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