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Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction.

Hosted by Jonathan Frakes.

Tonight, your challenge is to separate what

is true from what is false.

Five stories-- some real, some fake.

Can you judge which are fact and which are fiction.

To find out, you must enter a world of both truth

and deception-- a world that is beyond belief.

Can you really believe your eyes?

Look at this checker board design.

Your eyes will tell you that this square

is darker than this one.

Now, let's take a closer look.

As you can see, both squares are exactly the same shape.

So it is with our stories tonight.

What might at first seem to be black or white

may turn out to be equal shades of gray.

And be very careful about trusting us too much.

After all, we have a checkered past.

Book signings are pleasant rituals

for both authors and fans.

The writer gets an ego boost, the reader a personal memento.

Of course, not every author achieves the prestige

to warrant a book signing.

In fact, the clients of agent Stan Trask never do.

But the next situation that Stan will face is so monumental,

he can't possibly write it off.

Literary agent Stan

Trask has run his own one man operation

for the past 12 years.

He specializes in handling writers of pulp

fiction and romance novels.

No, no, no, no. No, no.

I told you.

I told you.

I love it.

I think this is the best thing you've ever written.

It made me cry.

Yeah, it did.

Yeah, I'm talking hardcover.

I'm talking paperback, a movie deal-- seven figures, no less.

JONATHAN FRAKES Being an agent

is not an easy profession--

a lot of late nights, and competition is fierce.

But Stan's done very well for himself, mainly

by ripping off his clients.

Right, so all I need from you is another 5,000.

why? Well there is printing.

There is publicity costs.

I can't keep going into my own pocket on this, dear.

Right, we are so close.

Yeah, great.

Wonderful.

All right.

Listen dear, I need you to make that check out in cash.

That's right.

Yeah.

Uhm, I got to go, hun.

I've got to go.

OK?

Let's have dinner soon.

Right, bye bye.

Mary-Jane, what are you doing here?

We didn't have a meeting set did we?

No, Stan, we didn't have a meeting set.

Well, You sound a little uptight.

What's happening with "Love Tides?"

Your manuscript?

It's right here.

I love it.

I told you.

I think it's the best romance novel I've ever read.

This made me cry.

Yeah, this one's going to get published.

I guarantee it.

All I need from you is another-- uh, 2,500.

That's all, Stan?

Only 2,500?

Do you know how much money I've given

you since you became my agent?

Oh-- now look, look Mary-Jane--

Almost $12,000.

And you haven't gotten one thing of mine published.

OK, that's not my fault. All right?

The other stories had problems.

This one is different.

This one's compelling.

This one is really great.

It's going to get published. - Forget it, Stan.

- Honey-- - It's over.

Honey, listen-- what-- what do you mean?

I'm getting a new agent, Stan.

Somebody reputable, OK.

So I'd like my money back please.

All of it, or else I'm going to the authorities.

OK, look, you can't do that. You can't.

Why not?

Just You're a thief and you stole from me.

I'm not-- Now, look, calm down.

You're getting excited.

Stan, stop telling me to calm down.

And stop touching me.

- Well, listen to you. - Goodbye, Stan.

Hang on a second.

- Just get out of my way! - Let me talk to you--

That's it, OK. It's over.

- Stop-- stop it. - That's it!

Just shut up!

Mary-Jane?

Mary-Jane?

Oh, look what you made me do.

JONATHAN FRAKES Stan Trask

had never killed anyone before, but he

took to it like a natural.

He buried the body in a raised platter box

inside the buildings atrium.

There was only a small mention in the newspaper about

Mary-Jane Layden being missing.

No one knew she was at his office that night.

And Stan felt he had gotten away with murder.

And then another plan began to take

shape in Stan's twisted mind.

Mary Jane's manuscript was good, and he was

sure he could get it published.

And with Mary Jane out of the way,

Stan could keep all the money.

He created a fictitious author by the name of Lucille Carns,

and sent "Love Tides" to a publisher,

who bought it immediately.

On its release, "Love Tides" by the non-existent Lucille Carns

became an instant best-seller.

No, no, no, no.

I told you she doesn't do any book signings

or personal appearances.

Lucille Carns is a very private person.

She wouldn't even let us take her picture

for the book jacket.

Look, what can I tell you.

She won't do it.

Everything was going according

to plan, and then Stan got a message that would haunt

him for the rest of his days.

An anonymous caller informed Stan

of the impossible-- that Lucille Carns was at Robin's bookstore

signing copies of "Love Tides."

Hey there, did you get your book signed?

Yeah, I did.

I really like the hard copy.

It's beautiful. OK.

Well, you better hurry.

JONATHAN FRAKES Stan

had to see who the impostor claiming to be Lucille Carns

was.

What is going on here?

How could this be?

She looked exactly like Mary-Jane Layden.

Excuse me, may I look at your book.

OK.

Strange, isn't it.

Changing the name on the cover to Mary-Jane Layden.

I asked her what it meant, but she wouldn't tell me.

Look, she even signed it on the inside--

Mary-Jane Layden.

Who do you think that is?

I don;t know.

This is impossible.

She's got to be here, she's got to be.

The homicide division

had received an anonymous tip to follow Stan Trask that day.

What they found was more than enough evidence

to convict him of murder in the first degree.

After serving only six months of a life sentence,

ex-agent Stan Trask stepped off a pile of books from the prison

library and hanged himself.

So who was the mysterious woman at the book signing?

Was it the ghost of Mary-Jane Layden?

Or was it just to look-alike?

If so, where did she come from?

Did Mary-Jane have a twin sister bent upon getting revenge

against Stan, or was it Stan's own guilty conscience

that caused him to imagine the entire incident?

Is this story of the ghostly autograph true?

Or does it bare the signature of a lie?

We'll find out if the story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next three students are threatened

by the ghost of a Confederate general on Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction.

JONATHAN FRAKES Making movies

is easier than it's ever been.

There are thousands of budding Steven Spielberg's

out there creating their own film ideas

with the help of equipment that's

both portable and affordable.

Zach Rothbard as a bold young filmmaker,

with the energy and courage of youth.

But for his latest film project, he's going to need

all the courage at his command.

In fact, as a director, he may discover a darker

meaning for the term "cut."

There was a new storm blowing in the night.

Zach, Matty, and I went to the local cemetery

to do a student film about Confederate General

Wesley Vanderborn.

The legend was that the General rose from his tomb once a year,

and carved the letter V for Vanderborn

on the bodies of his local victims using his famous sword.

Hey, hey, what are you doing?

This place is creeping me out, man.

I'm not even sure we should be here.

Eric's right.

We never got permission.

Hey, you guys agreed to do this.

You can't back out now.

Stop complaining and-- and-- and act scared.

Yeah, yeah. That's perfect.

Keep that-- keep that right there.

Stop it.

Stop it.

There's something out there.

Maybe it was just a squirrel.

Yeah, maybe.

Or maybe it's General Wesley Vanderborn,

ready to lop off a few Yankee heads with his sword.

You know, a close friend of my brother's best friend

actually knew somebody that got murdered

with a Confederate sword, right here, in this cemetery.

Yeah, I heard that story too.

It's an urban legend.

Yeah?

How do you know it's not true?

It's not true because there's no such thing as ghosts.

Well, then there's nothing to be afraid of there, is there?

Zach was a creative genius with lots

of great ideas, but I was beginning to think

this wasn't one of them.

Go on.

Go check the door, Eric.

That's weird.

Why wasn't it locked?

I don't know.

Maybe so the General can get out and mutilates

somebody with his sword.

Stop it, Zach.

OK, OK, OK.

I'm sorry.

I'm just-- just trying to create a little mood here.

All right. Go on.

Go on. Go ahead.

Man, this is so cool.

All right, man.

You've got you shot.

Now let's just leave.

No-- whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, hold on.

Hold on. - What?

Open up the coffin.

I need to get a good shot of the General.

No way.

Are you crazy?

Just-- just go on.

Do it, and then-- and then we'll leave.

OK? I promise.

All right?

Go on. Go ahead.

Come on.

Just do it, Eric.

And then we can get out of here.

Yep.

Ah!

Ah!

Turn that camera off!

Turn it off!

OK, OK, OK.

It's off.

OK.

Somebody please tell me how those moths

got into an air-tight coffin.

Maybe there's a crack somewhere,

caterpillars crawled in, laid the cocoons,

and then they hatched.

Or maybe Zach put them in there to scare us.

No, I-- I've never been in here before in my life.

I swear.

Look, I don't really care how they got in there, OK.

I just want to leave right now, OK.

And I'm serious this time.

Me too, Zach.

Whoa, whoa-- wait, wait, wait.

We're here, I mean, shouldn't we just

see what the guy looks like?

Huh?

Come on.

Oh, that is so gross.

Oh.

Yeah.

OK, man.

You got your shot, now let's leave.

No, no.

What are you doing?

I'm taking the sword.

You can't do that, man.

You're stealing from the dead.

You're desecrating the body, Zach.

OK, OK, OK.

I'll put the hand back, but I am taking this sword, man.

- The General's head just moved. - Oh, that is it.

I am so out of here.

Wait, wait, where are you going?

Hey--

Ah!

Ugh!

Help!

I can't get my arm out.

Help!

Help!

I'm stuck!

We've got to help him.

The door's locked!

You kid's shouldn't be treating

the cemetery like a playground.

A crypt is a sacred place.

You should leave the dead be.

Oh, hurry, hurry.

Give me a hand.

Yeah.

Oh, man, you're hands bleeding.

That's the General's mark.

He left that on every man he killed.

You're lucky to be alive.

Oh, come on.

That's ridiculous.

The General's dead.

Look, the sword.

How did the sword get back into his hand?

What do you believe?

Did the spirit of the General actually come

to life to protect his crypt?

Or did Zach simply panic and cause

his own terrifying problems?

But then how do you explain the V cut into his hand?

Is this story of a civil war ghost anchored in solid ground?

Or this time, is truth gone with the wind?

We'll find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, the teacher falls under the spell of a mysterious child

on Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction.

Dolls seem to have their own personalities,

their own needs--

some would say their own souls.

Almost every little girl has a favorite,

one that provides her with hours of uncomplicated play time.

It's been a while since Susan Franklin was a little girl,

but a special doll is about to enter her life.

And the result is anything but uncomplicated.

SUSAN FRANKLIN It was

the end of my first day as a teacher,

and I felt it went very well.

All the kids were great.

I was feeling exhilarated and a little exhausted.

All I ever wanted was to be an elementary school teacher.

See you tomorrow.

And there I was.

Goodbye.

You're Ashley, aren't you?

You know, class is dismissed, sweetheart.

You can go now.

Your mom's probably waiting out front for you.

Can you please give me my doll back.

Your doll?

What doll is that, Ashley?

Rebecca is wearing her pink dress,

and she has long brown hair, and a blinking eye.

I'm sorry honey, but I don't have your doll.

Yes, you do.

And I want you to bring her back tomorrow.

Ashley, maybe one of your friends has your doll.

I don't. - You do.

You do.

Why are you saying you don't?

Hi, mom.

Well, school must be out.

How was your first day, honey?

Oh, it was fine.

That's it?

Just fine?

I thought you'd be a little more excited.

How did you like your students?

Well, this one little girl--

What about her?

Nothing.

I don't know.

I'm just tired.

26 eight-year-olds can be a handful.

Do you want some tea?

No, I'm all right.

Thanks.

Is my doll collection still in the garage?

I think so.

Why do you ask?

Just curious about something.

I just couldn't

get Ashley off my mind.

What are you looking for, Susan?

I'm not sure.

I just--

Mom, is this my doll?

Actually, it belonged to a friend of yours.

Which friend?

Her name was Ashley.

I had a friend named Ashley?

And this was her doll?

How come I don't remember her?

I remember all of my friend's.

Oh, Susan, I--

I was always afraid this day would come.

What do you mean?

Um, OK, when you were eight years old,

Ashley was your best friend.

You did everything together.

You were inseparable, like sisters.

One day, Ashley was over at the house

and you were playing tea party.

You both loved playing with your dolls.

Anyway, it was getting late and Ashley's mother

came to take her home.

Ashley wanted to leave her favorite doll

with you because, well, she was going

to be over the very next day.

But it never happened.

Ashley and her mother Lucille were killed--

by a drunk driver in a head on collision.

I tried to explain it to you, but Ashley's death

was so traumatic that you refused to accept it.

The doctor said you blocked the whole thing out.

I didn't know what to do.

So I never mentioned Ashley again.

I--

Mom, now I remember.

Oh-- oh, it's OK.

It's good.

It's good.

I brought the doll

to school the next day.

I knew I would have to show it to Ashley,

I just didn't know how she would react.

The playground monitor told me that you

wanted to see me Ms Franklin.

Thanks for coming in Ashley.

Is this the doll that you were talking about?

Rebecca, I missed you.

I missed you so much.

Are you absolutely sure that that's your doll?

Oh, yes.

I know Rebecca, and she knows me.

Right, Rebecca?

She said yes.

You know, Ashley, there's a lot

of dolls with pink dresses, and long brown hair,

and broken eyes.

I know, but they don't have a big, red heart like Rebecca.

A big, red heart?

Don't you remember?

Bye, bye, Susan.

Thank you for taking care of Rebecca.

And suddenly I did remember.

And I couldn't help thinking how this Ashley looked

just like my childhood friend.

What was the connection here?

Was Ashley really the reincarnation

of Susan's friend?

Maybe not.

After all, there are lots of little girls

named Ashley around.

But how could this Ashley have possibly known about the doll

with the painted heart?

Could Susan's own mind have been playing tricks on her?

Is this tale based on plain or simple truth?

Or have we taken a lie and dolled it up?

We'll find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a strange curse hangs over a factory on Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction.

It's a wise craftsman who knows his own tools.

But if you're the handyman around your house,

you're probably used to having your tools disappear.

Somehow, they vanish mysteriously, like the matching

sock we're always looking for.

Hubert Woodcock uses his tools for a living,

so he doesn't like them to disappear.

In fact, if you borrow one, you may be doing so

at some risk of your own life.

It was my first day

on the job at Alice Bainbridge Furniture Makers,

and I was excited.

They were known around the world for their expert craftsmanship,

and I felt I had finally found a company that

would appreciate my skills.

The crew seemed like a great bunch of guys.

There was only one who was a little odd.

his name was Hubert, and he'd been there for years.

He was from London, and everyone said he was a snob.

But I did my best to get along with him.

That's beautiful work.

Thank you.

I'm George Remsen.

I hear you're from England.

That's correct.

I'm Hubert Woodcock.

Hi.

Well, don't let me interrupt.

Every place you work

has its own unwritten rules.

You sort of learn them as you go along,

and I was about to learn one big time.

You have got some great tools here, Hubert.

No!

Oh, my goodness.

I'm so very sorry. - Ouch.

Hey man, are you OK?

Uh, yeah.

I think so.

I apologize for not warning you first about the curse.

The curse?

Hubert's curse.

Oh, what the heck is Hubert's curse?

Got to read the plaque.

"If this tool art borrowed by a friend,

good fortune follows thou.

But if taken without permission or pilfered from me,

woe unto thee because Hubert's curse

shall be upon thine head."

You got to be kidding.

Actually, it's quite true.

You were just an unfortunate victim.

I tried to warn you, but it was too late.

So his tools are cursed.

- No, they are. - Yeah.

Oh.

I come from a long line of woodworker's dating

back to the fifth century.

One of my ancestors, also named Hubert,

actually helped construct King Arthur's Round Table.

No kidding.

No kidding.

My ancestor forged a close friendship

with Merlin the Magician--

great admirer of his work.

To protect my ancestors tools, Merlin

put a curse on anyone who took them without permission.

The plaque was my uncle's idea.

He thought it only polite to warn people first.

- And you guys buy into this? - Oh, yeah.

Look what just happened to you.

Simply ask me first, and then nothing bad will happen to you.

Guys, the head was loose on the hammer.

There-- there's no such thing as curses.

There's not.

After that, things went OK

for the rest of the week.

But then I decided to stay late one night

to get a jump on the next day.

I couldn't help thinking about what happened that first day

and Hubert's so-called curse.

I just didn't buy into that whole Merlin

the Magician story.

I got to admit, temptation got the best of me.

I couldn't help it.

I just had to test that curse.

I needed an electric screwdriver,

and Hubert's was right there, begging to be borrowed.

Some curse.

Ah!

Ow.

Good morning, Hubert.

Good morning, Danny.

Do you have a better bit than this Danny?

What happened to your hand?

Oh, nothing.

I just cut myself.

George, were you using my screwdriver?

Your screwdriver?

No, man.

I've got my own. OK, fine.

I was using your screwdriver.

It's an electric screwdriver.

Why didn't you listen to me and ask permission?

Be-- because it was not your curse, Hubert.

It was a freak accident, OK.

Be careful, George.

You don't know what you're dealing with.

For the next few days,

I kept to my own tools and there were no accidents.

But then--

Oh, great.

Not now!

I was on a deadline,

and I really needed to finish the table I was working on.

That's when I noticed Hubert's ladder

leaning against his workbench.

Hey, uh, Hubert.

My light just blew out, could I please borrow your ladder?

Of course, George.

Be my guest.

Thank you.

Ow.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine, which is amazing since I just fell

off the top of your ladder.

What happened?

I asked your permission.

I did what your plaque said, so why did I fall?

Not

I'll tell you why, because you're a crazy phony.

Oh, look at that.

Now, see, if you'd have touched that, you'd

have been electrocuted.

There's your answer.

You asked permission, George, and good fortune followed.

The curse saved your life.

Do you believe in Hubert's curse?

That it really cause George Remsen injuries and then

protect him at the end?

Is the curse just a mind game set up by Hubert,

or has it actually existed for thousands of years?

In assembling this story, have our writers used the tools

of their trade to fool you?

Or are they really hammering home the truth?

We'll find out if this story is true or false

at the end of our show.

Next, a doctor's office becomes the setting

for the unexplainable on Beyond Belief--

Fact or Fiction.

Have you had your hearing tested lately?

With all the loud sounds were exposed

to throughout our lives, hearing loss is more common than ever.

Fortunately, today's hearing devices are smaller than ever.

Still, 10-year-old Katie Conway has been refusing

to wear her hearing aid lately, and the reason

may not lie inside her here.

It may reside within the secrets of her mind.

DR. SPALDING After you've

been a doctor for a while, the long, hectic days in the office

often run together.

But this day was going to be one that would stand out forever.

Katie Conway-- she's ready for you in room five.

That's odd.

Katie was just in.

Are you new?

I'm Sarah.

I'm a temp just filling in for today.

DR. SPALDING Katie was

a quiet, bright little girl that I'd been

treating for about a month.

Mrs Conway.

Dr Spalding.

How are you?

Just fine.

Question is how is your princess today?

This is about Katie's hearing aid.

Yes, I noticed she's not wearing it.

And she knows she's supposed to, but I--

I can't get her to keep it in.

Let's see.

Did you bring the unit with you?

- Yeah. - May I see it?

Of course.

Katie knows how important it is to wear it

for school and for safety's sake when she's

playing or riding her bike.

Well, it seems to be operating fine.

So Katie, I just need you to tell me

if this hurts you in any way.

OK?

I'm-- I'm sure it's uncomfortable at first,

but she-- she just--

she just has to wear it.

OK.

Katie, can you tell me why you don't

want to wear your hearing aid.

Because I don't like it.

That's the same answer I get at home.

You just have to tell her she has to wear it.

I'm at my wit's end.

Mrs Conway, why don't we step out for a moment,

give us a chance to talk.

Mm? - Yeah, of course.

OK.

Thanks.

Sarah, would you stay with Katie please and keep her busy.

Maybe she'd like to color.

Oh, I'd be happy to, Doctor.

It may be a little bit more comfortable to hide

up on the examination table.

Would you like to color?

Actually, it's kind of cozy down here.

You know, while they're gone, it will give us

a good chance to play a game.

Would you like that?

How about a guessing game?

You think of a number between 1 and 100, concentrate real hard,

and I'll try to guess what it is.

OK?

Here.

OK.

Are you thinking?

22.

22.

22.

22.

That's it.

How did you guess?

I don't know.

Are you sure that's the right number?

You're not teasing me, are you?

No.

22, it's the number for the yellow bus I ride to school.

Let's play again.

This time, you guess the name I'm thinking off.

Stephanie.

Stephanie.

Stephanie.

Were you thinking of Stephanie?

Yes.

Stephanie's my best friend at school.

And you are the best person at guessing games I've ever known.

Katie, why don't you like to wear your hearing aid?

Sometimes-- a lot of the time, I'm scared of what I hear.

With my hearing aid, I'm afraid I'll hear it even more.

It hurts inside, right?

In your head?

Didn't you tell your mother?

I did at first.

But it made her so scared she cried,

and I didn't want her to cry, so I said it didn't hurt anymore.

But it does.

It hurts bad sometimes.

And I hear those awful sounds.

It's scary,

I know.

You heard them too, didn't you?

You heard the sounds I hear?

I believe I did.

Can you make them stop?

Can you make the sounds go away?

Please.

Oh, hey, little one, are you OK?

Are you-- Oh, come on. Get here.

Dr Spalding, I certainly don't have your training

and experience, but I highly suggest that you

order a CAT scan on Katie.

A CAT scan?

I believe that she has the beginning signs of a tumor.

A tumor?

What makes you suspect that?

Let's just say Katie and I had a very interesting visit.

Don't ask me why,

but there was something about that nurse I believed.

Uh, Dr. Spalding I see that Katie

Conway was in again yesterday.

You ordered a CAT scan.

It picked up a tumor putting pressure on her auditory nerve.

Early stages.

We're going to be able to treat it.

Boy that was a lucky catch.

No kidding.

Um, the next time there's an opening on the nursing staff,

you should try to bring in the temp

who was working yesterday--

Sarah.

Uh, excuse me, Dr. Spalding, no one was out yesterday.

We didn't bring a temp into the office.

That can't be.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

The next time I saw Katie, she told me

everything that happened between her

and Sarah, a nurse we could never find

and never would hear from again.

Who was nurse Sarah?

Why was she there that day?

How was she able to make the psychic connection

with little Katie?

Was she really able to hear what Katie was hearing?

Or was she simply just intuitive?

Is this story of nurse Sarah, the angel of mercy,

based on truth?

Or is it merely here say?

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

and which are fiction, when Beyond Belief returns.

Now let's look back at tonight's stories

and find out which ones are inspired by actual events

and which ones are totally false.

Let's have one more look at the agent

who tried to bury his client.

- Forget it, Stan. - Honey.

It's over, OK.

Honey, listen-- what-- what do you mean?

I'm getting a new agent, Stan-- somebody reputable.

OK?

So I'd like my money back, please-- all of it,

or else I'm going to the authorities.

- OK, look, you can't do that. - Why not?

You can't.

You're a thief and you stole from me.

I'm not-- now, look, calm down.

Stan, stop telling me to calm down.

- You're getting excited. - And stop touching me.

- Well, listen to you. - Goodbye, Stan.

- Hang on a second. - Get out of my way!

- Let me talk to you-- - That's it, OK, it's over.

Stop-- stop it.

That's it!

Just shut up!

Mary-Jane.

Did a similar story to this one take place?

Could be.

We made this one up.

And now, let's have one more look

at the students who disturbed a spirit's final resting place.

Oh, that is so gross.

Yeah.

OK, man, you got your shot.

Of let's leave.

What are you doing?

I'm taking the sword.

You can't do that man.

You're stealing from the dead.

You're desecrating the body, Zach.

OK, OK, OK.

I'll put the hand back, but I'm taking this sword, man.

The General's head just moved.

Did a similar story to this one take place?

Not this time.

It's a lie.

How about the teacher who seemed

to encounter the reincarnation of a childhood friend?

Ashley, there's a lot of dolls with pink dresses,

and long brown hair, and broken eyes.

I know, but they don't have a big, red heart like Rebecca.

A big, red heart?

Don't you remember?

If you thought this story was based on a real life

occurrence, you're right.

A similar story happened to a teenager in the Florida area

decades ago.

And what was your opinion of the tool box

that came with its own curse?

You have got some great tools here, Hubert.

No!

- Oh, my goodness. - I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry. - Ouch.

Hey, man, you OK.

Uh, yeah, I think so.

I apologize for not warning you first about the curse.

The curse?

Hubert's curse.

What the heck is Hubert's curse.

Got to read the plaque.

"If this tool art borrowed by a friend,

good fortune follows thou.

But if taken without permission or pilfered from me,

woe unto thee because Hubert's curse

shall be upon thine head."

This strange tale of the tools has to be fake, right?

Wrong.

It's true.

A similar story happened to a factory worker

on the Gulf Coast about 15 years ago.

How about the story of the mysterious nurse

who was able to connect psychically

with the little girl?

Can you make them stop?

Can you make the sounds go away?

Please.

Is this story based on a real happening?

Not this time-- it's fiction.

So do you still think that fact and fiction

are polar opposites?

Or do they occupy the exact same space?

And trying to find one without encountering the other

is a challenge that is truly beyond belief.

I'm Jonathan Frakes.

The true stories on tonight's show

were based upon firsthand research

by author Robert Tralins.

This is Campbell Lane.