Is Andy Kaufman alive and well in Albuquerque ? (video)

ALBUQUERQUE (KRQE) - It's an urban legend that's been around for decades: Actor and comedian Andy Kaufman didn't actually die, he faked his death as the ultimate prank.

Now that urban legend has resurfaced, with a small group of fans believing he's alive and living in Albuquerque.

Kaufman was considered by some as less of a comedian and more of a performance artist who wanted to make the audience question reality.

Some say, if anyone could pull off faking his own cancer death 29 years ago it would be Andy Kaufman.
“I do find it fascinating and I think there's a very strong possibility that this could be for real,” said Edgewood-based writer Jack Bristow.

Bristow is part of a group of fans recently interviewed by the Huffington Post  who explain in detail why some believe Kaufman has created a whole different life in the Land of Enchantment.

“He told people he was going to fake his death before it happened, years before,” Bristow said.

As the story goes, fans say Kaufman has a biological son, known as Stephen Maddox , who spent years trying to track down his father. Maddox dedicated a website to it  and eventually tracked him down in Albuquerque two years ago.

The Legend of Hotel 33 Williamsport PA (video audio)

Williamsport, PA (I-Newswire) December 6, 2012 - At present nothing is mysterious anymore. Most people don’t believe in paranormal activities. Science is upgrading day by day and proving these supernatural theories wrong. According to scientific study, thinking creates mystery in most cases. What if 33 people vanished inside of a hotel without a trace? Did they disappear into thin air? The mystery of the Grand Hotel in Williamsporthas racked people’s belief structure over the past several decades and the legend will live on for decades to come.

The first tragic, unexplained event took place on May 10, 1953 on opening night of the Grand Hotel.

Exactly 32 people attended the opening, including guests and hotel staff. By the next morning- they were all missing. Police conducted a thorough investigation, but found no evidence or possible clues leading to a viable explanation. This event struck Williamsport to the core and left the entire town devastated and confused.A commission was created and the hotel was immediately shut down and boarded up. It took a while, but people eventuallybegan to forget the inexplicable event and move on with their lives.

On January 15, 1993, wealthy real estate developer, Timothy Miller reopened the hotel, with the goal of attracting tourists as a haunted house. The opening was a big success. People familiar with the legend came to stay at the hotel in hopes of having some type of supernatural experience.

Among the curious people, were local college students, Rob Laden, Troy Belger and Jarod Carr. They set out to “Hotel 32” in hopes to see or experience something out of the ordinary.

New Jersey's "Bermuda Triangle" Fishing Hole with Dark Past

CLINTON — A fisherman’s paradise, Round Valley Reservoir in Hunterdon County stretches across 2,000 noise-free acres and is stocked with plenty of trout. On a good day, you can gaze down about 20 feet into its blue waters.

But there’s also a dark side to the popular Clinton Township fishing hole, one of New Jersey's deepest man-made lakes. Somewhere in its depths lie six presumably drowned men who’ve been missing for years, and surrounding it are tales about its death toll, which numbers roughly a couple dozen within the past 40 years.

Some locals call the reservoir "the Bermuda Triangle of New Jersey," a nickname that’s being uttered once again after a fishing hook snared a skeletal human foot earlier this month.

Deadly "Ghost Train" game kills two teens

Officer inspects tracks after deadly accident

ST. LOUIS (AP) — Two Missouri girls struck and killed by an Amtrak train were playing a deadly game, a coroner said Tuesday.

Butler County Coroner Jim Akers said the teens were playing a game called "Ghost Train," in which a car is parked on the tracks, purportedly awaiting the arrival of a "ghost train" involved in a fatal derailment many years ago. Occupants let the windows fog up in the scary setting. If a train approaches, they drive off.

But Akers said that as the Amtrak train neared the 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee, the vehicle wouldn't start. Three teens got out but two panicked and couldn't unbuckle their seat belts. One returned and unbuckled the other girls and was still inside the Jeep when the train slammed into it.

"It's crazy," said Akers, who had never heard of the game before the accident. "It's horrible. I really don't have words yet. I wish I had some smart, poetic way of saying something to stop kids from doing things like this."

The accident happened at 12:30 a.m. Tuesday at a railroad crossing near Poplar Bluff in southeast Missouri. The Missouri State Highway Patrol identified the girls who died as Victoria Swanson, 15, and Haley Whitmer, 17, both of Poplar Bluff.

Black Eyed Children: An Eyewitness Encounter

Urban legends referring to Black Eyed Children began to appear in 1998, starting with a newsgroup article by journalist Brian Bethel reporting of a meeting with two unusually confident and eloquent children who attempted to talk him into giving them a ride in his car.

Bethel said in his post that he nearly opened the door to admit the children, even though he found them vaguely unsettling, until he realized that their eyes were completely black, with no iris or pupil. He reports that, as soon as he realized this, the children became angry and insistent, and he drove away quickly.


Urban legends involving the Black Eyed Children generally do not explain the cause of the children's eye color or the origins of the children themselves. Some imply they could be ghosts or demons, specifically vampires: the tales frequently emphasize that the children must be admitted or invited into the house or car in question, and in this way are reminiscent of some vampire legends. 

Here's an interesting eyewitness account of this phenomena.

Beverly French stepped outside her home November 25, 2008, dragging a box of Christmas lights she and her husband Bill would soon string across the eaves. Bill had taken his box of lights out back.

The French’s had lived in their home, along a cul-de-sac on the outskirts of a small, Northern California town, about 40 years, and owned a general store/gas station in this town of about 2,000 people.

The day, two days before Thanksgiving, was peaceful. That peace did not last.


“I was sitting on the porch with a box of lights at my feet when I heard someone call out to me,” Beverly said.

“Do you need any help?” the voice asked.

Beverly looked up from untangling strings of lights to find two children on the sidewalk in front of her house. She hadn’t noticed them approach, which was unlikely on this quiet dirt road, engine noise and a cloud of dust advertising visitors. What struck her as even more odd, she didn’t know them.