"My very first body had been in his house for almost a week during a very hot July with no air conditioning.
Did you know that your skin will become clear and you can see EVERYTHING? He popped when the funeral home came to get him. Yes, popped. Some people, they're not bothered by this. Me? No no no. I don't have the stomach. This is the only part of the job that bothers me."
"As silly as this sounds, I was clearing a house with my weapon out and rounded a corner to see a man pointing one right at my face. I yelled and was taking the slack out of the trigger when I realized I was looking in a full-length mirror. It took a while to recover from that adrenaline dump. That's a good illustration of how the human mind can't process an entire scene at one time and you'll focus on what's important (the weapon) vs other details (my own face and police uniform.)"
"My brother is a cop. He told me about this time when they responded to a work place accident where a rail yard worker had been crushed between two railcars. The guy had been crushed/pressed into the ladder of one of the cars. They kept hearing voices coming from the body, muffled voices but definitely coming from the body.
It took them a while to figure out the worker had been carrying a radio. Needless to say they were a bit disturbed until they reached that conclusion."
"My brother-in-law is a cop. He told me about a time he and his partner were called to do a wellness check on someone with a terminal illness because the family didn't know where he was.
So they get to the house, knock, and get no response. They entered the house to see if he had passed away due to his illness. They did not find him there, but what they did find was a stairway leading down to a basement.
In that basement was a vast number of 'toys', ropes, and harnesses. There was also a stage with a bed on it, and a video camera on a tripod focused on it. He had stumbled upon this guy's 'dungeon'.
The guy ended up being alive, but was visiting someone out of town and didn't notify any of his family."
"We responded to a burglary alarm at a mortuary and found that one of the rear doors was left open. Policy now dictates that the entire building needs to be cleared (searched) to confirm that it was a false alarm.
It's the middle of the night and totally dark. We use flashlights and never turn on lights. We walk into one of the rooms and see a body on a table. It appeared that it was waiting to be processed by the mortician. It smelled like a mildly decomposing body. Suddenly I see a shadow to my right and I shine my light there and find nothing out of the ordinary. I immediately smell a really strong whiff of perfume blow by me. The search was completed more quickly than normal after that. Nothing was found."
"I got called to assist ambulance at an address because they were struggling with a woman who'd had an apparent seizure. We got there and she's this tiny lady who's being held down on the floor by a paramedic. She's hissing and struggling against her and repeatedly trying to bite the paramedic. Her eyes are all black and red, no white. It takes me, my partner for the evening, plus three paramedics to hold her down. All the time she's struggling and trying to bite him, veins popping out of her neck. She's looking past us at the corner of the room screaming at something that isn't there, telling it not to kill her and us.
Her husband tells us this has been happening since she last went to Singapore and got sick after visiting a holy site. Usually, her sister has to stop it by putting this powder on her forehead in a cross, but she's out of the country.
In the end, she was taken to hospital for a mental health assessment by the paramedics. I often wonder what the outcome was but have no way of finding out, unfortunately."
"I got a call that there was an abandoned truck on the highway. I was only a mile or two away, so I headed there. It was in the middle of these curves, with a mountain wall on one side, and a drop off to a creek on the other side. It was dark, around midnight. I pull up and there it is; an old light blue 1950's pickup truck.
I'm sitting there, no backup, no idea where the driver is. I walk up, weapon out, inhaling the strong alcohol vapors. No one to be found. I call for a tow truck. Meanwhile, I have to wait in the dark, in the middle of blind curves, with no idea where the driver is or why he left it. My adrenaline was at an all-time high for sure."
"An elderly woman had called in reporting that a man carrying a drawstring bag was walking around her and her husband's property. She described the man as walking 'like a zombie' and was looking down towards the ground the entire time. She wasn't able to tell if the man was attempting to break in or not.
My partner and I were about fifteen minutes away when the call came in from dispatch. When we were about halfway there, the elderly woman had reported that her husband, who was downstairs watching the front yard with firearm in hand by the front door, told her that he watched the trespasser disappear into a cornfield that was across the street from their house.
My partner and I quickly searched the area around the cornfield then went to the house. As I took down some information from both the husband and wife, my partner searched the property for any signs of tampering but found nothing. We then patrolled the area for a good ten or so minutes hoping to find the man but didn't."
"We got a family disturbance call on Christmas Eve 2011, Husband vs. wife. No battery, nobody went to jail, but the house was filled with hundreds of knives and 'toys'. Normal toys, little toys, great big horse-sized toys, and every kind of mall ninja knife you can imagine. Every horizontal surface was covered with sharp metal or jiggly silicone, there were even a few new ones under the tree.
After clearing the house, we had to talk to these folks with a straight face for a good ten minutes, it was one of the greatest challenges of my career."
"My friend is a cop in a major city, and one night that we were supposed to go out after his shift, he decided to pick me up in his cop car, since he was almost finished his shift and was just going to drop the car back at the depot. On the way though he got a call that someone was complaining about noises coming from their basement that sounded like a person, so he decided to make that his last stop. I was told to wait in the car, while he talked with home owner and checked it out. He was gone for about half an hour before we came back and had this terrified look on him.
Apparently, the home owner was hearing loud thuds from his basement for a couple of weeks but on the day of the call they were really loud and scaring him. He had a walk in basement so he thought maybe someone had broken in. My friend goes to the basement to check it out with the homeowner. The basement is all dark and the lights need to be turned on from the electrical panel. So they get to the panel and my friend says he saw something in the corner of his eye.
He turns around and at an end of a hallway, which leads to a cold storage, he sees a guy facing the door of the cold storage just standing there. He yells at the guy to turn around but he doesn't. Homeowner sees him too and is really scared. My friend asks the guy to turn around once more before hitting the switch for the lights and the guy at the cold storage just disappears when the lights come on.
My friend swore that he searched every inch of that basement and could not find anyone else there. Homeowner is shook up and says he's gonna stay with a friend for a night and my friend calls another cop to check the house to see if anyone tries to enter the main house or basement. Not sure what happened after but my friend swears he saw someone in that basement."
"I was at my grandparents on vacation in Iowa. They live in the middle of nowhere, couple elderly neighbors, and cornfields for miles. It was like 2am and I was gonna go have a smoke before bed. Their back porch has a big sliding door.
Well, I walk into the room with the sliding door, and there's a guy in creepy mask and his eyes are jet black. He's quietly wiggling the door, trying to open it. I got so scared I felt my butthole clench up and I dropped my cig. Right then the guy freezes and looks right at me. He pauses, then starts frantically shaking the door trying to open it, like this dude is trying to rip the door off the house. I run over to my grandpa's firearm cabinet and grab some old weapon and by the time I whipped around to point it at him, he was gone. I ran and woke up my grandparents, we all walked around the house with loaded guns for a minute but the guy was gone.
A couple weeks later some bald guy walked out of the cornfield wearing a dress. He stood by the highway for half an hour, then got picked up by some sketchy car. I won't even go in cornfields in broad daylight anymore."
"We get a call about some squatters in a house that's going to be demolished soon to make room for a freeway. No big deal, kick them out, go on with our business. It's sunset, just starting to get dark.
Our car and the other officer arrive at this place and it's all fenced off and looks abandoned and by abandoned, I mean it looks scary as hell. It was like an old school house, metal swing set, a 'friendly' scare crow next to a fence. On the blocked in windows, people wrote in sharpie all kinds of spooky stuff like 'this place belongs to us' and just all around weird crap even creepier than that.
So there was a main house, a garage type thing, and then a cellar. A door leading under ground with creaky wooden steps. If you walk down those, it's concrete and there are windows, but it's a basement. The windows just show dirt. There are beds and stuff but it looks like it's been abandoned for a LONG time. It was so scary it's ridiculous."
"I respond to a burglary. I'm going through the house with the homeowners, a young married couple, documenting damage and loss. We step in to the bedroom. Theres a red...'toy' on the floor. They look at it, I look at it, and then we look at each other.
We spend the next five minutes with locked eye contact talking about the broken window, missing jewellery, missing TV, all that. Everyone refusing to look at, discuss it, acknowledge the 'toy'. And then on to the living room."
"We went to an apartment which had become a den for people to shoot up. A female we knew called and said the male renter had been assaulted and she had run. We got there and the door was bolted shut. I kicked the door over and over again and it wouldn't open. What I found out later is the team had done a search warrant on the apartment a couple weeks earlier and afterward the tenants had reinforced the door jamb with a metal plate. It took me a total of 22 times kicking the door before I broke the deadbolt in half which flew across the room and hit the wall. We made entry; guns drawn and started clearing the apartment.
This place was the kind of spooky you'd see in TV. It was dark, there were upside down pentagrams, the numbers 666 painted on the wall, pictures of faces hung on the wall with the eyes X'd out and baby dolls with their eyes scratched out into X's. As we cleared the first room we started seeing the blood. First on the bed, then a trail on the floor leading into the back room. The layout was weird; one main room, then a back room which was more of a hallway and a bathroom at the end of that hall. We followed the trail of blood down the hall to the bathroom door. In front of the door was the renter's dog which was shaking uncontrollably, scared out of its mind. As we got closer the dog got really aggressive because it was scared.
I made my way around the dog and entered the bathroom where I found the renter hunched over in the shower, bleeding from his face, holding his cheeks with his hands. He was frantically trying to talk, pleading with us not to hurt his dog, but I couldn't understand him. Then I saw the extend of what had happened to him. His jaw had been dislocated on both sides when he was beaten by two men with a hammer."
"My grandfather was a cop in a small town in the 60's-70's. Late at nigh,t it was common for officers to pull over vehicles driving through town, especially if they didn't recognize them. He pulls over a bus load of people. He walks through and asks them where they are headed, all the usual stuff. They were headed to California.
It was Charles Manson and his group."