Hi, Ghosties, I'm Macy, and I'm Natalie. And we're wrapping up our Reddit Stories episodes for the month of August. And I let Patreon pick the last one. It's a great one. Oh, I'm sure it is, but I'm also sad. I don't want to wrap up our Reddit time. I've had a really good time. This has been a lot of fun. But I do, I have a lot of fun topics coming. Okay, very spooky topics coming. I trust you, but I've had a good time this month. It has been fun. But we're wrapping up with arguably the best topic. We're telling spooky stories from first responders. Oh, this is a hit. 9-1-1 dispatchers, EMS, police. That kind of thing. A hit. I'm very excited. There are so many-- I could make many, many, many, many more episodes over this. This could be a podcast in itself. It could. Yeah, I believe you. There were so many. I still have so many posts that I haven't even gotten to read yet, because I said, well, I've already got plenty. So we'll just have to save it for another one. We will do another one. Oh, yeah. If we ever run out of ideas, which the list is very long, so I don't see that happening, we'll just do this. I find with this, this excites me. I've gone on little rabbit hole deep dives of those pages where they just read you stories and someone's playing Subway Surfer of this type of thing, specifically. They're so good. I'm so scary. I'm so scary. All right, our tea today is from Old Barrel Company. Old Barrel Tea Company. It's White Peach, right tea. Yes. This is from one of our listeners. Yes. Says Sweet, Bright, and Juicy. All right. Well, I'm excited. Me too. I hope the stories are juicy. They are. Let's go. That tea was really good. I think our mom would like that. Oh, you got to bring this to her. I will. I'm seeing her after this. She's going to really like that. I didn't even think about that. She would love this. This would be her go-to. For sure. For sure. Mom, if you're listening. Try another tea. We'll go ahead and get started with our first story. It's from our slash ghost stories from six years ago. I'm a cop in a mid-sized city in the Northeast. A few years ago, I got called to a potential B&E around nine o'clock on a summer evening. It was calm and clear whether not windy nor was there anything going on at the time that could explain what happened next. The reporting party arrived home and said she very clearly heard voices inside her house and thought someone had broken in. She said before she had left, she locked all the doors and windows and wasn't expecting anyone to be home. My partner and I checked the perimeter of the house for signs of forced entry and finding none, walked up, unlocked the door and did a search of the entire house. We didn't find any signs of forced entry inside, all doors and windows were still locked, and there was no TV or radio on, no pets, no other people, just an empty house. We brought the woman back into the house and talked to her for about 10 minutes, getting her information and assuring her that all was well inside her home. As we were talking to her, the shades over the window started swaying back and forth on their own accord, out of nowhere, no windows were open and no AC kicked on. I couldn't see any reasonable explanation, needless to say, we were all a little freaked out. We assured the RP, if we were needed, we'd be right back over there, then we got out of there. I got back into my cruiser and ran the call history on the house. Turns out, about five years before, there had been a murder suicide there. A man had shot his wife before calling 911 and then shot himself while on the phone with dispatch. I can't say for certain it was paranormal, but it was creepy. Oh, that's really sad. Erie's sad. Oh. But for there to be more activity in there, on a known, like traumatic event happen there, you know? And for it to be so prominent that the person's calling thinking somebody is physically in their house. And I put this in here because we talk about this a lot, like what do you do? What do you do if your voice is in your house? I'll call 911. They will come. They'll freak out and post about it on Reddit. Yeah. Oh, my gosh. There was a comment under this one that I found interesting. I was a park ranger and no, I will not say in which park this happened. I'll keep it brief. In 1969, 1970, a woman went missing in the park. A year later, her corpse was discovered by my mentor and a visitor. During my time, we had many reported sightings of a woman dressed in 1960s attire by the river who would be there one moment and gone the next. And I just found that interesting park rangers being out there seeing things too, just added. Oh. Especially what we talked about last week. Oh, I know there's their, their stories are crazy. Yeah. That makes me really sad. I've seen a, I don't know if it was recent or I've just been, I like interacted with the video. So I've seen multiple videos about it, but about that same kind of situation, like a woman that passed away there and people see her in that spot all the time. It's just so sad. I don't know if I put it in here, but there were several stories about people hearing voices inside their home and calling the police and them looking around and nothing was there. I don't like that. One, I would think ghost or I was going like crazy, like I was losing it and either one is scary. I would be so freaked out if I walked to my door and heard voices and I knew there was no TV on or anything, you know, I can't even imagine that like gives me chills just thinking about that in general. Oh, I was driving the other day and I was listening to Rotten Mingo and it got quiet. But then I heard a voice on my left side and I said, what the heck, like it was a small voice. And then I was like, oh, that was weird, was that like a production mess up on there in. So I went back a couple of taps on the screen or like on my car play thing. Yeah. I listened to that same part again. There was no noise. I started to get really freaked out and then I realized my watch had like made a sound and it was like, I guess like Siri or something and she was like, sorry, what was that? I was like, oh, I got a mini heart attack. Yes. In my car hearing a voice. Yeah. What do we just talk about? Mm hmm. Me like, I know you're back there. I'm not even scared. I'll crash his car right now. It's my watch. Did you really say that? No. You would. I would. Moving on to our next one. This one's from R/Ask Reddit from eight years ago. 9-1-1 dispatchers of Reddit. What's the creepiest slash most disturbing call you've had? Now let me say, if you're going in to Reddit and looking these up on your own, none of them are paranormal and there is a lot of horrendous things happening. Oh, man. So just be warned, I spent an entire night going through these and it was really, really bad. A lot of them were really bad. But this person commented, received a call from an elderly lady who had trouble breathing. I had taken several calls from her and her husband in the past so I recognized her voice. I dispatched an ambulance to her residence and held her on the line trying to keep her calm while the ambulance was responding. This advised that they are 15 minutes out. She lived in a very rural part of West Virginia. I'm talking to her, asking about her husband and how he was doing and just making small talk with her. The ambulance calls in and advises they are on scene and I let them know that she is in severe respiratory distress and I still had her on the line. I let her know the ambulance is coming to the door to go answer the door and she says, okay, and hangs up the phone. Pretty normal, yeah? Well, here's where it gets weird. The EMT and paramedic on scene call back about a minute later and advise no one's answering the door. We had a sheriff unit who was in the area pulling on scene about that time. The sheriff unit confirmed the address and advised he is breaching the door to make access to the PT. Five minutes go by and the paramedic on scene radio is in asking who the caller was. I advise it was the elderly female who lived at the residence. He tells me that he's going to call in and need to speak with the supervisor on shift. We get him over to the supervisor and the supervisor confirms the information that I gave him and asks what's going on. Apparently, the elderly female had been dead for a while and was already in full rigor mortis. Oh my gosh. They thought I was wrong on the caller but the other dispatchers played it back and confirmed that it was the female who called the ambulance transferred her to the hospital and we got the same calls and disbelief from the doctors. So I took a call from a ghost. And the fact that they could play the call back, I was going to say, I would expect to be like, no, play the call back and then there's no call and they're like, ah, come on, man. Why would you do that? You must be hearing things. Let's go home and sleep. The call was there and recorded. The woman was speaking. Oh my gosh. What do you do? I can't imagine writing this in the report. Like, woman has been deceased for many days but called us to let us know. Like, sure. How do you say it? How do you explain it? I tend to sad because it makes me think that it was taking a long time for people to realize that she was not alive in her home so she was like, fine, I'll do it myself and that makes me kind of sad. Yeah. Just reaching out for help. Yeah. So there was another comment under this post said, dropped calls from vacant homes were the worst. I got one from an empty mobile home at around 3 a.m. nearly every day for months. The only theory is that moisture was getting into the phone lines. And better, that call always had a scream, screech, static-y sound that scared the ever-living daylights out of me. And then the cops caught on to how much it freaked me out and started doing things to scare me on purpose because board cops are adult-sized children. Oh. Not a big deal. Yeah. That's funny. The screeching, screaming sound. There were so many posts about people saying calls from vacant homes. I get calls from homes that are totally empty all the time. I don't like that at all. We send a unit out there because we have to. And there's nobody there. I've been being a 911 dispatcher is just a roller coaster of a day. We have a few. You never know what you're about to get. It could be the most traumatic day of your life or someone could be like, it could just be like a kid being like, I learned how to call 911 today. Yeah. I think I've told it on the pod or did I tell them loose leaves how I accidentally called 911 that one day? I think, I don't know. You've told it to me here on the couch before, but I don't know where. I called 911 on accident because my alarm was going off and I'm famously cannot wake up to an alarm. So I like clicked the
the lock button on my phone a bunch of times. And apparently if you click the lock button like five times, it starts to call 911 and it was doing like that. It's like a loud beeping sound for a while. And I was like in my sleep still and I couldn't figure out how to end it. And then it started calling and I hung up and they called me right back immediately and was like, hey, we got a call from you. And I was like, oh no, no, like so sorry. Like that didn't happen. And it's like he didn't believe me. And I was like, no, I swear. And like I said to him that I was like, I swear. I just woke up like y'all are good. Like you do not have to send anyone out there and I was so nervous that whole morning that they were gonna send the cop to my door. - Well, I swear. - It'd be for your own safety. - Yes, true. - Because if you're calling 911 and you're like, oh, never mind, it could be some kind of like DB thing, you know? - But nothing makes you feel more guilty than when you're not guilty and someone's accusing you of something. I know he wasn't accusing me, but you know what I'm saying? - He was just making sure that you were actually saying it. - Yeah, it's like, do you need help? No, I don't need help. I was like, are you sure? And I'm like, oh, I swear. And I start to feel like I've done something wrong, a crazy morning for me. - I have six a.m. - I accidentally activated that on my phone before. And it is like, it's like a home alarm. You know when the alarm's off? And it's super loud and it's jarring. It's like that and you're, I don't remember my bass code. - That was so quick. - I can't wake up. - Yeah. - Crazy. - One more thing I was going to say I left this in because I can't imagine being the police officer. - Middle of the night, 3 a.m. - I have to go. - I have to go. - I have to go to a vacant home. - And imagine it. - No clue what's in there. Whether it's a person or, you know, ghostly. - Imagine not, no clue what's going on in there. - Yeah, and if you don't have a partner, it's just you. - All alone. - Yeah. - Yeah, no. - Could never be me. - I literally couldn't, literally couldn't. This one is from R/AskReddit from nine years ago. So, a little older. I have several, several stories from this and I still didn't make it all the way through the thread. Okay. - Cops and other law enforcement people have read it. What were some cases you worked on that made you think even if for a moment that something supernatural or paranormal was going on? - My brother was a deputy. And at the time, I worked as an EMT for a few small towns in Northeast Colorado. I frequently went on ride-alongs with him while waiting for 911 calls to come in. This took place in Amherst, Colorado. The town is very small. Amherst has about 50 people. A church, some houses, a green tower, and a park. It was about 3 a.m., and we were about to call it a night. As we were making our last check on Amherst, we noticed movement at the park, but couldn't tell exactly what was going on because it was pitch black. We drove up and stopped alongside the dirt road, flipped on the spotlight, and as we moved the light around the park, it finally settled on the back of a young girl, maybe 13, sitting on a swing with her back facing us. We left the spotlight on her. She wasn't moving. She just sat there facing away from us, looking down at the ground. Needless to say, it was a very creepy situation. We both looked at each other with the face you would make when something is out of the ordinary. I quickly suggested that we should call her over using the PA system, and he agreed. As we looked back over, she was gone. I mean, no signs of anyone anywhere. The park was in a wide open area. She couldn't have gotten out of sight in the amount of time that we had our exchange of words. I remember saying, should we get out and look for her? Maybe she hid behind one of the park toys or something? My brother just looked at me and said, "Hell no, and drove away." - Absolutely. - Still creeps me out to this day. - Yep, correct response. Thank you, correct response. If you were a child in a park late at night by yourself, first of all, why? Second of all, if the cops put a spotlight on you, you're gonna react, or you'll be like, hi, or you're gonna run away. You know what I mean? You're not just gonna sit there on the swing. - Briefly not moving. - Yeah. - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. That's paranormal to me. - And in the seconds that they looked at each other to say, hey, should we check it out and let's call her over? And look back, gone. No one completely disappeared. That is a ghost. Another one, obligatory, not my story, but my uncles. Years ago, my uncle told us about a woman who would call the police station just about every night claiming that fairies or elves were breaking into her house and stealing her food. As is custom, every time she calls, they send a unit to check on her. My uncle gets it about two to three times per week. Every night, they stop by her house and reassure her that no one has broken in and calm her down. One night, when he gets to the house, she has poured powdered sugar all over the floor to record their tracks. And my uncle says, he literally has to do a double take. All over the floor for kitchen are these little tracks. Tiny, like nothing he's seen before. His partner starts taking photos and trying to figure it out. A few other officers come in, as most of them had gotten the call to her house too and want to see it. Ten police officers all completely baffled as to what these weird little prints are. Turns out, a possum had babies. And they were sneaking into her kitchen for warmth or food. The prints looked so foreign because most of the tiny baby possums were carried by their mother, not running around. Seven were rounded up and released in a less residential area. - Oh my gosh, okay. That should have been like an ending, sorry. - Sorry. - That's a sweet, that's a sweet little like kihi-haha moment. I was fully like ready to be like, oh my God. - Proof of fairies? - Yeah, little possums, that's cute. - Sorry, I had to throw that one in there because it made me go. - That's okay, I like the idea of a bunch of grown people, standing around a kitchen like, oh my God. - Police officers investigating these marries. - And then they're like, oh wait, it's possums. - It's actually just possums, didn't they? - They're police, that's so cute. - Okay, this next one. - Police officer working the desk, 1,500 to 2,300 hours. Fire alarm signal goes off. So many, many years ago, the police department offered a alarm monitoring service. They still had 10, 12 places that were hardwired and it would require pulling apart a lot of equipment to disconnect the system. So we just kept it going. - Oh, that's like in a school, whenever the alarm goes off, it alerts the police, like that type of thing. - Yes. - For homes or buildings in the area. - Yeah. - Okay, cool, cool, I got you. - First shift dispatch is already punched in, so she took it. I'm headed out the door to the fire department when 911 brings from the same address. I answer it and no one's on the other end. I assumed they barely got to the call before passing out. So I bolt out the back door, hop and squat car radioed in the 911 call on channel three, that both police and fire can hear and that I'm going directly to the house. I arrive just as another unit shows up. No signs of smoke, no sign of anything. An older woman comes walking up the street, pushing a wheelchair with an elderly lady, her mother. They live there and just went out for an early evening stroll before dinner. I tell them what we have going on. Nobody else lives there. And as far as the elderly lady can remember, the alarm was disconnected from the house years ago during some renovations. They don't have any alarm system either, just a couple of smoke and fire detectors. We do a walk through of the house, get to the back door of the kitchen and you can clearly see and smell gas. We turned off the gas at the main, set up some fans to air it out and find a cracked gas line going to the oven. The daughter said she spilled some coffee that she was making for their walk and had to move the oven a few inches to clean and probably broke the line pushing the oven back in. Nothing else in the house is disturbed and both bones are on the hook. Fire chief shows up about 15 minutes into the call. He goes over to the two ladies and gives them both a hug. He's nearly in tears. The elderly lady in the wheelchair, her husband was the fire chief 60 plus years ago for our department. The daughter, her husband passed away a few years ago, he was also a member of our department. I never believed in ghosts or spirits, but that call made me think maybe people who spend their lives doing good are allowed by some power to look over their loved ones every so often. Oh, that's a sweet one. So like they made the call for them. Yeah. The fire alarm went off. Even though it was disconnected many years prior. Oh, that's really sweet. I really like that one. I probably should have ended with these because we're going to get into some good fun. Yeah, you're going to get into some good fun. That one, and then the, like that would have been like the good second to last story. And then the possible one would have been like, okay, wrap it up, we're done. Okay, that's funny. Well, we'll end on for you today. Okay, I think. I don't know, I wrote this a long time ago. Okay, this next one. It's probably too late for this to surface, but this is my dad's story. He went to a call where a father had gone crazy and decided to shoot his family. He killed his wife and was looking around trying to find his five year old son to shoot him. The boy had run outside and was trying to hide on the side of the house behind the trash cans. The father eventually found him and point blank emptied nearly a full magazine at the boy. When my dad arrived, they found the boy in shock, hiding right where his dad had found him, not a wound on his body. There were bullet holes in the side of the house all around the boy. And when they finally got to question him about it, they asked him what happened when his dad found him on the side of the yard. The boy replied, the angel was in front of me with a shield and he saved me. He pushed the gun away from me. Oh, okay. Isn't that chilling? That's. I feel lots of feelings about that story. Very tragic and traumatic story in general, but the boy was saved by an angel who had a shield. Wow. A positive thing out of the whole tragedy I guess that he lived, but my gosh. An incredible tale. Yeah, that's wild. And I'm glad he was safe. But we'll move on to this next one. Cop, real call. I've been on patrol for several years and love stuff like this. I had a backup officer with me who witnessed everything. Dispatch sent me to a call in a mountain area late one night. Dispatch said the caller reported several people holding a baby above their heads and chanting while standing on her property. The call sounded ridiculous and I spurked as Dispatch gave the details. I arrived at the proper address after driving about 20 minutes along a mountain road. There is not much else up here and it was extremely quiet. No one walks around out here and there aren't very many cars driving this late. I walked along a gated driveway through a light wooded area and I found the caller's house with two dim lights near the front door. The house was surrounded on three sides by heavy woods. I felt a little uneasy just looking at the house. I knocked on the front door of the house while standing on a large patio. I heard something.
move to my left, which startled me because it was close. It sounded like a person. Something big. I looked to the left and used my flashlight to light up the patio, and I didn't see anyone. I continued to knock. I could hear two voices inside the house. I clearly heard a male and a female. This made me feel a little better. I thought I heard someone on the patio, but it must have been someone inside. The female eventually opened the door. She was terrified, almost crying. She asked me to come inside and to close the door. She led me to the living room, where I saw a very cheap security monitor, almost like a baby monitor camera set up, with audio and video playing. The camera set up only provided live feed. The camera was positioned to view the front door and patio area where I was standing. The audio was silent as I watched the monitor for a few seconds. The woman began to explain when I interrupted, and asked where the male was inside the house. I heard his voice. She looked confused and said she was here alone. I was surprised because I know for a fact I heard a male's voice when I knocked. I asked her several times and initially thought she was lying to me. My partner checked the house, didn't find anyone. The woman said she was reading while sitting on the couch when she heard something over the security camera. She looked at the display and saw two people on the patio, standing at the front door. She heard knocking at the door and then called the police. I looked at the monitor and although it was low quality, I could see the patio and front door area with decent clarity. As the woman continued to explain, the audio on the monitor went from quiet to extremely loud. We all stopped talking. The caller was shaking. I looked at the monitor but didn't see anyone. Loud audio continued to blast from the speakers. The audio sounded like wind, but it was not windy that night. I asked the woman what is that? And she said it's them. I looked at my partner who was very nervous. The woman gives me her cell phone, stating she took pictures of the monitor showing the two people on her patio. I looked through several low quality picks and didn't see anything. I continued to scroll and sure enough. I see what looks like two tall figures standing at the door. One of the figures is holding something. The figures looked strange, all dark and featureless in contrast to the video I saw on the monitor. I was in disbelief and thought, oh my god, she's telling the truth. I continued to scroll and saw one figure holding something up over its head. Another picture showed the item at the base of the door with both figures standing near it. I tried to reason to explain what could have caused these images, but it was pretty apparent that there had been two subjects on her patio. We checked outside, walking the property to the tree line. I mentioned the movement on the patio and the male's voice from inside the house. My partner asks me to stop talking about it. We finished checking and returned to speak to the caller. She says she will be driving into town and staying at a hotel because she's too scared to stay here tonight. We walk along the driveway back to our cars and my partner jumps into the patrol car and takes off. I left, but I felt really uneasy, standing there in the dark, and I left shortly afterwards. In some comments, anything else happened later? What happened to the woman? Did she just go back the next day? What was the item? And so they commented back. I don't know of anything else happening later. I assume the woman returned home the next day, but I've not spoken to her since this call came out. If dispatch doesn't send me, I typically never talk to the people again. I checked history at the address and learned that there were a few calls there over the past few years. Financial crimes against an elderly person, also several welfare checks, nothing really alarming history wise. I couldn't tell what the item was while reviewing the pictures. It looked to be the same size as a baby, consistent with the initial report from dispatch, but it seems so wild. I don't know. I've seen a lot of strange things. I found there's usually an explanation for what we see. Adrenaline, fear, and a little imagination can really mess with people. I think cops are moderately less prone to this because we deal with it weekly, daily, numerous times of shift. This call was exciting because I just couldn't explain it. Everything seemed real. I heard a male's voice. I saw people standing on the patio. They held something. It was scary, although fun and exciting at the same time. I hope to go back. Okay. I hope not. I know I hope they do, and I hope we randomly get an update like nine years later. Yeah. But I do find it scary that this person kept referring to the figures on the porch as figures and suspects. Not like, yeah, I saw two men. Yeah, I saw a man and a woman. I saw two ladies. He said figures. Subjects. He never said, you know, they were fully people. He could tell they were people forms. Yeah. I saw a figure holding a baby, that poor woman terrorized. I would have been like under my bed with like all the doors locked just like waiting for 911 that is so scary. I get really scared checking my front door camera. I've told you this multiple times because a moth will be by the camera for too long, and it'll say lingerer detected at door. What do you mean? I was sitting on my couch the other day that where my back was facing the door. And it said lingerer. I was by myself. I said, oh my god, first thing I did was check. I checked Ryan's location because he was on the way home. It's like, okay, he's not home yet. I clicked the little like the home notification little app thingy, and I did exactly what you just did. Like I slid down a little bit. I was like, play it cool, play it cool. And then when it finally loaded, there's nothing there. It's probably a bug. But that's squirrel or something. I was imagining. What do I do if I click on this camera right now? And there is someone standing there. It's like 10 p.m. on a week, a week day. No. What do I do? So I call 911. Yes. And then call you? Yes. Like I always think like, do I call Macy first and then 911 or 911 and then Macy like 911 first? Like merge the calls. Oh, so scary. Call 911 first. My first thought was, I don't know, it's paranormal as it usually is, but I envisioned a Samara like figure standing there, you know, just in the dark. But then have you seen those videos of people at their cameras, like front door cameras, knocking on the door, trying to get in. Yeah. But like the intruders are trying to get into their house and they're just standing there, like knocking like open the door. Yes. That's really scary. I was I was thinking I don't know which one's worse alienish type of beings. I was thinking more of that or just people that were doing like cult like activities out there, I don't know, holding maybe above their head outside front door like this old lady. Pretty strange. Yeah. I like that she said, okay, I can't be here. I'm going to a hotel. I'm driving in town. You guys are driving me to the hotel. Thanks for coming. Yeah. Let me get in the car. Yes. But we'll move on to our next story. This is a good supernatural sash paranormal story rather than a creepy one. I'm a detective and spent some time as an expert on sex crimes and crimes against children. It was the best slash worst assignment I've ever had. One case I had came in at midnight. A young woman with a toddler comes in one of the precincts to report her ex-boyfriend had assaulted her during a custody agreement. Long story short, it was legit and one of the most violent and sadistic cases I've ever had. So I'll spare the gruesome details. I still have no idea how this woman made her own way to a precinct with a toddler. Part of the investigation requires me to talk to the toddler. Victim said the toddler was present for everything. Oh no. I'm a child forensic interviewer as well. During the interview, the toddler recalls their father becoming angry and hitting their mom. Then the toddler said that the nice woman showed up and she couldn't see past the nice woman. The nice woman held her and told her that they were both going to be safe and sang her a song in a different language. The toddler said the nice woman went over to the front door and knocked on the door. Then the nice woman helped them and their mom to the car before flying away. In the victim's interview, she said that her ex-boyfriend had a knife to her throat and put it to the skin to cut her. But he got distracted for some reason. Then ran out of the apartment and she had no explanation why. The suspect was caught about eight hours later. He confessed to absolutely everything, but when I asked him about the knife to the throat, he said this. I swear to God, I was going to cut her. But I thought I heard a knock at the door and thought it was the police. Once I saw it was clear, I ran outside. He's now serving life in prison and the mom and toddler are safe and doing well. I'd love to know more about the nice woman though. Whoa. That okay. That's like a guardian angel story if I've ever heard one. Just like the little boy earlier. I'm interested to know like are these are these angels and nice women and all the things that they're describing? Do you think that these are like ancestors of theirs or these just light beings, just good good beings? It could be either way. It could go either way. Some people believe that their ancestors are their guardian angels. Yeah. Yeah. So who knows? And I know it could be a psychological, there could be a psychological explanation that their brains protecting them in the only way that they know how through this traumatic event. But with like the little boy completely unharmed. This instance where the door was there was a knock on the door. Who was it? Yeah. If not the nice woman, you know? That's amazing. Tragic. I'm glad it hasn't happy ending. Yeah. Wow. Just wow. That's so sad. So sad. That makes me sick. Very sad. Very sad that things like this happen all the time. But it's heartening to know that they're sometimes can sometimes can be a protector out there. Yeah. Saving the day. Helping them through a crisis like this. Even if it is their own mind creating it. Oh my gosh. I'm gonna cry. I need a tea break. Hold on. Yeah. Okay. But moving on to our next story. This was told by my dad when I was 12. Even now when I ask him about the story, he can remember every vivid detail like it just happened last week. My dad was in the police force for 20 years and when he was just a rookie, he had to conduct nighttime roadblocks meant to catch drunk drivers. They had done it many times before and this night started routine enough for them. That was until this Toyota Corolla drove up to them with what looked like a white blanket on its roof, flapping in the wind. They thought it was weird but didn't see anything amiss about it. One of them even joked that the guy was multitasking by driving his laundry and driving home at the same time. The laughs stopped when the lone car came closer and all of them saw what looked like a woman in white
lying face down on top of the car. The woman seemed to slide like a slug backwards until she disappeared behind the car as it eventually came to a stop in front of them. It took a few minutes for my dad's team to recompose themselves as they stared at each other as if to say, you guys saw that, right? The most senior of them finally stepped up and shot the usual question to the driver. There was a noticeable quiver in his voice as he made conversation and asked him to step out of the vehicle. My dad's team inspected the whole vehicle, including the boot and found nothing strange in it. The driver was a good-looking staff sergeant in the army who was heading home from a company event earlier that night and he admitted to have had a few cans of beer. He said he laid down in his bunk to sleep it off. And so he was driving home at this time. It was 4 a.m. He passed his sobriety test and they started to ask him if he saw anything weird during his drive. Initially, he said no, but after more questioning, he mentioned that he had to swerve to avoid what looked like a bird that was flying upside down. Oh, my God. It was spooky, but he didn't think that was a detail worth sharing with police officers. The senior then told the guy to chill out at a 24-hour coffee shop before heading home. The locals believe that if a malevolent spirit follows you making a pit stop confuses them so they can't set up shop in your house. After some confusion of his own, the driver finally caught on and nodded in agreement. After the guy leaves, they call into the station and cut the night short. Never knew what happened to the driver. Hope he's all right. Oh, that just made me so sick for it to slither down the back of the car. Let me move out of the way. My thought is, is she other mommy up underneath the car now? Oh, no. That image is burning to my brain and the movie hasn't even come out yet. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm so disturbed by that. And I don't think I'll ever open my little, a little moonroof, sunroof, little thingy again. You know what this reminds me of? Do you remember the mom driving home in the car and the woman's head? Yes, yeah, and I was already thinking about it and I wasn't gonna bring it up. Thank you. Yeah, because I think about this all the time. The woman's head being on top of the car and then she's moving side to side like with the windshield wipers. That is the first thing I thought about. That is the very first thing I thought about. I've removed it from my head and it just popped back into my head today. I wasn't even about to say it out loud because that was so horrifying for me. My stomach is literally, I was already hungry 'cause I had a stomach lunch before you got here and I was like, okay, I'll wait until after you leave. Yeah. And now my stomach is so knotted up, I just feel like I can't go on. Okay, well, if anybody remembers what episode that was in, please let us know. It was so disgusting. 'Cause that was a very disturbing story and I wanna go review it again. Oh my God, it was so bad. It was so bad. Okay. I hated it a lot. Well, we'll move on then. So this actually happened to a friend of mine who isn't a cop in the story, but is the actual family. This was maybe about five years ago. My friend is in his mid-30s. He and his wife had a seven-month-old baby and a five-year-old son. Wife was a stay-at-home mom and dad owned his own business and had a very flexible schedule. He would take his son to school in the morning and pick him up, et cetera. So it was about 11 a.m. They called the cops because they keep hearing a strange sound in the home. Sounds like feet or something. And though he was sure it was nothing, he wanted to make sure. Though he says the cop arrives and the first thing the cop says is, why isn't your son in school? My friend's puzzled and says, huh? The cop says, your boy, he's sitting outside on your lawn. Oh my God. My friend, again, looks at the cop strange. Looks on the lawn and says, officer, my son is in school. I dropped him off this morning. The officer looks back, sees nothing and looks puzzled. At this moment, my friend's cell phone rings and it's his son's school. Apparently he had some sort of allergic reaction to some finger paints that had egg base or something in it. He's allergic to eggs and became extremely swollen, throat swollen and couldn't breathe. He was rushed to the hospital. The cop gives them an escort to the hospital so they can fly through lights and all. They arrive at the hospital and the sun's doing fine since stable condition got the little shot to help him and everything. The cop waits to see how the family is doing and wants to check on the kid. My friend is appreciative and lets the cop come up and he says that he's never seen a paler face in his life. He said, the cop looked as though he had seen a ghost and then he said, that's the kid I saw in your yard. Oh my God, I knew it. My friend told me that this creeped him out. I didn't believe it, but the wife co-signed the whole thing. That's so sad to me because it's like the little boy died briefly or had an out of body experience of some kind doing this ordeal and came home. It was like mommy daddy. That's really sad and horrifying. Oh my gosh. For the cop to see it too. So sad, that's crazy, but I'm glad that it ended okay. Oh, I'm so glad the little boy's okay for sure, but that one gave me the chills too. We'll go on to the next one. This one, maybe laugh, their username was deaf, not a cop. Three. I was dispatched around 3 a.m. to attend a house where the caller was concerned that someone had broken into the basement and was still inside. The caller was a very old lady and she lived alone. As far as she could tell, she woke up and noticed that the basement lights were on and she hadn't been downstairs in years. My partner and I get to the call and the lady standing at the front door with her walker anxiously waiting for us to come inside. My partner and I go into the basement and you can tell that no one's been down here for a while because as I walked, I kept hitting cobwebs that were dangling from the ceiling. Anyway, everything appeared to be in order and eventually I found the light switch further into the basement and I turned it off. We shut the basement door behind us and clear the main floor too since she was so adamant that she heard rustling and coughing in the basement. The basement was relatively empty and I assure you no one was down there. As we're about to leave, she asks if we turned the light off. I said yes and opened the door to show her, but the light was back on when I did. I kept my composure and asked her if I could turn the lights on and off from upstairs as well, negative. My partner and I exchanged looks and I went back down to turn the lights off again and GTFO. We met up after the call and dug a little bit deeper into the history of the house and it turns out that a year ago on that day, we attended to help paramedics because her husband had fallen down those stairs. - Oh no. - Not sure if he made it or not, but nope. - Oh no, that's really sad. - On the very day, a year to the day. - And I bet she knew too and just didn't want to say anything. Maybe it freaked her out a little. - Yeah, oh wow, that's really sad. - Yeah, but very spooky to be home alone in the middle of the night to have your basement light turn on. - I haven't been out there in years. That's cool. - Oh, I can't even imagine. I always get freaked out 'cause you know, we're in Texas, we don't have, you know, basements. - Whenever, well not some people do, but. - Yeah, but I've never seen a house in Texas with the basement, I've never been in one. - Yeah, very common. - When people have basements and the window that's like right at the bottom of the house, those windows always freak me out 'cause I'm like, yeah, someone's gonna go in there. Someone's gonna sneak in your house that way. - Just slide down in. - Yeah, those always freak me out. And I was just thinking about someone going into her basement that way. - Yeah. - Ooh. - Chilling, I don't like it. - So we've only got a few short ones left. This next one's very short. Not a cop, but was told this is by a cop on the night shift a couple of years back. About three in the morning, the sound activated alarms at the local school were triggered. The reason, they picked up on small children laughing. Oh, the cop gave a big nope to that call and just half-heartedly shined a spotlight on the area from his moving car. - Absolutely, 'cause what do you mean? - Children laughing in the middle of the night inside of school. - No. - No, that's scary, but maybe just, you know, residual. - Hopefully. - But still, just like, oh, spotlight on the school, nothing out of the ordinary here. Keep driving. - All right, yeah. - Because why are you gonna go in? - So spooky. - It's fine. - Yeah, no. - It has to be. - It has to be. - All right, this next one, EMS. Called to a house with police at around 3 a.m. relatively small shared house with a lot of rooms and people who don't know each other living there. Color reports that there is blood everywhere, all on the walls, staircase in the kitchen, on the doorstep. He thinks one of the upstairs residents is into dodgy stuff, which I assume was meant to be drugs or crime or some kind of whatever. Well, we open the door and sure enough, there is blood everywhere. It's all on the floor and all the way up the stairs. It goes into the kitchen too, but stops at the back door. There's a pool on the front doorstep, but not a big one. A couple of cops go upstairs ahead of me. I'm thinking, well, if someone's lost this much blood, there isn't a great deal we can do for them anyway. And if whoever did it is still in the house, we're about to have a major scrap on our hands. And the UK police are unarmed. We go to the door, the dodgy guy is in and knock. He kind of answers like, yeah, the cops say they're police and they need to have a word with him. He comes to the door in pajamas trousers and says he was asleep. He's not injured and has no blood on him. There's none in his room. He lets the cops have a search and his room is all fine. It seemed like a regular guy to me. We speak to all the other neighbors in the house and the cops search their rooms and nothing. No one heard anything that they told us anyway. And no one had anything suspicious in their room. There was no blood in anyone's bedroom. It was only on the stairs in the hallways kitchen and the front doorstep. The two cops call for a dog unit to attend and search the area. The dog arrives, but tracks the blood no further than the front doorstep. Whatever had caused that blood to be there seemed to still be in the house. And we had no idea whose blood it was. I thought it could potentially have been an animal's blood somehow, but unless it was a large animal, there was too much for that. And I hope we'd have found a bleeding large animal in our search. I had control pestering me to redeploy to another job. So I think the cops were helping me clear the house and said I had to go. They said they were going to do a wider search and then resume as well as there was nothing that they could find. I never heard any more about it. And as far as I know, there were no murders or anything like that reported after that incident. So it's still an absolute mystery. I'm not sure if I'd describe it as paranormal, but it was certainly strange and spooky. Okay. Reminds me of the bleeding house. Oh, creepy. Yeah. What would you do? You came out of your room and you just saw blood in all the common areas. I would assume that one of my roommates is dead or has killed somebody. Yeah. Because what else? Depending on, you know, the placement of it and everything, you know, like if it was loaded
the ground, maybe I would think like, oh, an injured animal came in and it's like, you know, running ground, bumping into this a lot. But it's all up the stairs, all over the walls, like everywhere, there's been a crime of some sort. There has to have been. Or someone is really injured and stumbled into our house and was just like flinging their body around. Yeah. But where would they have gone? There's no blood past the front porch, you know? Did you just got, like, evaporated? It's just like a really bad nosebleed and like, no, just just right upstairs to clean themselves up. I do not know an explanation and I wish that they were able to give us, like, oh, by the way, it was this. Yeah, I know. Small misunderstanding. A lot of these stories, even just not the paranormal ones are like, and I never know what happened again because we got another call, see, and that's why I couldn't do that job also because I'm nosy every single case or call would now be my, you'd have a notebook like following up on this. Yes. Yes. Though I did read a lot of stories from 911 dispatchers who were like, I don't know the end. And I like to think that everything is okay and everything turned out all right. Yeah. Because imagine just always knowing and it turned out to be the worst thing ever. Terrible. Yeah. Yeah. But I guess that's kind of like a safe guard for themselves because they don't want to, you know, yeah. Yeah. I guess that makes sense though because and maybe that's why I could never do that job because I don't have that willpower to just be like, whatever, I don't need to know. Have never uttered the words. That's not my business. It never lies. It never lies. I would like to know where the blood went and I hope nobody has hurt because that's so creepy to me. All right. This next one. Patrol officer here. This is not my story, but my partners and all three officers on scene verified this story too. So my partner responds to a priority breaking and entering call a house sitter slash dog sitter calls and says that he can hear loud banging and footsteps coming from downstairs the ground floor and he should be the only one in the house. The house sitter and the dog are both upstairs dogs in a cage. So officers respond priority, including a canine officer. Police release canine into the house. First clear the house canine comes out empty handed three officers then go inside the house and clear themselves again, nothing and nobody inside officers then step out front with the house sitter that called 911 as they're telling him the house is empty. They see the curtains of the bedroom window on the second floor open. They're heavy curtains and they parted from the center. So they claim it couldn't really be possible from air vents kicking on or anything like that. All three officers and the house sitter all see it. Then the guy asks police to come back inside with him because he's going to take the dog to a different home for the night and he needs to get the dog out of the cage. The police refuse to go back inside with him. Not the best example of public service shut up. What do you mean? What do you mean you're not going to go inside just to help him get the dog just to get the dog? Yeah. I'd be calling 911 on the car. Help somebody since somebody else, oh my gosh. An example of like being so scared. Oh, you go like what can we not all just go together and hold hold arms like walk like like. I was thinking like Dorothy and her friend. Yes. Oh my gosh. That makes me so angry. That makes me really angry. Oh, the chill though to know the house is clear and you look up in the window. The curtains are parting. That reminds me. When we did like a healthcare story one time where I think it was one of our listeners maybe where they were doing a home health and yes, they saw like the person upstairs and then they came inside and the lady was like laughing and like giggling or like you can't tell them that. You're just going to scare them or something like that. Yeah. Oh, that was a good one. That was very, very creepy moving on to our next one. I know an old detective who has lots of stories, one of which he loves to tell as a paranormal one. And his younger days two patrol officers found a woman in white wandering around a graveyard barefoot past midnight. They asked her what she was doing and she said she was lost. So they brought her back to the station at the station. This detective was on duty with his partner who handled the woman's case. His partner took down her details and let her go. The detective I know never saw her face only his partner did, but he remembers seeing her back as she walked out of the station and for some reason she was tiptoeing as she left. His partner ran her ID or name through the system after she left and apparently she was supposed to be dead. Oh, tiptoeing, tiptoeing or floating or floating. Oh, no, no. Oh, I don't like it. Either way, it's gross and creepy in the grave. They picked her up and took her to her back to the station. No. Can we help you, ma'am? No. If she's not doing anything crazy out there, why do we need to take her in? She's just wandering. Well, they were trying to help. She was lost. Well, I mean, maybe she's into that stuff. Maybe she just wants to wander around and haunt the cemetery? Fine. It's not my business. It makes me a little sad though. Yeah. At all. That makes me so sad though that she was lost and she told them, "I don't know where I am. I don't know where to go." What is she looking for? She looking for herself, her grave. All right. Our final story for the day. And like I said, there were so many. So if you want to hear another one episode like this, please let me know because I'd be down to just. Yeah. Read these all day every day for the rest of my life. I'm a paramedic full-time days now, but used to work a lot of nights as a noob. One night we're hanging out in station when the call comes out for a shooting. If I remember correctly, the other side of the city truck beat us to the scene and transported one person who had passed at the hospital. At any rate, not terribly long after, we get dispatched to the same area. Someone called and said they were shot and couldn't breathe. So we high-tail it out to the intersection and find nothing. This are all over the surrounding area, so we get out of the truck and start looking on foot. Still nothing. Dispatch calls the number back. Nobody picks up. We call it "unfounded" and go back to the station. Two or three hours later, and it's really late and cold and quiet, we get dispatched. Same intersection. Same complaint. Now we're a little mad because it sounds like a crank call. We get out, look around the same area and don't see anything. Relay the news to dispatch who tells us we've still got the caller on the line, but there's a really bad connection. He says he sees you and he's walking over. Okay. He just hung up. We hung out for about five more minutes waiting for the guy, cops drove some more laps. Nothing. Oh no, that's really sad. Was it the guy who passed and he's just still calling for help? And he's like, "Oh, I see them. It's fine." And then he walks up and like, is he trying to talk to them and they're just like, "Oh, that would be really sad. That's the case." Oh my gosh. Oh, that one. Wow. This episode was scary, but also just really kind of sad. Well, I mean, these are sometimes the worst days of people's lives. Yeah, that is true. That is true. As with the origins of a lot of paranormal stories. I mean, yes, you can have paranormal and like goes, I guess, without death. So it makes sense, but I'm not leaving feeling good. I'm just going to remember the possum story. Sorry. I should have ended with the possum story, right? You're right. I remember the possums were just running around, and I think I do think it's funny that she was like throwing the powdered sugar like, "This is going to get home." Like, I know that there's something walking around my house, like looking at their paws. That's cute. Yeah. But these were chilling. It was really chilling to read through a lot of it. And like I said, there's so many more. I didn't even get all the way through that last thread that I was reading though, and not even halfway through. They were just so, so many. It's like over about like thousands of comments on that one. I can't imagine. Super spooky. Happy reading, guys, because I know some of you are about to dive in. If you find any good ones, let us know, send them in to me. And if you have a story that you want to share with us, you can email us. It's
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