The amazing drama you're about to see is a matter of human record.
You may believe it
or not,
but the real people who lived this story,
they believe it.
They know.
They took that
one step beyond.
It begins
here.
In the
Elite Bar and Grill.
With a wedding party.
There's not one thing that sets Sally and Matt Conroy
apart from all the other couples who were married today
in the United States.
Not a thing.
Not yet.
Hey,
hey,
when are we going to get out of here?
Come on,
baby.
How about that Georgie boy,
hey Matt?
He hasn't had that much exercise since he dumped
that load of grapefruit up on the ridge road.
Hey,
it looks like that little gal of yours could keep on dancing all night,
Matt.
Uh,
not if I have anything to say about it.
Sorry baby.
When I get going,
I get carried away.
Hey,
why don't you take it easy,
you big lu?
You all right,
Sal?
Oh,
I think so.
Let's try it again.
I was just getting warmed up.
Hey,
back in the stag line,
Georgie.
Boy,
you've had it.
My turn to dance with the bride.
I just love to gentlemen again.
Yeah,
but they won't hold our room after 9 if if we don't get there.
Oh,
that'd be a shame.
Oh,
we want to thank you for the party,
fellas.
Just one last round for the road on me.
Hey,
Tommy,
say how did Conroy ever find you down among those bayous,
honey?
Well,
he transported my cousin's belongings when she moved
back home a couple of months ago,
and
Well,
one thing led to another.
Yeah,
I am.
How do you like it?
Oh,
I love it.
I've never been northeast or west of Louisiana before in my entire life.
Well,
no one would know it the way you talk,
honey.
Come on,
Sal,
let's get going.
Well,
thanks again for the party,
fellas.
Say amen.
Don't we get a chance to kiss the bride?
Yeah.
I
Hi.
Hey,
what were you dreaming about?
What?
Well,
you were making all sorts of funny faces and funny noises.
Did I look awful?
You couldn't look awful if you tried.
Of course you look a lot better when you're smile.
How much further is it?
Why?
Why are you going to be so tired from all this driving?
I mean,
I sure wish I knew how to drive so I could help you.
You're just going to have to learn,
that's all.
Nutty for somebody to live in California and not know how to drive a car.
What's the matter?
Huh?
What's the matter?
I don't know,
nothing.
Those crazy guys down at Tommy's,
you sure knocked them for a loop.
I guess you know that.
Of course,
you kind of knocked me for a loop too.
I tell you,
I'm sure glad your cousin decided to go back
to Louisiana and call Norcal Van and storage,
Matt,
if we turn.
Left about 1 mile ahead.
It's a prettier job.
How'd you know that?
It's beautiful.
And secluded
There's a hill straight ahead,
just past those pines.
Go up the hill.
How in the world.
Never mind,
never mind.
That's it.
Eagle Points just ahead.
Eagle Point,
turn right.
Be careful.
There's a fallen tree across the road.
Hey,
wait for me.
Sally
Sally,
what's the matter with you?
Sally,
what in the world's the matter with you?
Who are you?
Oh,
come on,
Sally,
stop kidding.
Will you please take your hands off me?
Sally,
I don't know.
Her voice sounded so different.
She looked so different.
I don't know.
Well,
there aren't many roads through here.
Shouldn't take us long to find her.
Now how would she know about a place like this?
She's never been up here before in her life,
I'm sure of it.
Why would she kid me about driving a car?
She looks so different.
Now,
that's mighty strange.
What are the lights doing on in the Wharton place?
Is that your car?
Yeah.
I wonder what Sally's doing here.
Beats me,
mister.
Who lives here?
Nobody now.
Well how come the electricity's still on?
They say it hasn't been settled yet.
The girl who used to live here jumped from a
place called Eagle Point a couple of weeks ago,
Eagle Point.
Kind of gives me the creeps a nice girl like that committing suicide.
What a mess.
Had to make identification from dental records and stuff like that.
No.
No,
no.
What are you trying to do,
scare me to death?
I didn't.
You know what I got to do,
you silly.
I bet you,
Sally.
I didn't.
I was.
I was murdered.
Sally,
Sally
How much longer is this going to go on?
Is what going to go on,
Mr.
Conroy?
Every time she wakes up,
it's another sedative,
another shot.
Is that the only thing you can do for her,
keep her asleep?
Yes,
Mr.
Conroy.
It's been 24 hours.
Look,
I could feed her sleeping pills myself.
Mr.
Conroy,
your wife was quite violent when you brought her in here,
quite incoherent.
Every time she wakes up,
she tries to run away.
Now how would you suggest that we restrain her?
Would you prefer a straitjacket?
You haven't even told me what's wrong with her.
Well,
what's wrong with her?
I don't know.
Well,
when will you know?
Do you see that library?
Every mental and emotional disturbance known to
medicine is described somewhere in these books.
Your wife's case is not among them.
Well then I'll just have to go to some other
hospital where there'll be somebody who can help her.
That's your privilege,
Mr.
Conroy.
I don't think it will solve anything.
I'm going to be quite frank with you.
That young woman you brought in here is not a young woman.
What do you mean that young woman?
She's my wife.
She's not your wife.
Does this sound like your wife?
Alex,
I've told you there's no time.
Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you keeping me here to try to make you well,
Mr.
Conroy.
Why do you keep calling me that?
Because that's your name.
My name is Karen,
you know that Alex,
please,
why won't you help me?
I'm trying to help you,
Mr.
Conroy.
There is no.
No,
no,
I was.
You must believe me.
Alex,
please,
Alex,
there isn't any time.
Why won't you help me?
Please,
please,
Alex,
listen to me.
Listen to me,
I'll be calm.
I promise,
please,
Alex,
I'll be calm.
My name is Karen Wharton.
I was born in Fort Washiki,
Wyoming on February 10th,
1935.
My mother's name is Mary Louise.
My father,
Phillip Joseph Wharton,
died of pneumonia on April 12,
1939.
Your wife Ellen drowned at the Fourth of July picnic in 1941 at Lake Etna.
And 4 years ago at the Harvest Moon Ball
at the country club.
You asked me to marry you,
Alex.
Never mind,
nurse.
Who murdered you?
Dan Stappler.
Why?
Because I wouldn't give him a divorce.
Dan Stappler isn't married.
We were married secretly last year in Mexicali.
Why secretly?
You know why.
Mother hated him.
And she was right.
His passion cooled considerably when he found out that
none of Daddy's money was in my name.
Then why didn't you give him a divorce?
Because I loved him.
I would have been anything he wanted me to be if he'd only loved me.
I can't tell you how
Mortifying it was.
How revolted I was when I saw him at the beach with other women.
And at parties
I loathed him and I loathed myself because later.
When he'd come to me
When it touched me.
Regarding your inquiry,
Daniel Stapler,
married to Karen Horton in this city,
June 11th,
1956,
Mexicali Hall of Records.
Well,
can't there be some sort of explanation?
Maybe she read about the death in a newspaper.
Well,
couldn't it just be a coincidence?
Well,
what is it,
some sort of psychic hocus pocus or something?
Is that what you're trying to tell me?
You'd hardly expect a psychiatrist to tell you a thing like that.
Why did he murder you?
Because he found somebody who did have money.
That night
Go on.
It had been weeks since I'd seen him.
He dropped by that night without any notice at all,
and the famous stapler charm was in full bloom again,
and of course I fell for it again.
Dan always had a
Divine sense of timing.
He told me his real reason for the visit
that he wanted a divorce.
While he was making love to me.
I told him I'd never divorce him,
not ever,
and then he behaved like a
six year old child having a temper tantrum.
He cried out that I cheated him,
ruined his life.
He stomped his feet
and his voice
screeched like a
petulant woman.
He looks so
Ridiculous.
He suddenly looks so ridiculous that I started to laugh.
I don't suppose it was hysteria more than anything else,
but I couldn't stop.
He turned very white
and came at me.
He struck me with his fist.
And before I could tell him that.
Yes,
yes,
you can have your divorce.
It killed me
Oh,
it wasn't a pleasant death,
Alex.
I didn't die quickly.
Finally he
crushed my skull with
With something heavy.
And then he took my body to Eagle Point
and flung it off the edge to make it appear as suicide.
Alex,
Do you believe me?
How can I,
Mrs.
Conroy?
But you must.
I'm not Mrs.
Conroy.
He me at me.
I can prove it.
Alex,
listen to me.
I can prove it.
I can make.
Let me go.
I can make you believe me.
Let me go.
Listen to me,
Alex.
No,
no,
no.
What am I gonna do?
What am I going to do?
Yes.
We'll be right up.
Your wife's awake.
Doctor Schloss,
let me go in first.
Funny,
Are you feeling better?
Alex,
I want to call my mother.
Your mother in Louisiana?
Alex,
please don't start that again.
Please let me call my mother.
Why?
Because she'll believe me,
will she?
Yes,
I think perhaps I'd better call her,
don't you?
It's going to be an awful shock.
Tell her I want to see her.
It's all right if I get dressed,
isn't it?
I don't want her to see me like this.
I must look terrible.
Yes,
get dressed.
You know,
Sal,
we,
uh,
we promised your cousin Diana we were going to wire her right after the ceremony,
only in all the confusion down at Tommy's.
Would you mind leaving so I can get dressed?
Did you call her mother?
I mean,
Mrs.
Wharton.
No.
No,
I didn't.
Mr.
Conroy,
I'm going to try something drastic.
OK.
You gave me this a long time ago,
remember?
Of course,
I remember Alex.
Has there been much change in 5 years?
5 years is a long time.
Did you call my mother?
Not yet.
In case you've forgotten,
the number's 5211.
I remember.
Will you call her now?
Why don't you rest for a while?
I'll take care of it.
Ms.
Peterson.
Hello.
Karen,
oh my God.
Baby,
Bay.
Mother,
I'm so glad to see you.
Alex won't believe me.
No one will believe me.
They're treating me like I'm insane.
Mother,
please help me.
Tell them who I am.
How are you?
Who are you and why are you doing this to me?
Why are you doing this to me?
Oh right.
Really
Here,
take these.
When she put her arms around me,
it was Karen.
I know it was.
And it was Karen's voice.
But she is dead,
doctor,
isn't she?
Yes,
Karen is dead,
Mrs.
Doctor,
Mrs.
Conroy is gone.
There she is.
I
Yeah
With something heavy.
OK.
Well,
what now?
We start with this.
The police,
Dan Stapler.
Oh,
I mean about.
Her.
I don't know about her.
Oh.
Hi darling.
Matt,
is something wrong?
Not
now.
Now,
we got lost for a while,
but we're all right now.
We're going to be married a long time,
Mrs.
Conroy,
and it,
it,
it's gonna take me a long time to
Oh
thanks.
There's a nice technical word
for what happened to Sally Conroy.
It's called possession.
That is the dead
temporarily taking over the body
of the living.
Terrifying.
It terrified Dan Stappler into a quick and full confession.
There are thousands of cases of possession in the records,
many of them
fully authenticated
by respected scientists.
We've seen one.
To whom it happened,
we know.
Where it happened,
we know.
How
or why it happened.
Good night.
Whether or not you believe that coming events cast their shadows before them,
be with us next week when 5 different people,
totally unknown to each other,
see the hideous shadow of a great disaster,
weeks,
days,
hours before it happens.
This heretofore untold drama
comes from the testimony of those who took that
one step beyond.