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Fact or fiction.

Are they really that different?

"Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

Hosted by Jonathan Frakes.

We live in a world where the real and unreal live

side-by-side, where substance is disguised as illusion

and the only explanations are unexplainable.

Can you separate truth from fantasy?

To do so, you must break through the web of your experience

and open your mind to things beyond belief.

What you see is not always what you get.

Take this line drawing of a man in profile.

Is this an honest man?

The answer is written across his face.

During this program, you will be asked

to distinguish truth from lies and stories that

are designed to deceive you.

We'll tell you which ones were inspired by actual events

at the end of the show.

From this point on, be careful what you choose to believe,

because the man who seems to be telling the truth

may actually turn out to be a liar.

Innocent until proven guilty.

Our entire system of criminal justice

is based upon that premise.

Yet in their zeal to see the guilty convicted,

some are too willing to deny others that presumption.

Craig Hoffman was that kind of cop.

His philosophy was, if you're brought in,

you must have done something wrong.

Hoffman was determined to get a confession for every crime that

passed his desk, no matter how many crimes he

had to commit in the process.

It was 5:00 PM on Tuesday when Simms was brought in again.

It seemed like old times, except this time,

the ending would be much different.

Look who's back.

Officer Sams, watch and learn.

Help me out here, Sims.

I want to talk about the armed robbery on 45th last night.

Now you don't know anything about that, right?

Well you didn't have anything to do with it, did you?

I mean, just because we picked you up a block from the scene

mere minutes after it went down, doesn't mean that you had

anything to do with it, right?

And just because a witness picked you out of a lineup,

well that doesn't mean that you're guilty of any crime,

is it?

Where's my lawyer?

Oh, come on, Simms, we don't need a lawyer here.

We're just talking.

I mean, it's not like we think you were even involved, right,

Sams?

I mean, just because your rap sheet is a mile long and just

because you've been through the system so many times

they're about to name the revolving door after you,

I mean, that doesn't even mean you were there!

Go to hell.

Officers Officer Sams, readjust the restraints on the suspect,

please.

It's apparent that we need to have a more

confidential conversation.

Tell him what he wants to hear,

even if you have to take it back later.

Up yours.

Don't mess with this guy.

This isn't some good cop, bad cop routine.

Officer Sams, hook him up and step out.

Hey Craig, uh, why don't you let me talk to him

and see if I can--

Get out.

Simms.

Confession.

It's good for the soul, just think of me as your priest.

I'm not Catholic.

And I didn't have anything to do with any holdup.

Last chance.

What are you going to do, kiss me?

Sure.

Get ready to pucker up.

But first, let's dance.

That's enough!

He needs a doctor.

Eh.

When he confesses, we'll get him one.

Hey McCarthy.

McCarthy, get in here and help Sams take this piece of trash

down the lockup.

Hey Simms, tell me when you're ready to talk.

I didn't do it.

This time it really wasn't me.

The cops' business was done.

Now it was up to maintenance to clean the wall.

You can talk to me.

Think of me as your priest.

You know, confession is good for the soul.

McCarthy!

Yeah?

Hey, that was-- that was supposed to be gone.

Do you tell the cleaning crew I'm

going to start checking for green cards

if they don't stop slacking off.

They tried to clean it, but this thing won't come out.

Then get it painted.

Yes, sir.

Well.

Where were we?

Officer?

It keeps bleeding through!

Well put some plaster on it.

What, I gotta do your job as well as my own, huh?

Just get it done.

Now let me get this straight.

The burnt spoons and the scales that we

found in your apartment, they're not yours, right?

Hoffman!

Sorry to break up your little party

here, but we gotta take his pictures again,

the film was bad.

Ah, take him.

Did you hear about Simms?

What?

The guy we had in here the other day?

Armed robbery?

Oh, the guy with the nosebleed, huh?

Yeah.

Well it seems some crackhead in general lockup

didn't like the way he looked at him.

Bashed his head in.

He's dead.

Well let's hear it for the crackhead!

He did something the justice system could not--

he stopped the revolving door.

What happened next was

reconstructed by investigators.

Somehow, Hoffman found himself locked inside the room.

And he must have been extremely frightened at something

he saw, because Craig Hoffman, an extremely fit police

officer, experienced a fatal traumatic shock to

his nervous system that night.

They found Hoffman's body in the morning.

The official report said heart failure,

but nobody could explain the marks around his throat,

as if he had been strangled by hand.

Weeks later, another man confessed to the armed robbery,

clearing the name of Simms.

The bloody handprint never appeared again.

What's the true explanation here?

Was the handprint on the wall really

a message from an innocent man?

Or was it an illusion caused by some defect in workmanship

found in the wall itself?

If so, why did it reappear after the wall was plastered over?

What about the strange death of Craig Hoffman?

If it was a heart attack, why did his neck

show signs of strangulation?

Did he accidentally strangle himself as he

was trying to gasp for air?

Or was it some retribution from beyond?

Is this story true, or are the handprints

of a writer all over it?

Find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, screams haunt a school on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

Is there a more annoying sound than the screech

of chalk against chalkboard?

We all remember teachers who despite years of classroom

experience couldn't stop from making that sound

and students who would make the sound just

to annoy the rest of the class.

But there is something highly unusual about the chalkboard

in our story tonight.

The sounds it emits are far more intense than the usual annoying

squeaks.

In fact, they're sounds that seem to come

from the depths of hell itself.

Cut it out!

What'd you do, mama kisser, huh?

Did you hit a wrong note in choir?

I was an honor student.

I couldn't believe I actually had to stay

after school in detention.

It was a strange place to be, but not

nearly as strange as the events that would take place later.

So What is it, mama's boy?

I faked a note to skip gym, OK?

Ah, you're a real desparato.

Maybe everyone doesn't aspire

to your level of criminal mind.

Oh really?

Well I do.

What about you, girlfriend?

Are you hanging with us nasty boys?

Yeah.

I'm good in math.

I let a friend copy answers on my test.

Uh, yeah, OK, Well, yeah, that's cool, Claire.

Well, if it isn't our good friend Mr. Mumbles.

Man.

Yo, y'all.

Hey, Mr. Mumbles!

Hey!

Hey you!

Don't you know he's a deaf mute?

Hey Mr. Mumbles!

That's not funny.

What?

I didn't do anything.

Come on, Marty, man.

It's how we got here in the first place, man!

Sit down, leave that man alone!

Hey-- hey!

What'd he say there?

You He said you're harmless, but I say

you give failure a bad name.

Ha!

Time never seemed to pass as slowly

as it did that afternoon.

I was bored out of my mind.

But looking back on it, maybe boredom

wasn't such a bad thing.

This school sucks!

You're going to get us all in a lot of trouble

and Mrs. Sawyer comes back.

OK.

Oh my God!

What was that?

Hey, man!

Didn't come from out there, man!

Where was all that screaming coming from?

I don't know!

Draw another line.

What are you, a nut?

Just do it.

Oh man, that's coming from the blackboard!

OK, this is impossible.

What the hell is going on?

Someone's in trouble and they're calling for help.

How do we know where this person's at?

Give me the chalk.

We follow the screams.

Maybe one of us should stay behind and wait for Mrs. Sawyer

to come back. - Yeah.

Good.

You stay here.

Just keep drawing on the board.

Come on, guys, what are you waiting for?

So we started

following the trail of screams, hoping

it would lead us to the source.

We didn't know why this was happening, we just knew it was.

OK, that's it.

I promise I'll never cut gym again.

This way.

OK.

This way.

T-t-too weird.

What do you guys think?

I don't know, man, it's hard to tell.

Yeah, it's gotta be that way.

Right.

Uh, you go first, dawg.

It's locked.

Step aside.

Come on, hurry!

All right, I got it!

Where's it coming from?

OK, so nothing.

Over there!

Look out!

Come on, help me over here!

Oh my gosh!

We up-- slide him out, slide him out!

You guys help!

Is he OK?

Yeah, he's gonna be all right.

Get him out there slowly.

Oh my gosh!

Come on, you got it?

Yeah.

Careful, careful!

It's-- it's OK.

Man, watch out for this hole.

Take it easy. - OK.

All right.

Over there, we'll-- the door.

Set him down-- easy, easy.

Come on, now, easy.

Easy.

OK.

You all right, there?

You can't understand me, huh?

What's he saying?

He'd like to thank you both.

Man, it's all right, yeah, it's all right.

Yeah, as long as you all right.

Sorry.

OK?

Could this story be true?

Could the sounds of a man in distress

really be communicated through the chalkboard?

Or did the students just imagine the board

was transmitting those sounds?

Where the sounds actually coming from the vents

around the building?

But then, the janitor's vocal chords

were in no shape to make any sounds in the first place.

To figure out whether the story is fact or fiction

isn't an easy exercise, but that's your assignment.

Find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a trip to the woods takes an unexpected turn

on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

How many reports have you watched

and read about the dangers of stress?

Stressful aren't they?

Fighting stress has become a major industry.

Squeeze this, rub this, listen to this.

All designed to help you unwind and reduce a condition that

has been blamed for everything from high blood pressure

to hiccups.

Diane Lerner was feeling the major symptoms of stress

in her life, she was determined to shake off its effects

and find a place where she could relax

and enjoy the world again.

But is there such a place?

Diane's about to find out.

Hey, Ross, it's me.

Diane Lerner was

taking her first time off since she started at her company.

And on the way up, she spent most of the time on the phone

to the office.

It's outstanding.

Driving.

On my desk, I've got this--

It can wait until you get back, Diane.

No, no, it won't.

I want you to--

You're on your first vacation in two years.

Chill out, Diane!

Listen, I worked up some new numbers for dramas.

Now when you check out the spreadsheet,

I want you to look at line number 30.

Diane, we're not going to fall apart here.

At least not totally.

I promise I'm not going to give that account to anyone else.

Don't worry, you'll blow them away, goodbye.

Ross, Ross!

Don't hang up, I'm serious!

Well just do those few things for me and I'd really--

I'll appreciate it, OK?

Bye, Diane. - I'll get back to you later.

You too. - Have a good weekend.

Goodbye!

Ugh!

Shoot.

Safe driving was not Diane Lerner's

strong point, but somehow she appeared at her dream

getaway right on time.

The woodland cabin was just as she pictured it.

The key was left just where the landlady promised.

And the view Was just the remedy Diane needed for the tension

that she'd been feeling lately.

The inside of the cabin had the smell of hickory and pine wood,

and the furnishings were perfect.

If Diane was looking for peace and quiet,

this forest setting was the place.

In fact, it was so quiet, it was almost spooky.

Ah!

Oh God-- I--

I didn't expect someone to be here.

I'm Mrs. James.

Oh, right!

Of course!

I spoke to you on the phone earlier.

Yes. - Oh, I'm sorry.

Well I'm so sorry, I seemed to have frightened you.

Oh no no, I just--

I'm-- I'm a bit unnerved.

I--

What?

I almost got into a car accident on my way here.

I had dropped something and there was this huge boulder

that was jutting out right in the road and I turned and--

well, I almost didn't make it here for my vacation.

Glad you made it in one piece.

I was just tidying up.

This place has been closed up for some time.

Oh, it's great. I mean, look at this, it's--

it's even more beautiful than you describe.

Oh, I'm so glad you like it.

I think you're going to be very comfortable and cozy here.

Oh I know I am.

I just--

I've got a lot of work to do and I just needed some place that I

could really concentrate.

On your vacation?

Oh OK.

Well the bedrooms and the bathrooms are upstairs.

There's the kitchen.

And you probably passed Osgood's store

on the way a few miles back?

Oh yeah.

And they make their own ice cream,

you've got to get the pistachio while you're there.

So I-- I think I'll leave you alone so you can work.

Great.

Uh, where's the closest neighbor?

Oh, that would be me.

If you cut straight through the woods, I'm about a mile

due east.

So look, I've left my number by the phone,

if you need anything, call.

Otherwise I'll just check with you in a few days?

I'll leave the local paper on your porch.

And I think that just about covers it.

Well thank you.

So enjoy.

OK. - Bye.

Bye.

It was early the next morning when Diane

started hearing the voices.

Hm.

She ignored the sounds

at first, thinking it must have been

the wind through the trees.

And then it came back again.

Uh, excuse me, kids?

Excuse me!

Hello?

Excuse me! Kids!

Hey! Children, hello?

Excuse me! Hello?

Excuse me?

Oh, OK, all right.

You know, are you listening to me at all?

Hello?

Suddenly they were gone.

It was quiet again.

Oh, and by the way, Mrs. James,

you know the children that live in this area?

There aren't any children Living

in this area, not for miles.

In fact, the people who lived close by

had children who'd grown up and moved out of the house.

Really?

Well, there was a bunch of kids playing around the yard

and making a lot of noise?

Really?

You sure?

Mm-hmm.

Are you really OK, my dear?

Oh yeah.

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

I just-- I just have to finish up this work, that's all.

And I don't think they're going to come back.

Thanks for calling, Mrs. James.

Bye.

Bye bye.

Yoohoo!

Hey, I thought I told you kids not to play around anymore, OK?

That-- that's enough.

Hey!

I'm not kidding, why do you persist on playing this game?

I want you all to go home now.

Come on! - No!

Come down!

Hey, I'm not joking anymore,

I want each and every one of you to go home!

Go on, get out of here!

It's time.

Go away!

Come with us.

The Peace and quiet of the forest

was forever disturbed now.

The next day, she would feel differently about it.

Are you ready now?

For what?

You know.

No, no I don't.

It's time.

Time for Time for what?

What, this?

Come with us.

OK.

I'm coming.

Diane!

Whoo hoo!

Hi, Diane!

Hey!

Diane?

Let's look at the paper again.

Another accident the same day involving six schoolchildren.

Was the woman that Mrs. James encountered that day only

the spirit of Diane Lerner?

Did she truly become one of the spirits of the woods?

Did she join the ghosts of the children

who died in the bus tragedy?

Or was our witness Mrs. James a bit over excited?

Maybe she imagined that Diane disappeared.

Could it be that Diane was disappointed with her paradise

and slipped out without telling Mrs. James?

But what then are we to make of the newspaper article?

Is the truth easy to spot here?

Or is it difficult to tell the forest from the trees?

Find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, fate visits a corner drugstore on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

For those of us who grew up in another generation,

the corner drugstore was a magical place.

You gave the man behind the counter

an illegible note from your doctor

and he would fill tiny bottles with pills

and potions that had the power to make you feel better.

And perhaps most magical of all, the man knew you by name.

Everett Spencer was a throwback to that earlier

time when the pharmacy profession was a personal one.

But now, the modern era is starting

to close in on him like--

like a virus, and he has no prescription to fight it off.

Everett Spencer was always a hero to his grandson.

That's why he became a pharmacist too.

In the old days, Everett was quick, sharp,

on top of all the latest breakthroughs,

but nowadays he was slow and set in his ways.

Just post the prescription on the board

and type out the label.

The new junior partner, his grandson Martin,

was going to change all that.

There we are, Granddad.

The family business.

How about that?

I couldn't be more proud.

The first customer

that day was a steady patron of the pharmacy

since Martin was a little boy.

Oh, Ruth, how are you doing this morning?

Doing just fine, Everett.

Do you remember my grandson Martin?

Of course!

Martin is a pharmacist too, he's

going to be working with me.

It's nice to see, Mrs. Fulton.

Thank you.

Martin, could you snag Ms Fulton's prescription

off the shelf?

Sure.

It must be wonderful having

your grandson back here again, and working with you too!

It's a proud day.

Uh, Granddad?

Yes, that's it.

There's no drug indicated.

Yes, we know what it's for, don't we, Ruth?

Now can I get you anything else today?

No, no, no, this will keep me going.

See you in a couple weeks.

OK bye bye.

Granddad, what were those pills?

Oh, Ruth's been taking those for the better

part of 20 years.

Well there was no drug name.

I mean, what if she forgets and she

starts mixing prescriptions?

I mean, you should indicate what they are unless--

they're sugar pills.

That's right.

Why are you giving her pills that have no medicinal purpose?

Because she thinks they do.

OK.

Granddad, it's time to step into the 21st century.

The only people who are prescribed placebos anymore

are--

Sometimes people like Mrs. Fulton.

Anyway, she swears by them.

You heard her, they keep her going.

Grandpa, you're still typing labels

with that old typewriter?

Everyone's computerized now.

Everyone but me.

I have no need to learn something so complicated.

It's easy, Grandpa.

I could teach you.

It would triple our business.

Doctors could email us directly, we

would finally be able to compete with the chain pharmacies.

I enjoy my relationships with people.

I like talking to the doctors.

Well now you can talk to doctors about your golf

game and not prescriptions.

You're not going to convince me that technology is more

important than human relations.

Be right with you.

It's me, Grandpa.

Here it is, our link to the 21st century.

I know, I know, you're not happy about it,

but this one is so easy, Grandpa.

Everything we need is already loaded.

We just plug it in, I got it all set up.

Now, with this bundle of wires, you

can go on an African safari--

I'm too old for a safari.

Well not if you could do it in the comfort of your own chair.

OK, let's set this baby up.

I've got to mail these letters.

Mrs. Samuels will be in to pick up her medication,

so 10 milligrams of Equicet.

The prescription is right here, I'll put it on the board.

Dr. S.L. Hampton.

Yeah.

Yeah, I called his office yesterday,

I gave them our new email address.

I'll bet they emailed that prescription.

I'll be right back.

I'll take care of Mrs. Samuels.

Martin could tell that his grandfather was

upset, but he felt that in time, he

would thank him for all this.

I'll be right there.

Martin would never forget this customer, not

after what happened that day.

Hi, can I help you?

Yes I'm picking up a prescription.

Harriet Samuels?

Oh yes, Mrs. Samuels it'll be just a few minutes.

Martin went to the board

where Everett had posted Mrs. Samuels' prescription,

but the prescription was gone.

I'm in somewhat of a hurry.

Yes ma'am.

Dr. Hampton, 10 milligrams of Equicet,

I was just about to fill it.

Is there a problem?

No, ma'am.

No, um, I just--

I just need to reconfirm the prescription

on our new computer system.

We're linked up with Dr. Hampton's office,

so this should just take a second.

This was the first test of Martin's

system, the high tech approach.

But for some reason, the prescription wasn't coming up.

As I said, I'm--

I'm in a hurry.

Yes, ma'am, I'll--

I'll be right with you.

Hello, Mrs. Samuels.

Oh, hello, Everett.

Perhaps you can help.

I'm in a hurry and I think there might be

a problem with my prescription.

I'll take care of it right away, I'm sorry for the delay.

Thank you, Everett.

Do you have the prescription?

It's not on the board, I couldn't find it.

Did you call the doctor?

Well-- I was trying to get it on the computer first.

I mean, I know that you said it was 10 milligrams of Equicet,

but-- - Carolyn?

It's Everett Spencer.

I've misplaced the prescription for Harriet Samuels.

Can I have a minute with S.L.?

S.L., I'm sorry to bother you.

I-- I've managed to misplace the prescription

on Harriet Samuels.

I know it's for Equicet 10 milligrams, but I--

one milligram?

Oh, uh, thank goodness I called you.

Sure, sure.

Goodbye.

My God, Grandpa.

Me 10 milligrams would've killed her.

I'm sure it said 10 milligrams.

We'll be right with you, Mrs. Samuels.

Would you fill it for me please?

At that point, Everett walked

over to check the board again.

Martin?

I thought you said it wasn't here.

Who was watching over SpenceQuick Pharmacy that day?

Was that fated prescription simply misplaced?

If so, how did it end up back on the board?

Did Everett's grandson find it and put

it back himself, too embarrassed to tell his grandfather what

really happened?

But then how did it disappear in the first place?

Maybe there was some angelic spirit

watching over the pharmacy.

Is this strange story of a prescription go down easy?

Or do you find it hard to swallow?

Find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a scary story of summer camp on "Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction."

For most of us, summer camp evokes

sweet thoughts of fresh air, fun in the sun,

and mischief after dark.

But for some children, summer camp

recalls more bitter feelings.

Memories of isolation, homesickness, and the taunts

of their peers.

All Anthony Shaw wanted to do was have

a happy, carefree summer away.

Everyone knew he was different.

They were about to find out he was special.

I never really

wanted to go away to camp.

All I really did there was read.

I could have done that staying at home.

I actually like the rainy days the best

because they gave us free time and I

could lose myself in a book.

I really didn't give anybody any trouble.

I just wanted to be left alone.

I couldn't figure out why the other kids

wouldn't allow that to happen, especially Marty and Darren.

Don't be a jerk, OK?

It's me.

Keep your hands off me.

I need your help.

Will you help me?

I need to find Darren.

I can't find him anywhere.

Marty I'm getting tired.

We've been looking for over an hour.

I know, I know.

I'm getting hungry too.

At least the rain quit a little bit.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

I'll-- I'll check the back end.

You check storage tank.

Ooh, the boogeyman's gonna get you!

You should've seen his eyeballs!

Dude, they were like, pah!

I can't believe it!

Good year for ketchup.

You guys are such jerks.

That wasn't funny.

What is going on?

Nothing.

Step Just having a little fun.

Well who was screaming?

It sounded like someone was getting murdered.

Yeah!

Anthony, go to your tent.

You two clowns come with me.

Sit down!

Is there something seriously wrong with you guys?

It was a joke!

Nobody got hurt .

Anthony did.

Now I want you guys to lay off him.

But this was Totally rad!

You should've seen him!

Man, even the most--

Knock it off.

Now he's a nice kid who's having a hard time.

Try-- try to have a little bit of compassion, OK?

I mean, how would you feel if someone

did something like that to you?

No one does.

He's such a wimp.

And stop calling him names, you understand me?

Yeah, whatever.

Marty?

OK.

Geez.

Hey, let's get something to eat.

Gotta get something to eat.

Yeah.

Hey, watch this, watch this.

Rise and shine, Anthony.

It's another fiber-filled snack day at summer camp.

Man, he's putting us on.

Come on Anthony, you wake up.

Anthony.

Hey, they say the rain should be letting up.

Let's get dressed and moving.

Well Richard, look at Anthony.

I think there's something definitely wrong.

Hey Anthony, we're going canoeing today, your favorite.

Get up.

Where's Marty and Darren?

Did they do this to him?

I-- I don't know.

I haven't seen them all morning.

I ain't seen them either.

His pulse is racing.

Huh?

Anthony, you OK?

Had a nightmare.

It was weird.

You know how sometimes in your dreams you do something

and you don't know why?

I dreamt that I got out of bed

and went running and running through the woods.

All I knew was somebody was in trouble

and I was the only one who could help them.

We're not going to get caught.

Maybe it'll just be where we left it.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

That's a wolf.

That's a hungry, hungry wolf.

Help, help-- no!

Nice little wolf.

Lay down.

Come on, good wolf.

Guys, shh.

What are you doing here?

Here, wolfie, wolfie.

You guys be quiet.

Shh.

Here you go, you want another?

Give him more.

Here you go.

All right.

Walk down the hill slowly behind me.

Don't run or he'll chase you.

It never even growled at me or anything.

It just kept staring at me.

How'd you beat us back here?

Yeah?

We were just in the woods!

With Anthony!

He's been here the whole time.

We were just in the woods.

A wolf almost attacked us.

He was covered in blood!

And Anthony saved us!

And then he got us out of there!

It just happened!

It couldn't have been him, Anthony never left the tent.

There's the DARREN: cookies!

It's the ones he fed the wolf!

So what kind of a dream

was that anyway?

How could Anthony

have been asleep in his bunk and outside

in the woods at the same time?

And if he was in his bunk the whole time, then who saved

Marty and Darren from the wolf?

Did Marty and Darren in their terror

only imagine that Anthony was there?

But what about the detail of the chocolate chip cookies?

Could they have imagined that too?

Is this a story of a person being in two places at once,

or is it just another tale one would tell

around the fire at summer camp?

Next, you'll find out which of our stories are fact

and which are fiction, when "Beyond Belief" returns.

Now it's time to see how well you

did judging whether our stories tonight were fact or fiction.

The plot about the detective who couldn't

remove the stain from his wall or his conscience--

real or unreal?

Tell him what he wants to hear,

even if you have to take it back later.

Up yours.

Don't mess with this guy, this isn't some good cop,

bad cop routine.

Officer Sams, hook him up and step out.

Hey Craig, uh, why don't you let me talk to him

and see if I can--

Get out.

If you guessed this one was based on an actual event,

you're right.

It happened.

How about the tale of the terrifying

sounds that seem to come from a common classroom chalkboard?

True or false?

OK, that's it.

I promise I'll never cut gym again.

This way.

All right.

The story of a school haunted by the sounds of screams

was inspired by actual events.

It's fact.

Our next story was about the woman who left her high stress

job for Heaven on Earth.

Uh, excuse me please.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Excuse me! Kids!

Hey, children? Hello?

Excuse me? Hello?

Excuse me.

Oh, OK, all right.

You know, are you listening to me at all?

Did this story of the garden of angels ring true to you?

Not this time.

We created it.

What about the story of the vanishing prescription?

Did you think this one was based on reality?

I managed to misplace a prescription

on Harriet Samuels.

I know it's for Equicet 10 milligrams, but I--

one milligram?

Oh, uh, thank goodness I called you.

Sure, sure.

Goodbye.

My God, Grandpa.

10 milligrams would've killed her.

This tale of a mysterious force protecting a pharmacy

is based on an actual incident.

It's real.

A story that took place at summer

camp of a boy that seemed to be in two places at once.

Fact or fiction?

Walk down the hill slowly behind me.

Don't run or he'll chase you.

It never even growled at me or anything.

It just kept staring at me.

How'd you beat us back here?

Was this a figment of a writer's imagination?

No.

This one was inspired by truth.

So what was your score tonight?

Were you able to separate fact from fantasy?

And how bizarre does reality have

to become before it reaches a point that's beyond belief?

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

Join us for more stories

next time on "Beyond Belief."