teenage lovers who
became teenage killers.

Charles Starkweather will go down in
history as one of the most vicious

in the United States.

He was a horrific killer. There's no
question about that.

We were on the trail of Starkweather's
spirit.

We're tracing the steps of his campaign
of terror from the rural farms of

Nebraska to the open plains of Wyoming.

We will investigate Carol Fugate's
junior high, where the murderous couple

courted.

Before moving on to the Wyoming State
Pen, a derelict and haunted prison.

But which Starkweather would we find?
The bow -legged kid from a respectable

blue -collar family or the ruthless
spree killer who famously said he always

wanted to be an outlaw?

Charlie Starkweather does still haunt
Lincoln today and haunts Nebraska.

If he's in a spirit form and he realizes
he can torment the living, he's going

to do it.

Lincoln, Nebraska, 1958.

News of a brutal mass killing shocks the
quiet city.

He killed Carol Fugate's parents and
baby sister, and apparently there was a

fight and a struggle at the house, and
that's what started the whole spree.

Her family was a roadblock to his
relationship with Carol Fugate, and so

he simply removed the roadblock.

Those killers would immediately leave
the scene.

Charlie and Carol stayed in the house
for six days with the bodies out in the

barn, living as man and wife, watching
TV, having sex, eating.

I think it was a fantasy world for them.

And so began a chain of events.

You see another seven innocent people
lose their lives in eight frantic days.

The 19 -year -old was now responsible
for the slaying of 11 people.

Starkweather would have continued to
kill and kill and kill until he was

apprehended or killed himself.

I wanted to begin our investigation by
speaking to someone who had first -hand

knowledge of this horrific scar on
Lincoln's history.

I'd arranged for us to meet Dave Hamer,
a former photographer for the Omaha ABC

television station.

Dave had covered all of the Nebraska
killings. Would his insight help us to

contact the troubled teen spirit?

The Starkweather rampage was certainly
the biggest crime wave that ever hit the

state of Nebraska.

People went to their homes, locked the
doors, which is unusual for this part of

the country at that time.

Schools were closed.

Businesses were shut down.

There weren't many people on the streets
because no one knew where Starkweather

was. At one point, I witnessed a
milkman, a little metal basket of

milk bottles in one hand and a shotgun
in the other.

If Starkweather had been found by
someone other than the law authority, he

probably would have been killed because
emotions were running very, very high at

that time.

Obviously, this was a massive story. And
being a young reporter at the time, I

mean, how did you feel in that
situation?

I'd only been on television news about
two years when this happened.

It was a massive story.

Biggest thing that ever happened to any
of us. Having seen six bodies and nine

bodies being carried away, we were
concerned about our own safety.

I don't exaggerate when I say this was a
frightful time.

Dark weather clearly struck fear into
the hearts of 50s America.

But did he still have the power to do it
now?

I heard footsteps.

Place those funny things to your head.

Look at this. It's got it on the meter.
The meter's going crazy.

Charles Darkweather was born to a poor
yet hard -working family, but like many

other killers, his formative years were
unhappy ones.

Darkweather was an individual who was
very primitive, very inadequate.

He was actually oozing with inadequacy.
He was short, 5 '2", he was bow -legged,

he had a speech impediment, he was the
object of ridicule and teasing amongst

children.

He took a job as a garbage man in a high
-class neighborhood, and he was known

to shout curses and insults from the
truck to the people in this

He just wanted to kill because he was so
angry and filled with hatred towards

the world itself.

But Starkweather's life took a turn when
he met schoolgirl Carol Ann Fugate, a

then 13 -year -old from the Belmont area
of Lincoln.

All these years he had been picked on,
and here's someone that actually liked

him, wanted to hang out with him and be
around him. He really took to doing

everything he could to impress Carol.
He'd buy her stuff, whatever he could

afford. Really made her the center of
his life.

To start her paranormal investigation,
we would have to return to the beginning

of their relationship before
Starkweather had committed his first

Whittier School is thought to be
America's first junior high, and the

that Carol Fugate was attending when she
met her homicide lover.

So this is Whittier Junior High School
where Carol Fugate spent some of her

junior high years. And this was really
where it all began for Carol Fugate.

and Charles Barkweather. This building
has never been paranormally investigated

before. I think this school is going to
give us some idea of how the schoolgirl

and the dropout became the killers that
they did.

The school is now derelict, a graveyard
of memories.

The long lonely corridors are deserted,
the classrooms empty.

The only signs of life are the pigeons.

But we were hoping to find more than
just birds.

What can you tell me about Whittier
Junior High School?

Well, this actually was the first
building that was built expressly as a

high school in the United States. And it
was used as a junior high from 1923

until 1977.

And the building's fallen into...

some level of disrepair, but is it quite
similar to how it would have been

throughout its history?

Yeah, if you walk through here, you see
the auditorium just as it was when it

was built in 1923, you know, the spooky
gymnasium that just as it was.

You know, I walked through here the
other day, and there was nobody in the

building except me, and you start to
almost hear things. You start to hear a

teacher in a classroom.

You start to hear, you know, feet in the
hallway, and you turn, and there's

nothing there. So it's a little bit of
a...

Spooky feeling when you walk through
this building.

Yeah, I'm hearing stuff down there
already.

As the school descended into the gloom
of night, we prepared to investigate the

Whittier for the first time.

Would we find Starkweather here, a
spirit stuck in detention, lurking in

labyrinths of corridors and rooms?

Bobby, we're standing on the steps here,
just ahead of the doors for Whittier

Junior High School.

Things that we can discount in a
building like this, obviously kind of,

know, radiated banging, any sort of like
pipes and that sort of thing. Right.

But apart from that, there's nobody else
here. There's nobody else here.

Already, some of the areas that we've
checked out, getting that spooky feeling

that kind of you get that there's
another presence in here.

Starkweather, are you expecting him to
interact with us in any way? Yes, he's

here. And he's just standing over there
watching us and very interested in what

we're doing. So there's no doubt that
it's going to be you, me, and Charles

Starkweather going through this place.

I suppose this is when they've had...

Such a part of this.

He's right there.

Who's right there?

Gerald Stockweather.

Let me show you what he's doing.

He wasn't very tall, was he? He was
about this tall.

Classic James Dean pose.

He's got the cigarette in his hand.

You're convinced that Stockweather is
here.

In spirit, are you simply happy to have
him tag along?

I'm not happy to have him tag along.
He's going to tag along whether we want

to or not. I would be cautious. I
would... I would definitely

keep an eye over one's shoulder.

I was alarmed that Bobby felt that dark
weather had already attached himself to

us. The night had barely begun.

All right, we're in the auditorium right
now.

And the wind is really howling in the
back, so we may get some of that noise

here.

It's incredibly atmospheric in here,
isn't it? I mean, you couldn't fail to

an atmosphere because it's an abandoned
place, isn't it?

Is there somebody here with us?

What is your name?

Is this Charles Stockweather?

You obviously had the courage to kill in
life. Do you have the courage to show

yourself now?

Is there anything that you can do to
make some kind of a noise or presence so

that I know this is you?

There's so many noises in here.

Absolutely, I heard footsteps.

It was kind of up here, I think. It was
up over in the corner.

I have to tell you, some of the other
things I'm experiencing are

lights that are out of the corner of my
eye.

which are often suggesting their spirit
activity, but also shadow movement, like

just as you turn and then a shadow just
like slinks away into the

background.

Hello?

That sounds like footsteps. Yeah, it
does, definitely.

Just right down at the end there.

There's definitely...

A presence down there.

Why don't I go and stand down there and
try that again and see if I can hear it.

I heard footsteps.

You did?

I'm going to shut these lights off real
quick. Okay.

It was definitely around here, Bobby,
that I heard what sounded very much to

like footsteps.

Hello?

Is somebody here?

Hello?

Is there anybody here?

Did you hear that, like a door opening?
Yeah.

Let's go down. Let's go down.

Yeah.

It was that type of squeak.

I mean, it had to be pretty loud.

See, I'm hearing it. Did you hear that?

I can hear bits and pieces, but I feel
like I need something much more audible.

But the thing is, we shouldn't be
hearing any bits and pieces.

Yeah. Well, aside of the old creeks and
kind of old building stuff, right?

Hang on.

Hang on.

Are you hearing that?

There's a freight train, and there's the
wind. No.

It sounds almost like a, I don't know,
like a window opening or closing.

That's what I'm saying.

Place this funny thing into your head.

Hello?

Could some of these noises be attributed
to the fact that earlier,

you were sure that Starkweather was
there. Do you think, is there an element

being played with? If he could be
playing with us, that's totally in his

personality.

Because I'm also feeling the presence
over my back.

I mean, that must have been how
Starkweather's victims felt, I would

they even had a chance to, because he
quite often shot them from behind.

Charles, is this you around here trying
to make yourself known?

Look at this. Look, look, look, look,
look. Oh, yeah.

The fact that it's going bug wild like
that generally suggests that there's

activity.

I got it on the meter. The meter's going
crazy.

You get huge fluctuations.

Yeah, right here on the tips of my...
Come on, do more than that. Make a sound

or something.

What the hell is that?

What the hell is that?

I think it's in here.

Jesus Christ.

The shock of the noise had alerted Dave.

Has anybody heard that in the time that
we've been here?

I've never heard it come on before. I
mean, I don't know.

I have no idea what that is, but that...

That noise was absolutely terrifying.
Well, it scared the hell out of me.

Something that strong and that loud and
it's just in the other room. That was

very much a mechanical noise. But the
other things that we've been hearing

not been like that. Those haven't been
mechanical. Those aren't so easily

explained away.

I mean, this place has been shut tight
pretty good. There's very little

of anybody sneaking in. We're alone in
here, at least for living people.

Why had the generator chosen that exact
moment to turn itself on in a building

that had been diffused for years?

Coincidence or something far, far
darker?

Well, we just got back from our scare at
the Whittier School.

The thing that stood out for me was that
there was such a level of noise.

Footsteps, shuffling, things that
sounded incredibly human.

went around outside the school and
checked all the doors, all the windows

boarded up. They have locks on
everything.

So if the Whittier School doesn't have
somebody rough sleeping in it,

then it's a very strange place indeed.

On December 1, 1957,

Darkweather picked up Carol as usual
from Whittier Junior High around 3 p .m.

But that particular day, the 19 -year
-old was on edge.

He had been kicked out of his family's
home.

He was locked out of the boarding house
where he was living.

He was afraid he was going to lose his
girlfriend, afraid he'd lose his car.

So he thought crime was probably his
only option.

It was here at this gas station on
Cornhusker Highway where Starkweather

from teenage punk to teenage killer when
the robbery ended in kidnap and murder.

After Starkweather kidnapped Colbert, he
actually brought him over to

this general area. This is right around
31st and Superior Streets. The two

struggled, and then there was a shotgun
blast that actually put... culvert on

his knees and then Starkweather went
ahead and finished him off with the

shot. When was the body then discovered
by the authorities?

It was within a very short period. It
was like about within two days.

Was there any sense of what this crime
was about?

No. At that time it was just an unsolved
murder. Nobody really made any kind of

an association at that point.

Nobody had any idea what was to come?
No, no.

Starkweather wouldn't kill again for
seven weeks across town in the house of

Carol's parents.

On the 21st of January 1958, an argument
between Starkweather and Fugate's

mother and stepfather exploded into a
bloodbath.

This was where the first real nasty
murders happened. This was where

Bartlett was shotgunned. This is where
Velda Bartlett was murdered, and this is

also where Betty Jean, which the two
-year -old sister was killed, and she

been bludgeoned to death and stabbed.

They disposed of the bodies.

Velda was dumped down into an outhouse.

Marion's body was put into a chicken
coop, and then Betty Jean was simply

out in the garbage.

And then they stayed here for like a
week, what he referred to as like living

like kings as long as they were here.

And as the people were coming to the
door, they had put a sign on the front

saying that everybody had the flu and to
stay away.

And I suppose they must have lived with
the corpses within 10 or 15 feet of

where they were as if they were living
like kings.

Do you have any sense, Bobby, of what it
would have looked like at the time of

the murders?

Yeah, just the house, we're not very far
away from it at all. We could just walk

there again about 50 feet or so.

And then in the back...

It was a chicken coop mower over by
towards a clump of trees and off to the

just a little bit, and then the outhouse
off to the left as well. I've seen

photographs that were taken from people
standing right here pretty much in the

same area that we are, and you'd be
impressed to see how accurate you were

that. I was alarmed at just how cold the
facts of this case were, but the deeper

we sank into this brutal story, the
darker it became.

Did you hear that?

is over there.

Our paranormal investigation into the
spirit of Charles Starkweather had

us to Lincoln, Nebraska, the killer's
hometown and a city which the 19 -year

-old changed forever when his murder
spree took the lives of 11 innocent

We were following the footsteps of
Charles Starkweather's gruesome tour of

in January 1958.

Starkweather and Fugate fled this house
in the Lincoln suburb of Belmont six

days after the brutal slaughter of
Fugate's mother, stepfather and half

The couple headed out of Lincoln towards
the small rural town of Bennett and the

farm of a man named August Meyer.

On the dirt track that led to the farm,
Darkweather's car became hopelessly

stuck. They walked up to the house on
foot.

The farm was a typical Nebraska
farmhouse, a large white house.

Myers was a bachelor.

Charlie. How you doing?

What are you doing out here?

Got some, had some car trouble. He knew
August Meyer, felt Meyer owed him money.

He was shot with a shotgun right inside
one of the doors.

It would not be long before they killed
again.

The following day, Robert Jensen and his
lover, Carol King, were driving along

the deserted lane near to Myers' farm
when they came upon the fugitive couple.

Jensen was a considerate and polite
young man.

and fatally for him, stopped to see if
they needed any help.

Thank you a lot. I appreciate that.

Thank you.

At first, Charlie kind of acted like he
was befriending Bobby Jensen and asked

him, in fact, if he could, according to
the reports, if he could get a ride to

Lincoln. But the atmosphere soon took a
dark turn.

Get out of the goddamn car!

Slow! Slow down!

Give me your wallet!

Let's go! He took him to a abandoned
cellar of a house approximately

220 yards from where the car was located
and killed them both very viciously and

then took the Jensen car back into
Lincoln.

He apparently did attempt to rape the
teenage girl and mutilated her genitals

with a knife.

The bodies of Robert Jensen and Carol
King would not be found until the

following day. By that time,
Starkweather and Fugate were already

Lincoln, holed up in the home of wealthy
industrialist C. Lauer Ward, where they

had his wife and maid hostage.

They forced their way into the house,
and they tied Lillian to the bed

and then they forced Clara to prepare
some food for them, and they took turns

sleeping and what have you. And then
when it was all said and done, they

wound up murdering Clara. They murdered
Lillian.

Finkel upstairs has stabbed her several
times with a knife. And then when Mr.

Ward came home, there was a fight, and
he was shot.

Do you get a sense, Bobby, that they
knew their time was short, you know,

they started this killing spree? Even
though they weren't the brightest bulbs

the box, they must have figured out. No,
not now. It feels like right at this

point, it's still full throttle.

From what you see, was Carol a hostage
at this stage, or was she part of it?

she was never a hostage.

On the 29th of January, eight days since
the killing began, dark weather tidal

wave of terror spread across the border
from Nebraska into Wyoming.

You run across a traveling salesman
named Merle Collison asleep by the road.

Charlie taps on the glass and fires nine
shots at this guy. He kills him.

Not long after the cold, blooded killing
of Collison, America's most wanted man

was caught in nearby Douglas, Wyoming.

The deputy sheriff and others who were
shooting at him from behind, and one of

the bullets went through the back of the
car and pierced his ear.

Starkweather came to an immediate halt.

One of the sheriffs of Wyoming said that
was Charlie Starkweather. He was just a

yellow SOB is what he said.

Starkweather's final decision was also a
cowardly one.

Faced with the choice of the gas chamber
in Wyoming or the electric chair in

Nebraska, he chose the chair.

The governor of Wyoming at that time was
opposed to the death sentence.

If he'd elected to come here to the
Wyoming State Penitentiary, he may still

alive today.

And it was here at the prison in the
small cowboy town of Rollins.

that I wanted to continue our
investigation.

Bobby, this is the last stop on the
paranormal side of our investigation.

is Wyoming's original state prison. It's
not used for that anymore. Now it's

used more as a museum. I mean, just
pulling up to it, I think the kind of

look of it, it looks absolutely
terrifying. It is, and you certainly get

definite presence from it. We'll have to
go inside, take a look and see if we

can draw forward.

Charles Starkweather, but, you know,
it's going to be a little difficult

you're pretty much walking into a
degenerate soup.

But I can almost guarantee that there
would be some type of activity in there

tonight, and you might want to keep an
eye over your shoulder.

The old Wyoming State Penitentiary was
in use from 1901 to 1981.

Now a museum, the former prison has
three cell blocks.

the original refectory, guard towers,
and a death house, which is host to the

gas chamber.

So Tina, tell us a little bit about the
block that we're standing in now.

This is cell block A. This is our
original structure.

It was opened in 1901. We used it all
the way until the end, 1981.

Our cells are five by seven.

Until 1950, whenever we were
overcrowded, we'd have two people to a

What were the conditions like? The word
penitentiary comes from penance. So in

the early years, the philosophy was that
they were here to serve time. When

inmates were in severe trouble, the
guards would chain them to the

pole and they would whip them with
rubber hoses for punishment.

That went on legally until the mid
-1930s.

Throughout the last century, the
penitentiary has been submerged in pain,

and extreme violence.

Nowhere more so than the shower block.

This is a prison shower. We had only 10
shower heads back here that allowed 40

inmates at a time to use the showers.
This is where all the bad stuff would

happen. This is where prison initiations
would occur.

This is where if you had a grudge
against another inmate, you would carry

your grudges. And before the officers
could come in to break up the problem,

was usually over.

How did they manage to get their weapons
into the room here?

There are stories of inmates who would
hide razor blades inside the soap, and

when an inmate used the soap to clean
themselves, they would get cut.

So with all of that type of activity
that takes place, I would think that

would be a pretty active paranormal
spot.

We've had a few investigations, and this
is usually the area where we hear more

EVPs or we've seen more orbs on camera.

A lot of people come in just on day
tours and say that they feel funny in

room. A lot of people don't like being
in here.

The other area of the prison where
activity has been reported is the death

house. where prisoners were either
gassed or hanged for their crimes.

This is the top red hanging chamber.

This was the trap door.

We had a hydraulic system of hanging,
which was with weights and water.

So when the inmates stepped out, his
weight would set the scale, and the

of water would start emptying out. When
the bucket of water emptied out, the

trap door would spring open, and the man
would fall through.

The window was put in as his last view.

It's just giving off the most incredible
kind of vibe, isn't it?

And this, of course, is our guest
chamber.

So if Charles Stockweather had been
executed here, it would have happened in

that chair. Right.

As the sun plummeted from the rolling
sky, we prepared to investigate the

Wyoming State Penitentiary.

Tonight, it would just be Bobby and I
walking the lonely corridors of the

prison. But were we alone, would dark
weather choose to come here in death, a

place he avoided in life?

So we're losing the light a little bit
outside.

It's becoming a different building
already.

I can already feel the activity starting
to heighten just a little bit as we are

preparing to do what we do. So with all
the instruments that we've got here,

again, it's that hard evidence that
we're looking for, and we need to be

-headed here because we're talking about
building with a great deal of

atmosphere and history, so we need to
make sure that we separate that.

from something genuinely paranormal,
which is where the... There's a lot of

stuff in here, things like Wendell's
banging and doors that are affected by

draft. Those things we're going to be
able to debunk. Is there anything we

to be aware of in particular that I need
to think about when we're going around?

Well, you have to imagine it's a lot
like it was back in the day. Now you

even have the bars to protect you.

If it starts getting just too much, then
we need to get out.

Okay, so this is the shower area.

Hello?

Who is still here?

If there is activity or any type of
spirit in here, you need to make

known.

I feel very uncomfortable having my back
turned.

Can you make that louder, please?

Hello?

Who's here?

Hello?

Did you hear that?

It sounds like people talking far off in
the distance. Is that the same thing

you're hearing?

I want to rush over there, but I don't
want to just scramble.

Okay. Because I don't want to scare it
away. But let's go that direction.

Wait.

Hello? Who's there?

Talk to me.

I'm not hearing it now.

They were definite voices.

Yeah. It sounded like one man, I think,
rather than a conversation.

Right.

Just walking down the corridor away from
Bobby.

It's pitch dark in here. The cells are
on my left -hand side. We thought that

heard voices coming from here before, so
I've suggested that Bobby calls out and

I'll hang out here and see if I can hear
anything.

Hello?

Is there anything you'd like to say to
Julie?

Can you hear anything down there, Joel?

The odd creak or, you know, it's pretty
silent.

Hello?

Just taking a walk along to the end of
the corridor.

It's hard to describe how pitch dark it
is in here.

The only thing that's keeping me company
in here so far is my enormous shadow.

Charles, you've been watching us since
the Whittier School.

Are you here now?

Are you here, Stockweather?

Okay, what was that?

Is anybody here?

Real strong feeling.

My flashlight's gone.

That usually means that they're trying
to draw energy.

This is a totally different part of the
prison.

This is cell block B.

And we've heard indiscriminate noises.

Now we've got the wind blowing outside.
That's quite chilling.

Okay, that was super weird.

I'm just trying to figure out what that
was, but I don't know.

I think I might sound ridiculous if I
say scream, but...

There's

something in here.

It's all intents and purposes from
outside of there. It looked like

lying in here.

The body had given me a fright.

But our night was far from over.

Hello?

Is there anybody in here?

Our search for the spirit of notorious
serial killer Charles

Starkweather had brought us to Rollins.

and the Wyoming State Penitentiary.

Our paranormal investigation had already
strayed into dark territory.

There's something in here.

But now we were stepping up our effort
to contact the maniacal killer.

We separated.

I headed alone to the refectory while
Bobby went to the death house.

I'm standing in.

The exact spot that a prisoner would
have stood.

You can see above me the original hook.

There's a platform that I'm standing on
now.

Is there anybody in here?

Can you give us a bang or some kind of a
knock and let me know that you're here?

What was that?

Hello?

Can you do that sound again, please?

I'm moving all around me.

Is there anybody in here?

Hello There's some sort of Some sort of
noise I

can't really quantify it just on the
other side of this window here as far as

know it's not raining outside It's
pretty weird.

I Was now deeply unsettled but it was
impossible for me to divorce the fear of

the dark from anything truly paranormal.

Bobby had one final roll of the die in
his quest to converse with the mass

murderer. He wanted to conduct an EVP
session in the darkest place imaginable,

the GAT chamber.

EVP stands for Electronic Voice
Phenomena, believed by paranormal

to be a method of spirit communication.

Hey Charles, if you're here, come
forward.

Were you sorry for anything that you
ever did?

Were you purposely manipulating Carol?

It was at this point that Bobby believes
he began to receive responses to his

questions.

Were you purposely manipulating Carol?

Could the voice be saying...

How

about when Carol turned on you?

That had to have gotten you angry.

And this is your last chance, your last
hurrah.

Just even make a thump or something to
make me keep going and trying to talk to

you.

Bobby believed the response said.

Our investigation at the Wyoming State
Penitentiary was over. It had been a

and disturbing night.

We just got back from the original
Wyoming State Penitentiary.

If the walls could have talked, and they
did occasionally, we heard noises, we

heard voices, none of which we could
explain rationally, but it literally was

calling with history and atmosphere.

Are there paranormal things going on
there?

That's not something I could say for
sure.

Were there strange and unexplainable
things at the state penitentiary then? I

think we definitely experienced some of
those.

The following morning, and bathed in the
warm glow of the Wyoming sun, the

prison no longer seemed as foreboding as
the previous night.

But our investigation wasn't over yet.

Bobby called me to his room to hear one
of the EVPs he'd captured during the

night.

What have you got for me?

Well, some pretty interesting electronic
voice phenomena from sitting in the gas

chamber, sitting in the chair, trying to
call forth Charles Starkweather, and

this is what I got.

Okay, that's quite compelling.

Do you want to play it for me again?

Okay, I can hear the walking bit. To me
it says start walking.

So I'm asking if there's anything that
anybody wants to say or I'm out of here

and it says start walking.

The EVP was quite persuasive.

Could it really be the voice of the
teenage killer?

Our journey had come to a close.

Robbie was convinced that Darkweather
was with us the entire investigation,

tagging along for the ride.

He felt sure he'd smelled this teen
spirit.

He's right there.

He's got the cigarette in his hand.

For me, having traveled his trail of
death, I felt a deep sense of loss.

The loss of life of the people he so
brutally killed, but also the loss of

innocence of an entire nation.