Speaker 1: About ten years ago, I worked at a cemetery. The
money was good and it was relatively easy. All I
really had to do was drive around in my truck
and make sure no kids were causing trouble. Every night
was exactly the same, and by then I had already
gotten used to the creepy nature of the job. After
a normal night of work, I got off around six
a m. And headed home. I didn't usually go to
bed until around eleven or so, and while I was
getting ready at ten thirty, I got a call from
my boss. He asked me if I had seen anything
last night, and I said no because I hadn't. He
then told me that a grave had been defaced. I
swore I didn't see anything, though, especially not some group
of kids, which are typically the culprit. Anyways, he asked
me if I could come back and help him clean it,
and I agreed, of course, because I kind of felt
like it was my fault. When I got there, I
realized I had underestimated how horrible these writings on the
grave had been. This was not the usual small writing
or anything. There was writing all over the stone with
horrible words and markings. What made it so much worse
was that when we were cleaning everything off, I was
finally able to read who the person was. I will
obviously not say the name for privacy reasons, but it
was a child only eight years old when he passed
away just a few months prior. I was filled with
anger and sadness, unlike any I felt before. I mean,
who does that to a kid? I stayed with my
boss for a bit as we checked some surveillance footage.
This cemetery was huge, though, and the only camera we
had was on one building where the funerals were held,
and it wasn't very big. And again, this was quite
a long time ago and cameras weren't what they are
to day. We didn't see any one at all. My
boss notified the town's office, as the cemetery is owned
and run by the city, and for the next few
weeks they had some new guys come out to go
on watch with me from dusk to dawn. Those weeks
went by without anything happening. Didn't see anyone or find
any defaced graves. One of the guys rode around with
me while the other one stayed near the entrance. I
actually became good friends with my watch partner. We wondered
and talked about what the defacer looked like, and after
some time it seemed like we'd never get to know.
Nothing was really happening anymore, and it kind of seemed
like a one and done type of screwed up situation. Eventually,
the other watch guards left due to the inactivity, and
it was back to just me. Another week went by
of nothing before something happened again. One night, as I
had just started my shift and began patrolling, I drove
all the way to the back of the cemetery, got
out and began my walk, which I had to start
doing to see if any graves had writing or whatnot.
As I was getting to about where the kid's grave was,
I realized that something was off. I was a couple
hundred feet away from the kid's grave and it was
pitch black, but something looked out of place. I stared
in that direction for a whole thirty seconds, getting a
little creeped out. Even then, I started walking closer, shining
my dim flashlight all around the area. Once I was
just a hundred feet away, I shined my flashlight again
at the kid's grave. The light barely reached that far
and in the dim, foggy darkness, I could see a
black figure laying on the ground, completely still, next to
the grave. Obviously, I was horrified. I didn't know if
it was a dead body that had been dug up
or a living person trying to hide. I stepped closer slowly,
and once I was maybe forty or fifty feet away,
I almost got a heart attack as the figure jumped
up and sprinted into the dark field of graves, completely
disappearing in the darkness in just a few seconds. I
stood in place, shocked, horrified and confused. Once I got
hold of myself, I ran back to the truck and
radioed for the police. Then I went back over to
the kid's grave. Warned you. What I saw was really disturbing.
In front of the gravestone was a hole. It wasn't
a big hole, nothing done from a shovel, but more
like someone's hands. It didn't even go very deep, maybe
just a foot Either way, though, someone had tried to
dig up this child's grave with their bare hands, and
it made me sick. I'm not sure what the person
was trying to achieve, and unfortunately we never figured out
who did it, but rest assured it never happened again.
The town hired two new people permanently, and one of
us always kept watch over that grave specifically, while the
other two scouted the area. The city also had more
people on watch throughout the day as well. To this day,
that's been by far the worst thing I've seen while
doing graveyard work. No ghosts, no creatures, just horrible human beings.
I'm a community patrol officer for a neighborhood in southern
Las Vegas. If you aren't familiar with this occupation, it's
nothing like a police officer or anything. I'm just a
regular twenty five year old that drives a small patrol
vehicle around nice neighborhoods to make the residents feel safer.
It's a pretty common thing around here, since there's a
lot of rich neighborhoods right next to a violent city.
All my patrols, I have to also report specific community violations.
For instance, some housing communities require bushes to be trimmed
every week, so if I see an overgrown bush, I
have to report it and leave a note at the residence.
It's petty, and I personally find it weird that people
like to live in neighborhoods like that, but it gives
me a job, so I can't complain too much anyway.
I primarily work eight pm to three am. It's an
odd shift, but that's just how they schedule. For some reason,
I'd never seen anything strange before this incident. The only
things I'd ever really see were groups of teenagers doing
dumbshit at the parks at one am. But last week
I had something happened that was beyond disturbing and I
can't stop thinking about it. I was doing my regular patrol,
which was a specific route we had to take during
the middle, beginning and end of our shifts. This was
my midshift patrol, so it was about ten p m.
And pretty quiet outside. During the drive, I have to
check the community pools to make sure they are locked
for the night. I pulled into the small parking lot
and walked over to the gate. I quickly walked inside
and checked the pool area to make sure nobody was
still inside, then went back out and locked it. As
I made my way over to my car, I noticed
a hooded man sitting on one of the park benches
not far from where I was. Both of his hands
were in his pockets and he seemed to just be
staring at the ground. Honestly, I thought the dude was
just waiting for his drug dealer or something, but I
didn't know, nor did I really care. I got back
in my car and continued on with my route. The
community is large and the routes take probably an hour
to complete with no traffic. By the time I finished,
it was just about midnight, and the next little bit
all I had to do was drive around the neighborhoods.
I mindlessly moved the car through the streets for a
while before finding myself back by the pool, to which
I noticed that the man was no longer sitting on
the bench. I slowed the car a bit, looking around
the sidewalks in the park, purely out of curiosity, but
I didn't see him anywhere. Not thinking much of it,
I kept on As I drove past the dark, empty park,
I couldn't help again uneasy sense going through me. I
don't know what it was, but something felt off. I
continued for a few more minutes before pulling up to
a stop sign and noticed a man on the side
as if he was going to walk across. After a
few seconds, I recognized him as the same hooded man
from earlier. He slowly made his way across, but stopped
half way and turned to face me. Being only a
few feet away, he quickly walked up to my window,
trying to ask me something. I cracked the window slightly,
and the man quickly asked me where a specific address was.
Of course, I said I didn't know. Sure I could
have looked it up or given him a general direction,
but the circumstances of the situation fell very off. Even
more oddly, he didn't even have any emotion or response
when I said I didn't know. He just stood in
silence for a second, then repeated his question exactly as
he said it before. This was when I really started
to get nervous and feel unsafe. I told him I
needed to leave, quickly rolling up my window and beginning
to move forward. The man didn't do anything. As I
drove off, looking in my rear view mirror, he was
just standing there in the middle of the road watching
me drive away. I parked down by a nearby street
by one of the houses, then collected my thoughts. It
was a really weird encounter, but wasn't reason enough to
call the police. I didn't know. As bad as it sounds,
calling the police while at work is a big deal,
and I didn't want to unless it was actually necessary.
The big question that kept coming up in my mind, though,
was why was he looking for that address. I decided
to type it into my GPS, and it was just
a few minutes away inside the neighborhood I was patrolling,
so I got back on the road and made my
way over to the address. When I arrived, it seemed
like every other ordinary house at one am. All the
lights were off and nobody was outside. I parked on
the other side of the street and waited for a bit,
But not even thirty seconds later, the hooded man came
into sight walking down the sidewalk towards the house. I
watched from my car as he walked up their driveway
and up to their front door. He knocked a few times,
then waited for a while before knocking again. Almost a
whole minute went by before someone answered the door. Immediately,
the hooded man slammed his body into the homeowner and
fought his way inside the home. I was in shock,
seeing something like this for the first time, happening right
in front of me. I controlled myself as soon as
I could and called the police. As I sat waiting
in fear, I didn't see any movement for two or
three minutes. I debated with myself whether or not to
go in and try and help the homeowner. Honestly, though,
I was terrified and didn't want to make an already
horrible situation even worse, so I stayed in my car. Suddenly,
the front door moved a little, then swung open abruptly,
followed by the hooded man sprinting out and running off
down the street. The police didn't arrive until almost ten
minutes later. I don't know what took so long. I'm
sure it wasn't anyone's fault, but part of me was furious.
By then, the man was long gone and the homeowner
was laying inside, having been beaten so hard that he
was unconscious. Over the next few days, more unfortunate information
came in. The homeowner didn't recognize the man from anywhere
and barely even remembered the situation. But the guy also
didn't steal anything from his house. This was very unusual
because the man had clearly known of the homeowner's address
and his only known goal was to hurt the homeowner. Thus,
it didn't make much sense for the suspect to not
be someone he knew. The whole thing was very strange,
and it still makes me feel uneasy. It's only been
a week since this happened, though, so hopefully more information
comes up and the hooded man gets caught. I had
recently graduated when this occurred a few years ago, and
was taking full advantage of my summer vacation. I had
started working full time at the high school where I
had just completed my studies since I needed the money
for college. My family had asked me to accompany them
to my grandparents' home in Virginia, but I had declined
because I had already purchased tickets for a concert that
was set to take place on the very day we
had to depart. I didn't mind staying behind at all.
I mean, what eighteen year old doesn't want a house
to themselves for a full week. Furthermore, concerns that my
neighbors would complain about the parties or it caused me
any kind of inconvenience because most of them were gone
as well. I had a strong desire for some fried
chicken that day, which took me out of the house
on my way back there was an accident on the
main road, causing a whole line of traffic, so I
decided to take a shortcut and was relying solely on
Google Maps to get me home. I noticed a light
turned on as I passed the mechanic shop along the route.
It was another car, but this car had only one
functional headlight, which was really weird. I distinctly recall finding
it really odd that this automobile had abruptly turned on
its light as I was passing, and I was even
more alarmed when it departed behind me. But I was
aware that I have a tendency to be paranoid, and
that I frequently wonder if someone is watching me and
whether they have malicious intentions. I dismissed the idea as
a weird coincidence and moved on. I started to stress
out as I got closer to my neighborhood and realized
that the car was still following me. My fear was
increased by the fact that I was on gas at
the moment. I had two choices at this point. Either
I turn around and drive home while the strange car pursues,
or I just drive about and see if it follows
or not driving around however, seemed to be a very
dangerous alternative. Because I wasn't sure what I would do
if my car ran out of fuel in the middle
of the road, leaving me trapped with this creep. I
reasoned that I'd better take a chance in a familiar
setting rather than on the side of a lonely, dusky
country road. Once this was decided, I pulled onto my
street and felt my heart drop as the car with
one headlight turned directly behind me. At this moment, I
thought I was doomed. I started pulling into my driveway
because there was nothing else I could do, and to
my absolute horror, they started to follow me up. Now
that I think about it, I believe I should have
called the police, but at the time I was so
engrossed in my own thoughts that the idea never even
entered my head. I might have contacted my dad, who
would have gotten his rifle if he was home, but
he and the rest of the family were twelve hours
away at the time. I stopped and placed my car
in reverse. When the car started to follow me up
the driveway, they reversed in response, but they also came
to a stop at the bottom, thus blocking my way out.
I started moving forward again, but everything just kept repeating.
I drove, they followed, I reversed, and they blocked my
exit over and over again a couple of times. Finally,
I hurriedly pulled further up the driveway and swung my
car around to confront them. They had already covered more
than half of my driveway By this point. I was afraid,
alone and furious. I opened the car door and stepped
out with my small pocket knife firmly in my right
hand and my headlights blazing directly into their face. Because
I've always been naturally paranoid, as I've already mentioned, I
used to keep a small knife between my seat and
the car door. I shouted at them, holding the knife out.
I merely hoped that they would be panicked. I think
they might have believed I was a girl or week,
or maybe had not expected me to react so aggressively.
They backed out of my driveway gradually and slowly made
their way down the street. But then they parked their
car by a neighbor's house down the road, and through
the darkness I could see someone get out. It was
at this point that I began to think more clearly
and quickly ran inside and called the police. I then
went over to the front window, looking out of the
dark neighborhood streets, but couldn't see any movement. My adrenaline
was fading, and I began to panic even more than
I was when I was standing in the driveway. Just then,
footsteps were heard running around the outside of my house,
followed by a nearby window shaking as they tried to
force fully open it. I was terrified and losing my
mind in the panic of the moment. The man continued
to run around the house, testing every door and window,
trying to force them open. I knew I kept everything locked,
but I was worried he may still find a way
to break in. I ran upstairs and locked myself in
the bedroom, then called nine one one again to ask
for an update. I was thankful to hear that they
were in the neighborhood less than a minute away. The
man began banging against the front door, yelling for me
to open it. Two cop cars pulled into the driveway
just in time, though, and surprisingly the man didn't run
or anything. I washed through the windows as they put
him in cuffs. Then I made my way outside to
greet the officers. The guy was trying to convince one
of the cops that he wasn't doing anything wrong, but
of course the cop wasn't buying it anyway. Long story short,
it turned out that the man was heavily under the
influence of both drugs and alcohol at the time. He
never explained what his plans for following me or trying
to break into my house were, but considering his state,
it couldn't have been good. Luckily, I don't have to
worry about seeing him for a long time. SA