These stories creeped me out so I wanted to share them with you. These are in no particular order.
#3 The 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 5 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 persons body would have stayed there.” – Zombie_Dance_
#2 Every time my ear itches, I get goosebumps
“My uncle was the sheriff of a small town in New Mexico. He was a 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 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. (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 3rd 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
#1 He grabbed an axe and chopped him up
“Not me, But my dad was a cop for 32 years. This was ones of his craziest calls.
A call goes out for reported screaming it’s mid January (important later) My father and another office respond 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 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 a “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 because it’s ghost proof.
Holy shit got my first Reddit gold! I’m gonna go retire in Guatemala.” – 17herpderp
Bonus story; Not quite a devil worshiper
“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 Wacko. The neighbor 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 parents 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 for us.
TL;DR: Nut called about devil contacting old lady turned into great part of my whole family life and one of few moments that make me think humanity can be good.” – chainedwolf
This post was created with our nice and easy submission form. Create your post!
