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We have a challenge for you.

Can you separate fact from
fiction?

Beyond Belief, Fact
or Fiction.

Hosted by Jonathan Frakes.

We live in a world where the
real and the 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.

Perception is our most
unreliable sense, because it

can be changed so instantly.

Take these letters.

When read straight across,
they're the first three

of the alphabet.

But now watch what happens to
the B when we add two numbers

and ask you to read straight
down.

We've now changed the symbol
from a B

to the number 13, an appropriate
allusion for this episode

of our show because each story
that we will see

will have a Friday the 13th
theme.

Each tail deals with the
superstitious,

fateful, and mysterious quality
of a day

that many people dread.

Will it be difficult to discern
reality from fiction

on our salute to the number 13?

Or will you find it as easy as
ABC?

This story involves a wrestler
who has one wish.

He wants to go out a winner.

But then again, what else would
a loser wish for?

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to
tonight's main event,

fact versus
fiction.

Have you ever suspended your
disbelief

and lost yourself in the world
of professional wrestling?

It's an easy place to get lost,
a world of strong men,

good against evil, and larger
than life drama.

I'd been with
Dirk for 20 years.

Tonight he was retiring.

How do you feel, champ?

You ready for that last big
hurrah?

You know, Tony, I didn't get
that far in this business.

But at least I'm going out a
winner.

Thanks for doing that much for
me.

Ha.

Hey, it's the least I can do.

Listen, how you doing, you know, financially?

My brothers got word into his
boss at the engine plant.

They're looking for part-timers.

Evening, gents.

What's this?

I just want to let you know
about a little change

in tonight's script.

Moammar will be the winner, not
Dirk.

Like hell he will.

Hey, wait a minute, fellas.

This was set in stone.

Dirk wins tonight.

It's the last bout of his life,
for God's sake.

You came in a loser, you're
going a loser.

What's the big deal.

Now listen, Grant, this
was a done deal.

I undid it.

My guy had a
grudge against Moammar.

He had face hims many times
before.

And my guy lost every bout.

Look I'm sorry, champ.

I don't want you to get hurt.

So for tonight, I think we'll
just stick to the script.

No.

Nothing changes my mind tonight,
Tony.

Nothing.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is
the main event of the evening.

And it promises to be a
thrilling match.

Straight from the ancient lands
of the pyramids,

weighing 250 pounds, the
assassin of Aswan,

the cut throat of Cairo,
Moammar, the barrel of steel.

And his worthy opponent,
making his final world

wrestling appearance, weighing
248 pounds,

from the Motor City, the
demolition expert,

who takes his opponents apart
brick by brick, let's hear it

for Dazzling Demolition Dirk.

For God's sake, Dirk, it's not
worth it.

If you're not behind me on
this, Tony, then leave.

I'll do it myself.

Everyone knew
that Moammar was younger,

stronger, and meaner than Dirk.

They were both showmen who liked
to excite the crowd.

In the first exchange, Dirk
surprised me.

He was going to put on a show
tonight.

Did you see that?

Are you blind?

Look at that.

Dirk was
trying to turn back the clock.

But Moammar brought him back to
reality and fast.

Dirk was acting the part of the
loser right now.

This was the part he played the
best.

He didn't belong in the same
ring with Moammar

and Moammar wanted to prove the
point.

My guy was using all of his
acting techniques

to make Moammar's attack look
worse than it was.

And he was fooling the crowd,
me,

and Moammar at the same time.

Moammar give him the airplane
spin.

But Dirk know how to fall to
absorb the punishment.

Usually, blows like that are
choreographed.

But this night, Moammar didn't
look like he wanted to dance.

When I first met Dirk, he seemed
to have

eyes in the back of his head.

That's my boy.

These two guys were great
performers,

who knew how to give the crowd
what they wanted.

I try to keep telling myself,
there's

no business like show business.

Moammar was
sending a message.

I'm just getting started.

Loud and
clear.

You came in a loser.

You're going out a loser.

Don't you listen to him,
Dirk.

You're a winner. Go out a
winner.

You can beat this guy.

You can do it.

Go out a winner.

Suddenly all
the years of sweaty locker

rooms and cheap hotels and
broken marriages

were showing on Dirk's face.

Moammar seemed to be standing
for every failure

in Dirk's life.

And he was not going to get
even.

I'm just getting started too.

I'm just getting started.

Dirk, Dirk.

The crowd was
with him.

And he suddenly seen 20 years
younger.

I don't know how long the bout
really lasted,

but for me it was a lifetime.

But at least my guy was going
out like a champ.

Moammar's corner always thought
he

could come back against Dirk.

But now they were starting to
believe their man could lose.

You give up?

Moammar's
shoulders were on the mat,

ready to be counted out.

Winner, winner.

I couldn't
believe it.

Against all odds, against a
superior opponent,

Dirk had finally beaten the man
he could never beat.

What a way to go out.

And then I saw the doctor went
over to examine Moammar.

This man is dead.

He's ice cold.

Been dead for at least 20
minutes.

You've been wrestling a dead
man.

I'll never
forget the look on Dirk's face.

Even in victory, he was a loser.

Now he couldn't take away with
him the satisfaction

of beating his arch rival.

Of course, Dirk's real rival was
never

Moammar in the first place.

In the end, his real opponent
turned out to be lady luck.

So what really happened in the
ring?

Was Dirk Simmons really
wrestling a dead man?

Could his own adrenalin had been
pumping so hard that he

didn't realize that he was
getting no resistance

from his opponent?

It certainly didn't look that
way to the crowd.

Perhaps the doctor was mistaken
about the time of death.

Maybe Moammar really did die
only moments

before the doctor examined him?

Then again, maybe Moammar was so
determined

to win that his inner spirit
kept fighting after his heart

stopped beating.

Was this story fact or fiction?

That's a problem we leave you to
wrestle with.

We'll find out
whether this story

is true or false at the end of
our show.

Next, a daring prison break on
Beyond Belief, Fact or Fiction.

When poet Richard Loveless
wrote, "Stone walls do

not a prison make nor iron bars
a cage,"

he seemed to capture the spirit
of the man in our next story.

You see, Gus McGrath is a spirit
that can't be locked up.

But he has a behavior pattern
that

has left society no choice but
to put his body behind bars.

But as McGrath spends his time
in jail,

something is stirring inside
him.

His spirit is telling him that
it's time to move on.

The trick will be getting his
body to follow.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): No
one

had ever escaped from Wainwright
State Penitentiary.

The warden ran it like a factory
and used men for cheap labor.

It was a metal shop that made
license plates and a laundry

service to other institutions.

Gus McGrath was a gambler and a
con man.

He knew how to play all the
game.

A smooth talking swindler, he
had thrived on outwitting

a slower thinking public.

McGrath used to wear $1,000
suits.

Now he was working for $0.10 an
hour.

He had served only one year of a
five year sentence,

but it already felt like 20.

Every minute was pure agony.

That's it.

Let's go.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): But
this day, Gus McGrath was

determined to change his luck.

Jim, I'm going Looney Tunes.

There's got to be way to bust
out of here.

Fat chance.

You know, if they don't get you
with the head counts,

they'll get you when they check
the hampers.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know it.

All right, let's go.

Line it up.

Let's go.

Higgins.

Miller.

McGrath.

Dunn.

Ramirez.

Where the hell's Ramirez?

They sent him to metal shop
this week.

You got Mosely instead.

Hey, they printed the wrong
name on the list.

Mosely.

Let's go.

Move it out.

Let's go. Come on.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
Another routine shift

at the prison laundry had come
to an end.

It was time for the inspection
of the hampers.

OK, boss, there you go.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): And
although nothing remarkable was

taking place at the moment, the
seeds of an escape

had already been firmly planted.

McGrath had become consumed.

Escaping was the only thing he
could think about

and it permeated his everything
thought.

Check out that laundry driver.

He's married to that paper.

He wouldn't notice a naked lady
is she

cha-cha'd right past him.

So what are you getting at?

Busting out.

Yeah?

After this room clears, that
chimp,

like stealing candy from a baby.

Oh, yeah?

You help me out?

Sure.

How?

Where they got you working next
week?

Laundry.

Metal shop.

So.

This is what I'm thinking--

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
McGrath had to wait

until the timing was right.

But the day finally came, the
day

he was assigned to the metal
shop

and Dunn was scheduled to work
in the laundry.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): The
first part of his planned work.

Now he'd call on his skills as a
con man.

It was brazen.

But like all good scams, McGrath
believed it could work.

Let's go. Line it up.

Let's go.

Higgins.

Miller.

Dunn.

Hey, where's Dunn?

He's supposed to be here.

Sound the alarm.

All right, Listen up.

This is a lockdown.

I don't want no trouble.

Understood?

All right, let's go.

Move out.

Come on.

Move.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): There
was still

a hamper check to be done.

You're not going anywhere.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
McGrath's heart

was pounding so hard, he was
afraid someone might hear it.

This was the kind of rush he
lived for.

It was time to make his move.

Hey, boss.

Hey, lockdown's been lifted.

The guy was in the metal shop
the whole time.

Clear the load.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
McGrath

could feel the incline of the
ramp

as he was about to be loaded
onto the truck.

He suddenly wondered if the
driver

would notice the extra weight.

But he didn't.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): He
could feel

the ground moving beneath him.

He could hear the hum of the
truck's engine.

It was the sound of freedom.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): He
realized he had pulled it off.

Lady luck had finally returned.

He would wait until the
footsteps disappeared.

Then he'd make a run for it.

That was the plan, until he saw
where he was.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
McGrath had successfully

escaped all right, straight into
the belly of another prison.

For all his streets, there was
something he didn't know,

something that's easy to lose
track of in prison.

He didn't know what day it was.

Could this story have really
happened?

Can a man really be that
unlucky?

Or were the fates protecting
society against a man that

would have undoubtedly committed
new crimes

against it in the future?

Was this story of simultaneous
success and failure

inspired by a real event?

Or is this just escapist
entertain?

We'll find out
whether this story

is true or false at the end of
our show.

Next, a video reveals a
frightening message on Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.

The video business has become
big business.

Where once we saw our favorite
movie two or three times,

it's not unusual for today's
video generation

to watch their favorite films
20, 30, even hundreds of times.

And the watching of a video has
become more than just

a personal experience.

For many, it's a social
occasion,

a chance for group excitement,
laughter, even horror.

Jodie Griffith has rented some
videos for a big date.

It's Friday the 13th.

So she's made sure that the
videos are scary.

But what these videos are about
the show

will scare her beyond her
wildest nightmares.

No matter
what I tell you,

no matter what you think, I'm
not psychic.

Nothing like this has ever
happened before

or has ever happened since.

Here, try wearing this.

There, that looks better.

You sure I look all right?

Miranda, you look very nice.

Now try to relax.

It's only a blind date. - Yeah.

With a guy who's supposed to be
gorgeous.

You really think that we should
go out in this kind of weather?

Marcus went to a lot of trouble
fixing you guys up.

So don't even think about
flaking out.

You know, today is Friday the
13th.

I know.

That's why I rented the movie
"Dead Friday."

So when we get back from the
club, we can watch a movie

and pretend to be really scared.

There.

That's it.

All we have to do is snuggle up
with the guys and hit play.

That must be
them.

I couldn't
believe what I was seeing.

I had watched "Dead Friday" many
times before.

And this was not the movie on
the screen.

Hi. - HI.

Come on in.

Miranda's waiting.

I'll introduce you.

Miranda.

Miranda, you remember Marcus.

And this is Keith Porter.

Instead, I
seeing images of the four of us

in some kind of a terrible
situation.

I thought it was losing my mind.

And to make matters worse,
nobody else

could see it but me.

What are you watching?

I'm not sure.

I can't quite make out the
images.

Very funny, Miranda.

Well, uh-- Your roommate's got
a warped sense of humor.

Miranda.

Oh, my god.

Everyone
that I was crazy.

But the images just kept getting
more

intense and more frightening.

Don't be ridiculous.

Uh-- look, Madame Q's is one of
the hottest

nightclubs in town.

If we don't leave now, we're not
going to get it.

You're freaking us out,
Miranda.

There's nothing on the TV.

Yes, there is.

Something terrible.

Something horrible.

OK.

She's tripping.

We're going to go to Madame Q's
without you.

No, you can't go.

What are you talking about?

You can't go.

None of us can go.

OK.

She's completely whacko.

All right, I'm out of here. -
No.

You can't go.

Don't you understand?

There's something wrong.

See for yourself.

Miranda, there's nothing there.

I beg you.

Please, don't go.

This is really weird, OK?

It's really bizarre.

You coming Marcus?

Come on, Jodie.

Let's go.

Marcus, wait.

Jodie.

Marcus, wait.

Look, all right, if she didn't
want to go out with Keith,

she could have said something
earlier.

I knew she was going to flake.

Are you coming or not?

I don't know.

Marcus, she's my roommate and my
friend.

I can't just leave her here like
this.

She's having a breakdown or
something.

OK, fine, I'll see you later.

I'll always
be grateful that Jodi made

the decision to stay with me.

And so will she.

You can knock off the stupid
joke now.

They're gone.

It's not a joke.

I was hoping Marcus would become
a steady thing,

but now I guess he'll never see
me again.

It's all your fault.

I'm sorry, Jodie.

Someday you'll thank me.

Yeah.

For ruining my life.

Later that
night,

everything had calmed down.

Jodie was watching the news.

A car was
broadsided by a speeding train

just minutes ago.

The occupants, Marcus Watkins
and Keith Porter,

were killed instantly.

Oh, my god.

Witnesses say
the car was stalled

out on the railroad tracks.

Miranda, you got to see this.
Come quick.

The two young
men reportedly spent

the evening dancing at the
popular club, Madam

Q's, before heading for home.

Repeating once again, two young
men

are dead in a car collision with
a train.

This is Patricia McDonnell
reporting live.

Marcus and Keith.

Miranda, you saved my
life.

Jodie and I
sat there in stunned silence.

The enormity of the tragedy
hadn't sunk in yet.

I'll never know what really
happened that night.

We were just thankful to be
alive.

Later, we were startled to learn
there

was no tape in the cassette.

What was Miranda experiencing
that night?

Was she really seeing images on
that tape?

Did somebody place those images
there

by taping over the rental copy?

Yet the tape cassette was empty?

Was Miranda projecting her own
clairvoyant

thoughts on the screen?

And why was it only she could
see the images?

If she was only imagining them,
then how could

her imaginings have come true?

Should we place this disturbing
tale of the video of doom

in the reality department?

Or does it belong in the section
marked fantasy?

We'll find out
whether this story

is true or false at the end of
the show.

Next, terror grips an office
after hours on the Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.

Not all stories of the
supernatural

take place in haunted houses.

Some happen in more mundane
surroundings, a train,

a park, an office building.

In fact, if you've ever stayed
late in an empty office,

you know the eerie feeling of a
strange silence that descends

when everyone has gone home.

It's the time of night when your
imagination

can play tricks on you.

Donald T Blanchard is about to
experience feelings of terror

in his office.

But is it really only his
imagination?

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
Donald T

Blanchard was president of
Superior Mutual Life Insurance.

He built a one man operation
into a large corporation

and prided himself on his
achievement.

He attributed his success to
diligence,

thrift, hard work, and courage.

He could handle anything and
expected others to do the same.

Put those files in the
briefcase

along with the Taggerene.

You'll take the other files and
these to McDonald.

McDaniel, sir.

Whatever.

I have to leave.

And tell Mc-- uh-- - McDaniel.

McDaniel I want those cases
processed by morning.

By morning, yes, sir.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): Jim
McDaniel was not cut out

of the same mold as his boss.

McDaniel was honest, sensitive,
and insecure.

Perfect prey for a shark like
Donald T Blanchard.

Oh, let me guess.

Boss wants these by morning.

Yep.

It's a good thing I
work

for a life insurance company.

At least if they work me to
death, I'll be covered.

You know Mr. Blanchard.

If you don't come in on
Saturday,

don't bother coming in on
Sunday.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): As
McDaniel looked over

the work Blanchard had assigned
to him, one fact became clear.

By the look of things, this was
going to be a late night,

a very late night.

This was the first time McDaniel
had stayed at his desk so long.

And he was surprised to find out
how creepy the office seemed.

Hello?

Anybody out there?

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): He
followed

the sounds to the outer office.

It seemed to him he was not
alone.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Anybody?

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): When
he returned to his office,

he found a file on the floor.

How did it get there?

Was there some prowler going
from office to office?

The file was one that the boss
wanted to disposed of quickly.

It was the paperwork surrounding
the death of Douglas Taggerene.

Taggerene was a successful
businessman who died

under mysterious circumstances.

His family contended it was a
fishing accident.

And Superior Mutual was liable
for $2 million.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER): Of
course,

if Taggerene committed suicide,
then the company

was off the hook.

Coffee, coffee, I want some
coffee.

I want some coffee.

Coffee, coffee, just need seem
coffee.

Ah, ah.

Mr. Blanchard, you scared me.

McDonald.

McDaniel.

I'll just be getting a few
things and I'll be on my way.

Uh--

No.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
McDaniel wanted

to tell Blanchard about all the
strange occurrences

taking place in the office, but
Blanchard

seemed to be preoccupied.

He was looking for something and
obviously

something very important.

McDonald.

McDaniel.

Right.

You OK?

Uh-- I don't know.

I mean, your face looks like
you

just saw a ghost or something.

Well, to tell you the truth,
the strangest thing

started happening.

I-- I was seeing things.

This is your first job in the
life insurance game, right?

Yeah.

Look, new people will sometimes
get spooked

working in the business of--

well, let's face it-- death.

It can affect the subconscious.

Your mind can play tricks.

They're not real.

You've got to confront these
things.

Meet them head on.

Know what I mean?

Of course.

I see you have the Taggerene
folder.

I've been looking for this.

Uh-- If you ask me, sir.

Taggerene didn't commit suicide.

Death was clearly accidental.

I'll finish this.

You needn't concern yourself
with it anymore.

But, sir--

I insist.

Go home.

Get some rest.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
McDaniel

couldn't go home to sleep.

He stopped off in a coffee shop
first.

He knew that Blanchard despised
him as a weakling.

He also knew that first
impressions were lasting.

How could he ever win
Blanchard's respect

by going home?

Blanchard knew Taggerene's death
was no suicide.

But $2 million was a lot of
money.

And he wasn't going to pay it,
not one nickel.

JONATHAN FRAKE VOICEOVER):
Blanchard had

courage to get something else.

Who's out there?

Oh, Mr. Blanchard.

Oh, jeez.

I got you.

Mr. Blanchard.

Help me!

Help!

Come on.

Somebody help me.

An ironic twist has occurred
here.

The boss who was unafraid of
ghosts

is done in by his own fear.

And yet the instrument of that
fear

is a flesh and blood human
being.

Or was this office truly being
haunted by the spirit

of the dead man seeking truth.

How do you explain the unusual
activity

taking place there all night?

Could all those activities have
been caused by drafts

and mechanical malfunctions?

Is this spooky tale of an office
at night based on fact?

Or is it just the result of a
writer's

imagination working overtime?

We'll find out
whether this story

is true or false at the end of
our show.

Next, an apparition goes
shopping on Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.

The conscience is a mettlesome
companion.

It tries to tell us how to
behave.

And when we don't listen, it
haunts us with guilt.

For many the weight of a guilty
conscience

is a burden that can never be
put down.

Such is the case with Ann Ross.

When her favorite aunt passed
away,

she couldn't get there in time.

It's something Ann can't forget.

And something her conscience
won't forget.

Well, you may not be best
friends like you

were in junior high, but you did
grow

up next door to each other.

I guess I shouldn't be so
surprised.

I got an invitation.

I could live without going to
her wedding though.

You two used to be inseparable.

That should count for something.

Guess so.

That's pretty.

So whatever happened between you
two?

Drifted apart.

In high school, she found her
friends and I found mine.

Well, still, you should be
happy for her.

She's found somebody.

At least she's not going to grow
old alone.

What about this?

No, you can see right through
that.

So?

Julie, look.

Look.

What?

She's gone.

There was an old lady who looked
exactly like your Aunt Lillian

from behind.

Oh, beaded purses.

Poor Aunt Lillian, she was so
lonely at the end.

Oh, I know.

Poor thing, cooped up in that
little tiny nursing home

all alone.

Wasn't there a time that she
wanted to come

live with us or something.

Yeah, but you and Chris were
still living at home.

And it was all your dad and I
could do to pay the bills.

I mean, maybe I should have
tried harder to make

some room for her, but I--

Come on, mom.

It's not an invitation to beat
yourself up.

I shouldn't have said anything.

The last time we saw her, she
took me aside

and she told me that the most
important thing

in the world to her was that
someone she loved

be with her when she died.

Why are people so morbid?

Oh, no, Lillian was very
straightforward.

I remember she said to me,
Annie,

it's very important that the
last face

you see be the face of love.

Remember that Annie.

I'll never forgive myself for
not being there

when that call came.

Mom, that was five years ago.

You've got to let it go.

I still feel bad about it.

Of course, you do.

It's your hobby.

Guilt is your hobby.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

Oh.

Did you find something?

What do you think?

Oh, that's nice.

Oh, it's a little long now.

Oh, no, you could have it taken
up.

Go try it on.

OK.

Do you smell that?

What?

The flowers?

No, no.

It's Aunt Lillian's perfume that
she used to wear.

It's stronger over here.

Mom, I don't smell anything.

Oh, it's-- it's uncanny.

Lillian?

Excuse me, the elderly lady
that was just here,

did you see where she went?

I'm sorry.

I didn't see anyone.

Really, the-- that perfume,
it's so strong right here.

I-- uh--

Mom.

What do you think.

I think it's very red.

You want to go check out the
store down the street.

I think we better.

You go get changed.

I'm going to get the car, all
right?

I'll meet you up front.

Oh, my god.

Someone call an ambulance.

Someone get her daughter.

She's in the changing room.

Hurry.

Lillian.

It is you.

How can it be you?

I do not let you die alone.

Is very important.

The last thing you see is the
face of love.

Mom?

No.

Did Ann really see her late
Aunt Lillian in the dress shop?

Or was it an elusive woman who
resembled her?

Was her conscience freed at the
end because of death itself?

Or was she actually being
comforted

by her aunt coming back to visit
her at a time of need?

And why did Ann Ross see her
aunt

before the accident occurred?

Did Aunt Lilian's spirit somehow
know

what the fates had in store?

Do you think this tale of the
woman in the black gown

is real?

Or have we just taken a lie and
dressed it up as truth?

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

and which are fiction when
Beyond Belief returns.

So let's see how lucky you were
on this show

dedicated to Friday the 13th.

Were you able to tell fact from
fiction?

Our story of the wrestler who
seemed to be fighting

a dead opponent, true or false?

How do you feel champ?

I'm just getting started too?

I'm just getting started.

This tale of a career on the
ropes

climaxed by a ghostly twist is
totally made up.

Let's examine the story about
the escaped convict who escaped

right into another prison.

True or false?

Oh, no.

This tale of the pathetic
prisoner

is based on an actual event.

It happened.

And how about the young woman
who

was able to see the
foreshadowing of doom

on her VCR?

Let's take another look.

Was THIS story of a fateful
Friday the 13th

based on a real incident?

Yes, it was.

What about the story of the
late night office that seemed

to be haunted, fact or fiction?

Mr. Blanchard?

If you guessed this tale was
made up, you're right.

It's fiction.

Now let's take another look at
the story

of the spirit who seemed to
appear in the dress shop.

Real or unreal?

Lillian?

Excuse me, the elderly lady
that was just here,

did you see where she went?

I'm sorry.

I didn't see anyone.

Really?

The-- that perfume is so strong
right here.

If you thought a similar story
to this one actually happened,

you're right.

It's fact, according to
firsthand interviews conducted

by author Robert Tralins.

How was your perception
tonight?

Could you identify truth from
falsehood?

Perhaps some things are so
unusual that the words

true and false seem inadequate,
much better

to use the words beyond belief.

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

Join us for more
stories, next time on Beyond

Belief, Fact or Fiction.