Speaker 1: In the mid nineteen nineties. I was working the second
patrol shift six pm to six am. It had been
a slow night, which was the norm in this town.
I had finished doing my nightly checks, going door to
door in town, checking locks and handles and windows and alleyways.
The thrift store sat silent and calm, with their antiques
and quilts perfectly in place. The barbershop was empty and quiet,
with just a candy striped glass lighting the doorway. The
gas station was barely lit. It was calm and clear
of activity. Everything in our town was asleep. It was
closing in on midnight. It was the last round I
would make before taking a break and parking so I
could finish filling out my paperwork for the evening. That
had been my nightly routine for some time now, and
I had no reason to suspect anything would be different.
I drove around the town for a moment and then
parked by the Masonic lodge in the church. It was
a quiet corner, as every corner was at night in
that town. It was just a touch after midnight when
I felt the impact. I just knew some drunk a
hole had violated the peace of this quiet place. And
t bone my beautiful patrol car. My pin in paperwork
lay strewn all over the inside of the car. Everything
was scattered. I looked up in the rear view mirror,
ready to see the carnage, but I couldn't make out
the headlights. And that is what I could not comprehend.
I unbuckled and looked out the window to make sure
it was safe to exit the vehicle. I didn't see anything.
The rear end of my car was knocked four feet
from the curb and into the middle of the road.
I got out, and I thought about radioing for EMS,
but I wanted to assess the driver of the other
vehicle first. What I will never forget. The silence was deafening,
and there was no other car. There was no driver,
no accident, there was nothing. I looked at my patrol car.
There was no damage, not a single scratch or dent,
not a dust cloud, no tire marks, absolutely nothing. No wonder.
I didn't see it coming. I didn't even know what
it was. I walked around my patrol car and stepped
back in complete shock. Sure enough, my car had been
shifted almost four feet horizontally and several feet forward. I
just stood there. I couldn't move, I couldn't radio it in.
There was nothing to report. Somehow, some way, something had
violently slammed into my car and moved it in a
way that was utterly impossible. It's a night I will
not forget, and I have been very forthcoming about it.
I have nothing to hide, and in all my years
as an officer, this is the strangest and craziest experience
I ever had. If anyone asked me about it, I
tell them exactly what happened, and I recall every detail
as if it were yesterday. I don't know if it
was the town, the intersection, or if my patrol car
and I had been bothering something by sitting there, but
whatever it was, it sure showed me that night that
I didn't need to park there again. And I remembered
that it honestly felt like someone had picked up my
cruiser and slung it straight into the middle of the street.
I'll never be able to explain it. One of my
coworkers has his own story, and it's crazier than mine.
Two officers were working one night in town, one younger
and the other more seasoned. This would have been around
the late nineteen nineties on a weekend. Since there was
more than one officer on patrol, both officers were at
the police station in the center of town, reviewing the
day's calls and completing last minute paperwork. It was just
a bit before midnight when a stereotypical hippie looking van
pulled up in front of the station. Both officers could
see the van clearly through the front window, and they
watched in amazement as a young couple exited, looking as
if they had stepped out of a nineteen sixties film.
They were dressed in perfect vintage attire, right down to
the tie down of peace signs and the fringe and
the bell bottoms. The two officers looked at each other
in confusion at the sight of everything. The first officer
opened the door for the young couple and welcomed them inside.
He and the other officer asked if they were okay,
and the couple explained that they were lost and try
to find an address in the next town over. These
officers said that the couple spoke just as if they
were from that time period as well. They thought that
maybe they were on their way to a seventies themed
event of some sort, and they were taking the rolls
pretty seriously. The officer decided to draw a crude map
for the couple to follow so that they could find
their way. The couple smiled the whole time and were
pleasant as could be, and then they thanked the officers
and headed out the door. As they left, the younger
officer noticed that they had forgotten the paper with the directions.
He quickly snatched it up and grabbed the door before
it was even halfway closed behind the couple, and he
reached out to hand it to them. But there at
the door, he froze and his jaw dropped. The older
officer said that he saw his face literally turn white,
his mouth gaped open and awe He rushed over to
see what was wrong and saw that the van and
the couple had vanished. He looked at his partner and
asked where they were. The young officer replied, shakily in
a whisper, I think we just saw a ghost. The
older officer looked at him, confused. He was unable to understand,
what do you mean? Where did they go? He said?
It slowly downed on the older officer that his colleague
was right. There was no possible way that the couple
could have walked the twenty feet to the van, started
it up, and driven off in the two seconds that
it took for the young officer to snatch the paper
up and hand it out to them. The door hadn't
even finished closing behind them by the time he made
it there with the directions. Both officers felt a chill
run up their spines, and they just stood there, dumbfounded.
They looked all around and even ran up to the
area where the van had been parked had just begun
to settle on the pavement and the surrounding grass, but
there was no evidence of any vehicle having been parked there.
Nothing had been disturbed. There were no tire prints, no footprints,
not even one lonely drop of condensation from a tailpipe
or anything. Both officers admit that it was the strangest
and most unexplainable thing they had ever witnessed, and it
is etched into their brains and mine to this day.
The younger officer stated, I still wonder to this day
if they made it to their destination. I have heard
you mentioned that people accuse you of writing all these stories.
Yes they do. I would like to. I would like
these people to consider that it has taken me days
to write this one. I had to sit down and
to think about every little aspect, remember every word in
every event, not to mention that when I discussed my
own experiences, it takes a toll on me to relive
those moments all over again. To have some stranger accuse
my story of being made up is discrediting. Is discrediting
and disrespectful to me and those of us brave enough
to share what we went through. Now, I share these
memories with you because I have been listening to you
for some time now, and I trust you more than
anyone to tell my true stories, as I've held them
inside for far too long. I need more than anything
to share them with someone, and I'm thankful that it
is you and your community. My wife's cousin now follows
you as well, and we love you, Cam and we
thank you for allowing us to share these memories with you.
Thank you for taking the time to read them. You
help more than you will ever know. I will write
more about our little community as soon as I am able,
and I'll tell you about a ten foot caped figure
that haunts the town and it SLINKs from tree to tree.
God bless you. Oh, thank you to the writer for that. Yes,
that's true. I've been accused that I write all these stories,
and I've written a couple, but not good grief. I've
done thousands of stories on here, and you're right, writing
takes a long time. I mean, there's no way. I
don't think there's any way one person could write enough
to keep enough content going at least as much as
I do. It would be more than a full time
job to write all these but these ghost stories that
he just described or oh, it's like a Halloween story
and we're getting close to Halloween. Today is October eleven.
So I appreciate the writer for sending this. It was wonderful.
It was titled police Officer ghost Stories, and it was
just perfect, perfect for this channel, and it's old. I've
had it for a long time and I'm just now
getting to it, so thank you very much for sending
it in Then, from Joe will Das