We live in a strange world.
One marred by the unusual and the demented thoughts of man.
Did a man really live with the dead body of one of his patients for several years?
Did a lonely woman find friendship with a friendly ghost?
Join us tonight as we're visited by a supernatural presence and forced to confront the horrific
side of humanity and to decide on what's fact.. or fiction.
The line that divides the factual from the unreal has long since blurred, the tales we
once thought fantastical now implanted as truth.
To decipher verity from the imagined, you must break from the ordinary and consider
a universe where the outlandish prevails.
Can you expand your mind to see beyond our perceived reality?
Can you decide what's fact or fiction?
We all get lonely from time to time, but to be so lonely that you manifest a mischievous
spirit... that's what neighbors thought happened to Brianne Godfrey during the summer of '85.
Everybody that she tried to talk to about it simply figured the loneliness finally got
to her.
Brianne, however, knew she wasn't alone...
And apparently, neither am I..
DARREN: I win!!!!
JIM: You win?
DARREN: Yes, I win!
This chump and I were playing chicken with a guillotine.. and the winner gets to take
Sally out.
I win!!
He couldn’t go through with it.
HA HA!
JIM: I'm pretty sure that made you the loser.
DARREN: No, see.. the object of the game was.. to.. oh... wait...
I see what you mean.
JIM: I guess you weren't using your head.
DARREN: Oh, no..
I didn't think that one through all the way.
So now where am I?
JIM: It would appear you are in a box in my basement that I bought from IKEA.
DARREN: IKEA!?
Figures I’d end up in eternal punishment..
JIM: You might was well make yourself at home, Headley, who knows how long you’ll be stuck
here.
DARREN: Headley?
So that's what we're going with?
Headley?
JIM: Well, ya know, if the shoe fits.
DARREN: Yeah.
Right.
So what was it you were talking about earlier?
JIM: Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
We're doing a little storytime with YouTube - 3 stories, some fact, some fiction, it's
up to the viewers to decide.
Wanna play along?
DARREN: Sounds kinda dumb.
DARREN: ...Alright, maybe I don't have the best judgement, but it still sounds dumb.
JIM: Ohh, relax, Headley.. it’s not like you have anything else to do while stuck in
a box.
Besides, you might have a little fun.
I'm sure our first story will be right up your alley.
Story # 1: Lonely No More "They all thought I was mad, that being alone
had finally gotten to me.
I was never a person to need others.
Even after my husband passed away and my children moved out years later, I held my own.
It's how I was raised."
Brianne had no problem finding the words she needed.
This was a story she had told many times before, as she desperately sought someone who could
relate to it.
She was confident, more-so than anyone with a broken psyche.
"My neighbor, Gennie, was the last person I ever told.
She just laughed and laughed, thinking I was pulling her leg.
They didn't get it.
Frankly, neither did I. I didn't get how my possessions were always being misplaced and
moved.
A couch," she pauses briefly, shaking her head in disbelief, "a full-sized couch was
turned on its side on its own.
Tell me, how does that happen?"
"The first thing that happened was... my diamond earrings.
Oh, I loved them so much.
Gary bought them for me before he died.
Then one day, they were gone.
I never wore them, always kept them safe in my jewelry chest in the closet.
But one day, while cleaning, I noticed they had just vanished.
I checked every inch of the house, every nook and cranny.
They were nowhere.
Then, magically, a week later, they were right on top of the fireplace.
The fireplace."
"After that, it just became madness.
I'd come home from work and all of my cabinets would be cleared out, the dishes and plates
strewn about on my counter.
My furniture was moved.
It got to a point where I put in a security system, fearing people were breaking in, but
it never caught anyone.
My kids were half-way across the country, so I knew it wasn't them.
But it was someone, because it was happening."
"Eventually it all became commonplace.
The moving jewelry, the missing clothing, the messy kitchen.
Maybe two or three weeks into it, I called a local group, some paranormal team that spent
the night.
They documented nothing, and told me there wasn't anything in my house.
Not that they were rude about it, but, like everyone, just confused.
I invited them back once more, but they still walked away with nothing.
It was like he... or she, I guess, only wanted me to know they were there."
"You know, they say I've gone crazy from loneliness, but it's quite the opposite.
Sure, it can get annoying having to replace everything, but sometimes I just leave it.
It's a game.
I'm not alone anymore, at least I certainly don't feel like it."
JIM: A devious specter that grew on his host or the creations of a deranged mind?
Do you think Brianne really is living with a messy spook?
Or is Brianne a figment of our imaginations?
How about it, Headley?
DARREN: Definitely FACT.
A ghost would totally misplace things – it’s not like they need to remember where stuff
is.
JIM: You might have a point there, Headley.
You’d probably lose your head if it wasn’t attached to your... ah, I see your point.
DARREN: I got brains, still.
Let us know what you guys think in the comment section, and also vote by using the on-screen
polls.
Now, let's get ready for a twisted tale that will leave you second-guessing the next online
video game you play.
His mother told him time and time again not to talk to strangers, but the video game universe
made it impossible for him to shut them out.
Thirteen-year-old Dennis Handler nearly always listened to his mom, but when his usual crowd
abandoned him on a night of playing World of Warcraft, he was left to make new friends
to journey with...
Story # 2: A Secret Admirer For Dennis Pandaria wasn't going to save itself, but
Dennis' Lvl 5 Pandaren Shaman wasn't ready to take on the horrors of the world alone.
So he scoured the public space, looking for a worthy traveler he could link up with.
Everywhere he looked, high-level Pandaren gathered, a curse he knew he'd have to face
for having joined World of Warcraft late in the game.
Maneuvering through the masses, he noticed another low-level character nearby, a Warrior
that would surely provide a great deal of protection.
Dennis approached him and wasn't coy about what he wanted.
"Looking for partner.
Wanna join?"
was all he sent.
The fellow Pandaren remained still for a moment, as if the controlling player was engrossed
in toying with inventory or was simply away.
"Hello?" Dennis tried again.
This time, he received a reply.
"Yes.
Let's go."
And then they were off.
Dennis trodded along with his new companion, the strange username, YourNewBFF58, grabbing
his attention on many occasions.
The two of them enjoyed several hours of playing together before Dennis heard one of his parents
sneaking about, surely preparing to yell at him to go to sleep.
Before he logged off, YourNewBFF58 told him to friend him and come back tomorrow evening,
a playdate Dennis hoped to keep.
The next night, he let his parents doze off on the couch before heading to his room to
meet up with his new companion.
Just as he logged on, YourNewBFF58 went online as well.
An eerie coincidence, but nothing more.
"Glad you made it," a message dinged on Dennis' screen.
This session was a lot less about exploring Pandaria and more about getting to know one
another.
YourNewBFF58, or Barry as Dennis came to find out, asked what felt like dozens of questions,
mostly about his gaming and movie preferences.
As the hours passed, the topic of conversation turned from Dennis' interests to his daily
life, mostly revolving around whether he had a girlfriend or not.
He thought it was weird, but he went along with it anyway.
At 2 am, the floorboards creaked outside his bedroom door, so he quickly rushed offline
to get to bed.
Two days passed before he was able to get online, and just like the night prior, the
moment he logged on, so, too, did Barry.
He was supposed to play with his usual crew, but Barry got ahold of him first.
"You left quick, didn't say goodnight," Barry messaged him.
Just like the last night they played together, it was less about World of Warcraft and more
about Dennis.
Realizing he had found himself a real nutjob, he simply walked away as Barry's questions
kept coming in.
Dennis ignored them as best he could, but he noticed something alarming about one of
his companion's messages.
"I sent you something yesterday, you should get it in a few days," the message read.
"To my house?"
Dennis inquired, receiving a reply that even his teenage mind processed as a bad sign.
"Yes, thought you'd like it, seeing as how you don't have a girlfriend."
It was the last the two of them had spoken.
Immediately, Dennis logged off, removing Barry from his friends list before doing so.
He tried to push the incident to the back of his mind, though he remained off of World
of Warcraft for a few days.
Just as Barry promised, a box arrived at his house, though he wasn't the one to find it.
Curious about what their 13-year-old son was having shipped to the house, Dennis' parents
sifted through the box and found a stash of Playboy Magazines - a creepy gift from his
New BFF.
JIM: The world of online gaming is filled with creeps, but could Barry have found out
Dennis' address without ever being told?
How about the fact that he seemed to log on at the same time as Dennis?
Was it all part of an eerie lesson for Dennis to learn or was it just our own unsettling
imaginations?
What about you, Headley?
What do you think?
DARREN: I’m kinda torn on this one.
But I’m going to say FICTION.
JIM: Really?
Why do you say that?
DARREN: Well – they’re playing online video games late at night, but Barry asked
if Dennis had a girlfriend?
Duh.
JIM: Well that’s not nice.
You just don’t understand online gaming.
It’s fun – you should give it a try.
DARREN: Suuuure...
I’ll THUMB through my options.
JIM: Ohh, right..
Sorry... not sorry.
DARREN: We’re not going to like each other very well, are we?
Let us know what you think in the comment section below, and don't forget to vote by
using the on-screen poll, and prepare for our 3rd and final story.
Let us introduce you to Mia Cisneros, a tuberculosis patient that, unfortunately, succumbed to
the disease.
Death did not end her nightmare, however - it was simply transferred into the hands of Renard
Kruger, a deranged individual with an unhealthy obsession.
Story # 3: An Unhealthy Obsession Mia had hoped her final breath would finally
bring her peace, but radiology technician in Key West, Florida Renard Kruger, held a
fondness for her that didn't pass when she did.
In fact, it only seemed to intensify it.
When Renard first saw Mia after her admission into Marine-Hospital, he felt like he already
knew her.
The older technician was given the opportunity to care for the beautiful Mia, and through
that time, he became even more enamored by her.
It was a feeling he couldn't explain, but everything he seemed to do was, in some way,
an effort to keep her alive.
Even as the disease deteriorated her body, he stuck by her side, watching her lose more
and more of herself each day.
In the fall of 1935, tuberculosis took Mia from him.
After her funeral, Renard visited her as often as he could, standing at the mausoleum he
commissioned for her.
Mia made her own visitations, as Renard claimed, coming to him as he sang to her at her grave,
imploring him to rescue her from her tomb.
Feeling they were intended to be together forever, Renard decided to act.
So, one quiet evening in the pitch black of night, he crept into her tomb and made off
with her remains, bringing them back to his home.
Mia looked nothing as he remembered, her body decomposed beyond recognition.
Using wires, Renard reassembled her corpse.
He filled her empty eye sockets with glass eyes and stuffed her chest cavity and abdomen
with rags, hoping to keep the figure he had grown to admire.
The more she decomposed in his possession, the more he did to preserve her.
First, it was replacing her decaying flesh with wax-soaked silk cloth.
Then, as her scalp grew more bare, he created wigs.
Renard was in paradise, but it wasn't meant to last.
Seven years after exhuming her corpse, Mia's sister caught wind of the grotesque rumors
about the technician.
After Renard was confronted, Mia's body was discovered.
Despite his horrific acts, Renard was found mentally competent to stand trial, though
it wouldn't matter.
The case was ultimately dropped as the statute of limitations had expired, allowing the demented
man to walk back into the world a free man.
JIM: We all have our own obsessions, but can they drive us to commit atrocities like Renard
Kruger did?
Could a man mentally fit to work in the medical field be so deranged as to try and live with
a corpse forever?
What about you, Headley?
DARREN: Fact.
JIM: That’s it?
No exposition?
Just “fact”?
DARREN: Well... you are talking to a decapitated spirit head trapped in an IKEA box..
I don't know what to believe anymore..
I'm just throwing an answer out there..
JIm: Pretty sure you need arms to throw things, Headley.
DARREN: I’d give you a round of applause for that joke, but....
For everyone at home, be sure to let us know what you think in the comment section while
we get ready for what we've all been waiting for.. the reveal.
Are you ready to find out if you can decipher between fact or fiction?
Let’s look back at tonight's three stories and find out which were born from reality
and which were fabrications of the imagination.
Our first story dealt with a lone woman and her unusual friend.
Did Brianne really make acquaintances with her own friendly, albeit troublesome, ghost?
While it sounds like a fun story, it's unfortunately not true.
There are plenty of cases of alleged poltergeists, but this one is our own little creation.
We know that creeps are all over the internet, but was Dennis' encounter with Barry a true
cautionary anecdote or a complete fabrication?
While we urge care with any online environment, this World of Warcraft experience was not
cited from real events.
Renard Kruger had an unhealthy obsession, but was it one rooted in reality?
The horrifying truth is, yes, this is a real series of events orchestrated by Count Carl
von Cosel.
The radiology technician at the Marine-Hospital Service did have an obsession with tuberculosis
patient Elena Milagro de Hoyos.
After Hoyos passed away, von Cosel removed her corpse and, sadly, did precisely what
Renard did to Mia.
JIM: You got two out of three right, Headley.
Not bad.
DARREN: Thanks!
You know, you were right.. that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
JIM: I figured it'd take some weight off your shoulders after such a hard day..
DARREN: Maybe you better leave the jokes to me.
I have a better head for them.
JIM: Maybe we should stop with the puns now?
DARREN: Way ahead of you, Jim.
How well did you do in tonight's video?
Did you look past the deception of our world and define the oft-blurred line that struggles
to separate lies from the truth?
Let us all know in the comment section below and should you find the urge to test your
perceptions again, be sure to subscribe and join us next time when we ask you to decide
what's fact... or fiction.