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Police Officers on the Frightening Paranormal Calls They Were Forced to Respond to

Delaney Caulfield

Police officers have got a seriously tough job. They experience all sides of humanity, from the heartbreaking moments of loss to those of compassion and mercy, even the horrifying dark side of the human psyche. Police officers need to approach every situation from a critical standpoint, never knowing if a simple speeding ticket could turn into a shootout. Granted those things usually only happen in movies and TV shows. Still, the possibility lurks behind every call they go to answer. A dangerous job it definitely is, and stressful, they’ve got the responsibility for everyone’s safety on their backs.

They handle calls that truly run the gamut. From complaints about difficult neighbors to the more audacious criminals, police officers interact with all walks of life. Including the occasional call that contests the limits of reality. Police officers aren’t immune to the strange current which ebbs through this world. They too must deal with some unexplainable events. That for which a logical explanation just doesn’t exist. Those calls that still give them goosebumps, that they’ll never quite be able to shake. Redditors, who also happen to be cops, share their stories about frightening paranormal calls they had to respond to.

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35. Sometimes It’s Best to Humor Them

This is just a story from a dispatch guy I know. they would get calls every week from this guy who thought aliens were reading his mind and was going to abduct him. One officer got tired of going out to the residence so he made an aluminum foil hat for him and told him aliens can’t penetrate the aluminum. A month later they get a call from the same guy saying he lost his hat and needed a new one.

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34. Herding Cats

My dad is a police officer and he recently told me a story from before I was born. Him and his partner are patrolling in a rural town. A call comes in from an old lady that a group of men in white hoods are walking up and down her street. Now being in England, the Klan would be an odd appearance and so my dad, thinking this at least would be interesting, and another car drive to the street as fast as they can, from opposite sides. The two cars meet at the street, which is a dead end, with none of the men in sight. But the paranormal aspect is that my dad swears around 30-40 cats were just wandering in the middle of the street. All of the residents were out and none of them knew anything about the cats.

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33. Ear Flicks in the Night Might Not be Bugs

My uncle was the sheriff of a small town in New Mexico. He was the most hardcore person in our family, super straight-laced, never really BS’ed and wasn’t at all a joker.

So when he told this story (backed up by my aunt) we all believed it without question.

A local reporter named Bob D. would always show up at any major police activity from the police scanner. Big car wrecks, fires, anything worth maybe reporting in the local paper. Everybody on the force knew Bob D., he was around at least once or twice a week at various police activities. Bob was a bit of a joker himself, he would mess with people by flicking behind their ears. People would react to the flicks thinking it was a bug only to turn around and see it was Bob jerking them around. Everybody liked Bob. Unfortunately, Bob had bad lung cancer and died pretty suddenly. His wife buried him (against his wishes, he wanted to be cremated).

For the next couple of weeks, after his funeral, people kept talking about “seeing Bob” at car wrecks, fires, all the same stuff he used to report on. There were 20-30 reports like this from civilians and members of the force. My uncle didn’t buy it.

Until the night he and my aunt showed up at our house, gun drawn, pale as paper. We asked him what the hell happened, and he had to sit down, take his breath, compose himself and start to outline what happened. Note: This is a guy that I never saw get rattled, by anything.

He said that my aunt and he were sitting on the couch in their house watching TV. My uncle kept scratching at his ear, over and over. Finally, my aunt asked him what the problem was and he turned around just in time to see their bedroom door open. Bob D. standing there in the doorway. Clear as day. My uncle jumped up, cussed or something, got my aunt’s attention who turned to see him there too. As soon as they both made eye contact with him, Bob smiled, turned, walked across the living room and out their front door. Closed the door behind himself and was gone.

My uncle got control of himself and ran outside, gun drawn, looking for Bob, but he was gone. At that point, they ran over to our place. We went over there and didn’t see anything but my aunt and uncle stayed at our place that night.

At work the next day, all the guys on the force were giving my uncle lots of “we told you so.” People around town said they saw Bob D. show up at police scenes for at least another 2-3 months. My dad saw him in our darkroom in our basement with a friend. He was flicking their ears in the dark.

During the third month, people that saw him kept saying he was looking worse and worse. My uncle saw him two more times, each time confirming he was looking more and more worn. My Dad had concluded that he was decomposing and his ghost was reflecting that process.

Every time my ear itches, I get goosebumps.

ClockParadoX

32. H’aint Proof Police Car Won’t Save That Person

Not me, but my dad was a cop for 32 years. This was one of his craziest calls.

A call goes out for reported screaming it’s mid-January (important later). My father and another officer responded to find a known deranged individual (very long rap sheet and has been in and out of psychiatric care for years) sitting on the front porch holding a double sided wood splitting ax. Steam is coming up off the grass and there are “chunks” lying all over the lawn.

Upon interviewing the suspect he admits that he and a friend were playing poker, the suspect was losing nearly every hand and came to the conclusion that his friend was an “h’aint” (southern for ghost) and was cheating him.

The suspect grabbed the ax and chased his friend outside and hacked him into dozens of pieces thus causing the warm blood to create steam on the grass.

My dad tells the suspect that he needs to get in the police car because it’s h’aint proof.

He said the suspect dropped the ax and sprinted to get in the back seat while thanking them for helping him.

TL;DR My father convinced an ax murder to get in his cop car by saying it was ghost proof.

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31. Meds Are Important

Best story I’ve got is how they tracked a hit and run driver back to his house around midnight about 10 years ago. Guy came to the door in full chainmail armor and sword advancing on the officers before running back inside. His sister apologized and said that he’s been off his meds. They go into the basement, action figures lining every inch of wall space, find him in leather armor waving a large mallet around taunting the officers. They lit him up (tased him) and last I heard they made sure he got his meds.

I love police stories, you just can’t make this stuff up.

GrantH527

30. Easy Solve

My platoon mates responded to a call where the lady said the ghost of a cat was under her bathroom sink. She also never owned a cat so she didn’t know whose cat ghost it was.

One of them chased it out with a broom. Problem solved.

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29. They Were They to Probe Cows

I was called to a job at night where the informant said there were firearms being shot in the area (semi-rural). Nothing strange at first glance. Searched the general area and found nothing so approached the informant. She was a middle aged hippy. She proceeded to tell me that a UFO had landed a couple of properties over and she saw aliens shooting laser guns at cattle. I smiled, doffed and left…

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28. Not Exactly Terrifying But Very Entertaining

Just to be clear, this is not my story; it comes from a guy I knew from a forum, who is both a rural Texas peace officer and also a fairly entertaining writer.

One of the nice things about working in small towns are the…unique…problems that you learn to solve. One such problem belonged to a sweet little old lady who lived in a big, old mansion over in the old section of town. She had an, ahem, ghost infestation.

Now, most of the time this was all right (I think she liked the company), but once in a while, the ghosts would get a wee bit rowdy. Thereupon, she’d call the S.O. and one of us would be dispatched to take care of the situation. We’d show up, she’d let us into the huge old house, the officer would go upstairs and read a stern warning to the ghosts.

I found that if you took George C. Scotts’ speech from Patton, complete with pacing back-and-forth and gestures, and cleaned up the language a bit, the ghosts would normally be impressed enough to keep quiet for a week or two.

Once you were done, you’d go back downstairs, where the lady would stuff you full of homemade cinnamon rolls and iced tea, and you’d swap gossip for a while.

One day the Sheriff gets A Bright Idea: we’d take care of this situation once-and-for-all. Plans are made. People are notified. We wait for the call.

And one Friday evening, she calls. Not only are the ghosts rowdy, it sounds like they’re having a party. And (delivered in whispered tones) she thinks she heard some girl ghosts giggling up there, and this Wasn’t Right.

The call goes out. We load up our full-time officers (all four of them), we get our Reserves (mostly Security from a local Federal facility), we don our Ninja gear, we mount our Trusty Steed (re-worked, Korea-era Ambulance) and we sway and sputter and backfire and shudder and creak our way over hill and through dale.

Once on location, a hasty whispered conference takes place. Who looks the least threatening?

That would be Yours Truly having hysterics in the back.

Up I go, I knock on the door, tell the little old lady that we’re here to solve her problem and seat her on the porch swing with a blanket.

CRASH!

Twenty SWAT rhinos in full gear hit the door, clear the bottom floor tactically, flow the stairs, and then the shouting starts.

“Hey, you! YES, YOU! OUT, OUT, OUT!!”

“One here! Out, out, out! CLEAR!”

“You! Yes, you! Where do you think you’re going? OUT, OUT, OUT!”

Thus were our thoroughly scared and cowed (albeit invisible) subjects herded to the front lawn, where the Sheriff is standing on the roof of the ambulance—excuse me, SWAT vehicle—delivering his patented fire-and-brimstone, straight-path/crooked-path speech. Complete with finger-pointing, arm waving and emotional entreaties to what only an absolute cynic would consider an empty lawn.

Watched with great interest by all the neighbors—heck, most of the town—who promptly got out the lawn-chairs, the sodas and the snacks and basically started a block party.

*sigh*

Small towns.

Once we were done, and had allowed the thoroughly chastised and completely humbled spirits back upstairs, we sat in her kitchen (in black BDUs, rifles, shotguns, etc.) eating cinnamon rolls and drinking iced tea.

During this last part, the lady whispered to me that we had “Missed one.”

Never said I wasn’t fast on my mental feet—I promptly whispered back that he was too young to be subjected to such a scary action. She examined him closely and declared that I was probably right.

It took the ghosts almost three months to go back to their rowdy ways.

Heh.

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27. I’m Sorry, What Was on the Strange Wood Pile Sitting in the Middle of the Room?

Worked as a police officer in a small town in rural Nebraska. Back in the ’90s, I was patrolling through town in winter. We had several abandoned houses in town, but one seemed to have the attraction of copper thieves, so we were told to keep an eye on it. Drove by it around 7:00 pm, since it sat on a corner lot, I had a clear view of all four sides of the house. As I drove around the corner. Nothing looks out of the ordinary.

About two hours later I drive by again and the back door is wide open. I know that the back door was not open when I drove by it earlier. Looking at the snow on the ground around the house, there were no footprints. So I think “What the hell?” Call dispatch, tell them I’m investigating an open door at that address and ask for a county sheriff to start my way. I walk to the open door, pull out my flashlight and shine it inside. The house has obviously been gutted for the most part. The plaster walls have been torn down, debris piles everywhere.

Since there were no footprints in the snow around the door other than mine, and with all the dust on the floor not showing any footprints, I chalk it up to the wind or maybe the door just opened on its own. I was about to secure the door when I heard a loud thump come from upstairs and what sounded like kids laughing. So I enter the house and yell out “Police department, come downstairs!” More of what sounds like kids playing. I tell dispatch that it sounds like there are kids in the house and start making my way through the kitchen into the living room where the stairs are. All the while cautiously checking the main floor.

Two more times I hear something upstairs, but since I’ve had no response, I start thinking maybe it’s an animal. Still, I hear what I’d swear was kids laughing. I head upstairs and it all gets quiet. The upstairs is relatively small with a hallway at the top of the stairs that has one bedroom on the right, one straight ahead at the end of the hall, and a bedroom on the left. As I get to the top of the stairs, I hear a thump in the bedroom to the left. I carefully peek around the door and it’s an empty room with a small pile of plaster and wood debris in the middle.

No kidding, sitting on top of the pile of debris was a page torn out of a child’s book with a picture of a police officer on it. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, I got out of that room, quickly cleared the other rooms upstairs and got the fuck out of there. Told dispatch nobody was in the house, locked the back door, and never went back in there again.

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26. What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie?

I am not a cop but three years ago our very elderly next door neighbor died suddenly in her house. They found her body five days later in the kitchen.

Fast forward to last summer.

I’m sitting in my house watching a movie and all of the sudden about eight police cars come out of nowhere sirens blaring lights on and most park by that empty house. Some park in my driveway so I went outside to see what was up.

A police officer went through the quick formalities and asked if I had seen anything strange in the past five minutes. I replied no and rather hesitantly asked what was going on. He said that the police department received a call from the house and when the operator picked up the line went dead.

I stayed at a friend’s that night.

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25. Oh Fantastic, Unidentified Screams of Terror in the Complete Darkness

Called to a residence out in the boonies (this was in Wyoming, so the boonies are really the boonies) at about 11 PM about suspicious activity. When we get there, we are told by the family living there that there are VERY strange screams coming from a creek area about 1,000 feet out. And sure enough, waiting outside on the porch with them for about a minute, I hear it. It is very hard to describe what it sounded like. It was like a woman in very severe distress, but higher pitched, and each scream lasted for about 10-15 seconds, it never sounded like it was saying anything, it just sounded like a cry of sheer terror. And it repeated again.

We tell the family we are going to investigate, so we just walk down to the creek since it was nice out. We hear about two more screams, getting louder as we approach the creek. By now, we’re both kind of freaked out, there are two possibilities: someone is getting murdered/maimed in the creek bed, or it’s a wild animal.

As we approach the creek bed, we hear no screams for about five minutes. We search around and find nothing, yelling at the top of our lungs for somebody to come towards if they are there.

Then, we hear the exact same scream behind us, exactly from where we came from. We get about halfway back to the house, and the scream comes so loudly it seems to be right next to us. We frantically shine our flashlights EVERYWHERE and find nothing, no eye glints of animals, no rustling of bushes, just silence. We trace our steps back, and the scream comes from around the creek again. This time, it lasted about 30 seconds and was much louder than before. Our retreat becomes a little more hastened.

By this time we were both scared shitless and verified with the family to call us again if they heard it. They never called again, and we got the hell out of there.

I still don’t know what it was, as an avid outdoorsman, I KNOW no animal makes a cry like that, especially one that can move stealthily without being spotted by flashlights.

Something else that weirded me out was that it was completely silent while the screams were happening. During summer in Wyoming, there is always some type of ambient animal sounds, frogs croaking, crickets chirping, owls hooting, coyotes howling, etc, but there was nothing. Until we were leaving and the screams had stopped. Then a frog started croaking.

It gives me the creeps just thinking about it still.

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24. Well That Was a Creative Idea

My mom was a police officer. She tells the story of an old woman who called the police almost weekly complaining that there was a ghost in her house. They’d go in, check it out, and tell her they couldn’t find anything.

One day, one of the guys on her squad gets dispatched to this lady’s house. He busts in, worriedly, and asks if she has a 2-liter bottle. She nods back solemnly with wide eyes and empties out a Coke bottle she had.

“Ma’am, I’m gonna have to ask you to wait outside. It could get messy.”

She runs outside to the front porch. The cop walks upstairs, lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke into the 2L bottle. He chills for a minute or two, then comes running out of the house, triumphantly holding the smoke-filled bottle, screaming “I’ve got the ghost! I’ve got the ghost!”

He threw it into the back of his Crown Vic and sped off. They never got a call from the lady again.

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23. Classic Tin Foil Hat Move

My grandpa, who was in the NYPD, said that whenever they got these sort of calls, they would tell them to put tin foil on their windows to keep the spirits out.

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22. Reads Like a Freddy Krueger Nightmare

Yes actually…really freaking weird.

Back when I was working as a cop on a military base, I loved working the night shift. Didn’t deal with 99% of the stuff that day shift dealt with and what little stuff we did deal with was usually really interesting.

Well almost every building on a base is alarmed and the alarms are tied right into the desk so we know the instant they go off. When we get an alarm activation, we close the base, and go check the building, pull on all the doors, see if we can get in. If we can, we go into the building and secure it, check all the doors and corners to see if someone set the alarm off.

Well, one night I was on patrol with my alpha (partner) and we get called to respond to an alarm activation at the elementary school. So we go, secure the building, and call in that the building is all secure. No problem, keep patrolling.

So about 15-20 minutes go by and we get another alarm activation. We get back out there and check and now there is a maintenance door open that leads into a boiler roomish thing. Nothing in it, we close it, lock it and get out.

Another 20 minutes and another alarm. We respond, all the doors are still locked and we can’t get in, maintenance door is locked. Call in the all clear.

This time my buddy and I sit on opposite sides of the school and watch to see if someone is coming and yanking the doors real hard to set the alarm off.

We sit there and watch, nothing happens and right as we’re about to leave, another alarm activation as we’re sitting there. We inform the desk that we’d like the building manager on site to help us secure the interior and to let us in. (This is like now 3 am.)

Building custodian shows up and we start doing a walk through, checking all the classrooms and checking all the maintenance rooms and that’s when we see one of the maintenance doors open with the lights on in the room. Now, this room is literally the size of a closet.

We walk down there and look in, no one’s in it and that door is locked when it closes. We look in there and we find a single footprint of a barefoot made of water (Left foot as I recall) of a small child. Freaked the living heck out of us because no one reported a missing child and the entire building was clear and still locked up. No one left, no one entered and we checked every inch of that darn place (literally a 3-hour deep sweep including ceiling tiles).

Freaked the ever-loving heck out of us and to this day, my partner refuses to go into that school. Speaking of which, schools are really damn spooky when they’re empty.

B1ackMagix

21. It Could Happen to You

Posted this story a while back. Hope you like it. 100% true.

I was a 9-1-1 dispatcher for about 5 years out of school… one night I got a call from a lady at a residence in town. “9-1-1, what is your emergency?” “Is this the police?” she breathed. She was freaking out. Heavy breathing, scared shaking voice. I’ve taken many calls like this and from the sound of her voice, this was not going to be a routine call. I sat up straight and my heart started to pump faster. “Yes, ma’am, what is your emergency?” “There’s someone in my house…” she trailed off—very breathy and genuine, but not loud and freaking out. “OK, are you located at (house address)?” “Yes” I dispatch the cars to start heading over to the address, and I don’t give a reason yet. “OK, do you know who this person is?” “Well, no I don’t, I think it’s…” “It’s…?” “I know this sounds so crazy, I think that there’s a ghost in my house…” she begins to sob and sound SO SCARED. “There are noises and I KNOW THERE IS A GHOST right in the other room, I CAN HEAR IT RIGHT NOW!!”

At this time, the Sergeant asks me the reason of the call and why I sent him and 2 other cars without explanation… normally you’d send 1 car to something like that. “It’s suspicious activity,” I told him “WHAT activity!” he demanded over the radio, a fair question. “Sir, the caller is claiming there is someone in the house and she believes it to be a ghost.” Silence on the air for about a minute. “10-4” is all he said. By the time they got there, the ghost was gone and the poor lady was a freaked out mess, and she kept apologizing for calling us, but IT WAS REAL she kept repeating. The officers later told me that her sincerity actually freaked them out a lot and when they searched the house—guns drawn—even they were scared.

PatrickKaine

20. It Can’t Always Be Electrical Issues

Security count? I worked the control room at a museum. Some of our facilities included a Civil-war era church and a former home for displaced war widows.

A lot of it is circumstantial at best—older cameras, poorly installed sensors—but when you work the night shift, there are only four people on shift, and you consistently get different alarms that are only centered on those two buildings and static-y images of something… you start to wonder if it’s just the equipment.

Notonpatrol

19. Revenge Is Best Served Cold

My father was a Boston cop, he told me about a memorable call back in the early ’90s. He got a domestic call (cops hate those) where when he showed up, the man who called was waiting outside covered in blankets shivering to death… on a hot day in the middle of August. Apparently, he angered his woman and she responded by making a voodoo doll and chained & padlocked it in the freezer. The man wanted the cops to break the freezer open but they weren’t going to destroy property over this so they sent him to the hospital. My father said this guy’s teeth were chattering & his lips were turning blue when it was sunny & 80 ° out.

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18. Pink Rhino Gambit

Not me, but my mom is an animal humane officer and my dad a cop. My mom got a call about a wild animal in an old woman’s house. She went and this old lady is standing in a chair and pointing at her couch saying there are pink rhinos having sex on it and she wants them out and the couch set out by the curb. So my mom pretends to soho the rhinos out and the lady finds some men to carry this couch and set it by the road. Later that night my dad got a call cause she wanted him to shoot the rhinos outside trying to get in.

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17. Oh Boy

I was doing Ssecurity at a hospital with an ER, ICU, surgical, the whole works and I got called to several paranormal calls. Most were psych cases or paranoid people that heard a strange noise…

This time more than one nurse saw a guy on the camera who was on his death bed, a guy who kept saying “I will not die in a hospital” earlier that day, literally push his curtain aside and walk out of his room toward the elevator. A code was called and everyone immediately posted at their designated locations. Within seconds there were people watching the elevators and stairs and security started combing the area and investigating. As I reached the ICU floor I spoke with the Lead Nurse and she told me several of the nurses saw him leave. At that moment monitors started going off, the guy never left, The guy went code blue and died right then. There were 3 witnesses on the report that say he got up and left and were serious enough to call a code which could cost them their jobs if they were wrong.

The bosses wouldn’t let us watch the video but the looks on their faces said it all. The bosses said the nurses did the right thing and some things just can’t be explained.

The portion of the video I was allowed to see did show that nobody had left via elevator or stairs.

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16. Photo Comes to Life

This is from a friend who used to work as a security guard. My friend is a night person so he’s used to night shifts. Well, anyways, one night he’s working to guard a mansion and at 2:22 a door access alarm goes off from the gym room. By usual protocol, he calls 911 and has cops deal with it. The cops, two of them, meet with my friend and head to the gym room. A short while later, the cops started yelling at my friend how prank calls are a serious offense and he shouldn’t waste their time. My friend flabbergasted by the cops’ reaction, asks what’s wrong and one of the cops says that an old lady told them that she was in the house for a long time.

My friend doesn’t understand what lady they’re talking about since there’s no one in that mansion. The owners left on a cruise for a month or so. They stop to stare at each other in silence and head inside the mansion. My friend swears to me it’s true. They go inside and right at the entry hall, you can see the painting of the old lady. The cops turn white and leave. My friend confused by what happened just nopes out of there the moment he finished his shift. Apparently, that was the painting of the current owner’s great-grandmother.

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15. Superhero Cop

Florida Police Officer here. I had an older lady call that she was trapped in her house. When I arrived I observed a white powder poured out in a half circle in front of her door. I knocked. She spoke through a nearby window. She explained that a Voodoo priest had put a hex on her and trapped her in the house. She claimed that if she crossed over the powder, her back would break. I told her to sit on her couch and wait, I would be back soon.

I went to a store where I knew the clerk. I borrowed a bucket and broom. Returning to the ladies house, I filled the bucket from a garden hose. While saying the Lord’s Prayer loud enough for her to hear inside, swept and rinsed the powder away. I then told her it was safe. She opened the door and asked what I had done. I told her I had gone to a church for Holy water and had a priest bless the broom.

She was so happy, she hugged me for a long time. I got the name and location of the voodoo priest from her. I was able to find him later in my shift. I got in his face and told him if he bothered that lady again I’d kick his ass and take him to jail. We will not allow harassment, scamming or preying on the elderly.

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14. Invisible Battle

My dad spent his whole career as a cop and is the stereotypical straightforward bloke with it who has little time for anything you might label as paranormal. That said, he describes one event from about 20 years ago that he can’t explain.

One late afternoon in autumn he was patrolling with a colleague in Newbury (Berkshire, UK) when they were radioed and asked to check out reports of a fight on the rural outskirts of town. Apparently, sounds of an altercation had been heard coming from a field (of all places) and locals were concerned but hadn’t been able to describe or give any more info. When they got to the field in question, my Dad and his colleague hopped the fence and headed inwards, not immediately seeing or hearing anything. It was gloomy and a little misty at ground level, but apparently just about enough light was left in the day to see there wasn’t obviously anyone about.

Apparently they gave the field a sweep and were on their way back to the car when, as my Dad describes it, suddenly “all went mental”—shouting, screaming, and the sounds of an almighty fight completely surrounded him, even though he was stood in a field completely empty apart from his colleague. He says three things in particular stick with him. Firstly, that he wasn’t super scared at the time (perhaps he would say that), just sort of hugely confused, secondly the look on his colleagues’ face that basically said “wtf, you’re hearing this too right?” and finally that after a short time the sounds just stopped and they made their way back to the car and called-in to say nothing was going on.

When pushed he admits it felt like he was in the middle of something significant, and that he thinks he felt and not just heard the fighting around him, and with hindsight, he was more frightened after the event than at the time. He would never describe this as paranormal himself, but to me, this always sounded like a “replay” type event people talk about, and subsequently learning about the civil war history of the specific area in question backs this up (for me at least). I’ve not heard of other accounts of similar stories from the area, but I haven’t looked that hard to be honest.

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13. What a Jerky Ghost

Navy Security Forces member here. This will probably get buried but oh well. I was on shift with a DoD police officer on the oldest Navy base we have in the States. We get a call about an alarm going off in a nearby office and it being midnight, we quickly get over there. When we get to the building there are lights on in the second story. We try all the doors and they are locked, try the windows-locked, look for any possible entry way and everything is sealed up tight. We call the building commander and they send a guy to come and turn off the alarm and let us look around to make sure all is well.

When he got there his first statement to us was, “alarm going off again? Damn it, I’m sick of that ghost messing my days off up.” Apparently, everyone that works in that building has claimed there is a ghost that likes to move stuff around and cause the alarm to go and a check of the call log for the alarm activation showed that every time it went off, the building was locked up tight.

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12. This Legit Sounds Like a B-Movie

Grandmother was a cop in Santa Maria in the late ’70s till early ’90s. Man calls in saying there is a 7-ft gray man at his door. She goes to check it out, the door is jammed. The man is screaming and she hears a loud buzz. She slams the door open and the buzz is gone and so is the man. There’s blood everywhere. She calls for backup and runs around and calls his name. She hears what sounds like someone yelling, but someone is covering their mouth. She finds him tied up, piss everywhere.

Investigators say that he was in that room for at least four hours. Man lives alone in the middle of nowhere. Says he called the police five hours ago. Said that a cop was on their way. He reported seeing a 7-ft gray man with big eyes who did that to him. No footprints, no trace of any kind of invasion. My grandmother lost four hours somehow…The guy ended up killing himself a few years later, leaving a note behind. Warning my grandmother that “they” are after him…and thanking her for rescuing him. Stuff is completely crazy.

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11. Old Man Yells At Clouds

My uncle, who is a cop, told me about a time he responded to a 911 call from a lady who called three times claiming that clouds were following her.

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10. Speaking in Tongues Makes Everything Creepier

My dad is a police officer and he was called to an old castle-like house on the outskirts of town. The man who called was telling him about his daughter who was acting strangely. She was talking in a deep voice and speaking in swear words and high-level vocabulary (she was only 10 or so) and being all around creepy. My dad said,”I think you need an exorcist.” And left that house immediately. He’s been a police officer for 12 years and he says that was the most scared he’s been and he’s seen people who have blown their brains out with a shotgun and people decapitated by a train.

GO1NGD0WN

9. Ghost Car

Way late to the party but I’ll add my story. I have only been a police officer for two years now. I would not say that I am a firm believer in ghosts but I have no explanation for what happened on this night.

This wasn’t a call I was responding to but I was just driving around and observed a vehicle parked alone in the middle of a church parking lot. This was at night so I figured maybe some kids were doing whatever kids do right? So I pull up on the car from the side and see that no one is inside the vehicle. I then position my car behind it so I can run the plate. Maybe someone stole it and dumped it in the parking lot.

So I start to run the plate and I look at the car through the back window and I kid you not there was a person in the front seat looking at me through the rearview mirror. This is something you notice as a cop because when you do traffic stops you can tell how intently someone is really watching you inside your car and possibly if they are going to try something.

So I get an oh shoot moment of “I didn’t see there were people inside the car” and drive up directly next to it to reassure what I saw. Anddddddd there was no one inside the car. Chills immediately ran down my back and I noped right out of there. The car was later gone don’t know what happened. Don’t exactly know what I saw. But I was pretty freaked out. Me and my partners use to sit at that church on quiet nights because it is tucked away and you can just relax. I have not sat there since.

Dtns13

8. Witchdoctors Are Real

Whilst working in remote Australia, we were forced to “move on” an elderly Aboriginal man because the other locals had accused him of witchcraft, and other things. We drove him to his township approximately one and half hours drive away. The other locals were terrified of him as he was rumored to be a witch doctor. We dropped him off and warned him not to return to town for three days. We turned the vehicle around and drove back to town, flying, probably 100mph+. It took 45 minutes to drive back, upon our return, we find the SAME elderly Aboriginal sitting in the street. To this day neither of us can explain it, maybe the other locals had every right to be scared.

Dilligafatallever

7. It Was a Warning

My uncle is a cop in a pretty sleepy town. He used to always go to the cemetery and take naps in his cruiser. He told me how, one night, he was awoken by a sound and it startled him. He looked out the window and saw a weird glow coming from about 30 yards away. He kept looking, thinking maybe his sleepy eyes were playing tricks on him but it remained.

He decided to go check it out and as soon as he got out of the car, the glow disappeared. He still walked towards the general vicinity, which was a group of gravestones, to investigate. He didn’t see anything strange but just as he was about to walk back to his cruiser, he realized the gravestone he was standing in front of had his last name on it.

He said it completely freaked him out and he ran back to the car and locked his door. He admits it’s likely just a weird coincidence but he also said that was the last nap he ever took on duty.

Doppeldanger

6. This Works on so Many Levels

I had a call to a residence for a mental evaluation or a “5150.” Anyways, I get there and speak to a 50-something-year-old woman, who states her 20-something-year-old son is under the influence of an unknown drug and kept repeating that he can’t go in his bedroom because there was an old man hanging in his room. She stated she was too scared to go into his room and investigate it for herself, because he constantly brings over friends that are drug addicts, and is unsure if his claims were true or not.

I then go speak to the son, who is clearly under the influence of a stimulate. He goes on to tell me that he was told by a “spirit” to not enter the bedroom, because his father, dressed in his military “Class A” uniform was hanging in his bedroom.

I check the room out and of course, there was no body hanging in the room. As I’m in the middle of explaining to the mother that there was no body in the bedroom, a veteran officer arrives on the scene to assist me.

He pulls me aside and stated earlier in his career he responded to this residence, and that same bedroom, he had to investigate a suicide by hanging of an older male subject. He didn’t remember all the details, so I looked it up in our report management system in my patrol car and sure enough, the officer was correct. The subject who died was a WWII veteran and had dressed in his military uniform and hung himself.

In my mind, I always thought that when they purchased the home, possibly this incident was disclosed to them? However, I thought the mother would have mentioned it to me if it had been disclosed to her. She was genuinely concerned about her son and the allegations.

Smw2102

5. Inconsiderate Ghosties

I was sent to a residence where an old woman was upset that the ghost that lived in the attic was listening to the music too loud. She wasn’t upset about the ghost, just that his music was too loud. I had heard of other officers going there before and just talking with her and shrugging it off. When I got there, I met with her on the porch. She was a sweet little old lady who couldn’t hear Wheel of Fortune or whatever was on TV because of the ghost’s music. I didn’t hear any music but figured that since she did I ought to do something. She had one of those attics with the old school door you pull down that has stairs on it.

I pulled that down and crept up the stairs slowly, just in case there was a homeless person sleeping up there or something. When I finally got half my body up into the attic, I looked around and found no one or nothing. I asked her if she still heard the music and she said she did. Not knowing what else to do, I loudly said “This is the Police Department, I am here on a noise complaint. The homeowner requests that you turn the music down as it is disturbing her.”

I stood at the top of the stairs/door thing for a few, then looked back down at her. She stood there looking at me unchanged, then suddenly smiled. She said “oh thank you so much young man” and walked into her living room. I climbed down and closed the attic up, she turned her television on, smiled again and thanked me again.

We haven’t been called back there since. I still stop in once in a while to see how she is though. She said that the ghost is much better now about his music, but still plays it loud from time to time, just not enough to warrant calling the police.

I like my job, front row seat to the greatest show on Earth. (Not dementia, just humans in general).

Mijamala1

4. The Call Is Coming From Inside the House

Police officer here. One evening about eight years ago it was pouring outside and we got a call from an elderly woman (seems to be a common theme in this thread). She called in and said that she was hearing footsteps in her house and she thought there was a ghost inside because she regularly heard the sound of someone walking upstairs but she lived alone. We went just to check it out and make sure that everything was okay.

She stayed on the line with the 9-1-1 operator because she was frightened. About three minutes after she initially called in, she said that there was actually a man standing outside in her backyard, staring at her through her sliding glass door. Petrified, the woman froze in that spot and continued to stare directly at the man. For the next minute or two she said that he was just standing there, still as could be, staring at her. Eventually, the man slunk off, out of sight.

When we arrived, about 12 minutes after the call first came in, we went to the front door. I remained in the foyer with the woman and the other officer went to the backyard to see if the man was still hiding out or if there were any traces of him; I spoke with her for several minutes until the other officer returned. He said there was no trace of anyone having been in the backyard. We set off to do a quick sweep before we left to make sure the house was all clear. In her living room (the room that has the sliding glass door) we discovered a trail of mud and footprints INSIDE the house.

I asked the woman if she had been outside at all that day or if anyone had been over to visit her. She said no, that she lived alone, and that no one had come by to visit. The woman was very old (probably around 85) and had very poor eyesight and was hard of hearing, as elderly people tend to be.

The woman obviously had seen the man’s reflection and mistakenly thought he was in front of her, on the other side of the glass, in her backyard. In reality, he had been standing only a few feet behind her in the same room while she had been talking to 9-1-1.

Nothing was stolen, broken, or out of place so we don’t know what his intentions were. Who knows what would have happened had she not stayed on the line with the operator. I know it sounds like something out of a campfire story, but it was honestly one of the most unnerving and creepy experiences I have had while on duty.

TL;DR: responded to a call where an old woman thought there was a ghost in her house. She ended up seeing a man through her sliding glass door leading to her backyard. When we arrived we discovered footprints indicating that the man had actually been inside of her house and she had been looking at his reflection in the sliding glass door.

meriD_

3. A Deal With the Devil

Not my call, but my dad served for 25 years. Wasn’t really a ghost story but I think it’s worth telling.

One night he gets a call from a woman who says her neighbor has made a pact with the devil. The woman calling is about 35 and a religious whacko. The neighbor who she called about is about 75 at the time.

My dad went over and knocked on the door, and the old lady answers, all happy, nice place decorated the same way for the past 50 years. She invites my dad in without even asking why he came, makes him some coffee, and asks how his day was. Naturally, at this point, my dad is wondering what the heck the call was about, but it came clear soon. At some point, my dad realizes he isn’t the only person she is talking to, and that she thinks her apartment is full of people.

My dad thanks her for the coffee and she tells him to come back any time. The whole time she was talking he was writing down the names of the people she was talking to and does some research on her when he gets back. Turns out she was talking to family members, who were all dead. She had a daughter, three sons, a brother and a husband. All dead, and she had no family and no friends. She hadn’t spoken to another person in years, her groceries were delivered and she rarely left her apartment.

Over the next 19 years, my dad took care of her, my sister and I came over all the time and just sat and talked with her, she even taught me how to cook.

Over the years she stabilized and stopped talking to her dead relatives, she just needed people to live with. She actually lived till she was 94 and died in the guest room of my parent’s house since it had become harder to take care of her from a distance as she got closer to the end. She was like a grandma to us.

Chainedwolf

2. That’s Just Freaky

Paramedic/volunteer firemen, here. Hope I’m allowed to contribute…

We covered a town in the middle of nowhere. Get a call from “Woodchuck City” as we call it, which is a trailer park with all of the chaos you’d associate with an alcoholic meth scene, but without the alcohol and meth (they were just lazy, crazy Seventh Day Adventists).

Call was FNRP (Found Non-Responsive, with/weak Pulse), so we rushed out there. These are usually overdoses or strokes, so time was important. I get there and when I come in there’s four or five adults, all wearing their church clothes (black pants, white shirt, women in blue or grey gowns) which threw me off because it was about two in the morning on a weekday (their Sabbath is Saturday, I think).

I kneel down next to her and feel her wrist. Cold as ice. My guess is they’re wearing their clothes because they knew she was dead, and the minister was on the way for last rites or something. Paramedic with me asks if we should defib, I shake my head and try to verify there aren’t any vitals. Nothing.

Their dog starts growling at me, and I’m thinking he doesn’t like me touching her. I ask them to get rid of the dog and he starts howling. Then the dog just stops. At the very moment the dog stops, a light blows out, and the “dead” person sits up, says “Make sure [victim’s sister] gets the heck out of her place” and slowly lays down.

My partner and I are freaked out, as I was CERTAIN that woman was dead, but nobody else is. Partner starts going through, checking, to see if I screwed up. Nope, still dead, skin is getting a little change. We call in the coroner, who has to come out from the other part of the county, nearly 40 minutes away. Sheriff radios in and says they’ll be a few minutes, as a tree has fallen on a cabin a few miles away.

Later find out they had called the sister and she hadn’t taken two steps out of her place when a tree had fallen on her cabin, totally destroying the bedroom in which she slept. I don’t know if it fell directly on the bed, but, at that point, I didn’t want to know any more about anything that happened that night.

Not that I think anything “paranormal” was at work here, but it certainly wasn’t normal what I saw.

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1. Eerie Phone Call

My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for five months. The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.

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