My uncle was a police officer

my Uncle is a ex-marine and ex-police officer. When my uncle was still a police officer for Dublin, Ohio and the creepiest stories of hiswas this.

One night my uncle Tim and his partner who’s name I’ll keep private so his name for the story will be dave, anyways my uncle and Dave had the 3rd shift and as they were driving around the slums of Dublin they got a call about a domestic disturbance about 1/2 a mile up the road.

When they get to the house all the lights are off, my uncle and Dave are a little hesitant at first but it being there job they go in anyways.

Now with my uncles ex marine body type and current police officer he was a big guy about 6’1 and 225lb so he was pretty big and bulky. When they get into the house it reeks of rotten meat, and marijuana and there’s bottles and trash all over the floors so my uncle and Dave automatically assume it’s a crack house, Dave here’s a creak come from up stairs and says “I’m gonna check it out, call for backup this might get nasty” my uncle nods .

Dave proceeds up stairs and my uncle stays downstairs and flips on the light switch for the kitchen and when the light came on there was a dead body with a herion needle sticking out the arm, my uncle calls for back up and he then returns to the staircase and here’s the bloodcurdling scream of Dave and then a gunshot right after, my uncle runs upstairs and to find a dead body on the floor a bloody Dave and a woman in the back corner screaming bloody murder.

Backup arrives and takes the two dead body’s out and when the surviving lady was interviewed it turned out to be the landlord and why she was there still sends shivers down my uncles spine she said, that they drugged beat and raped her, they kept posting pictures of her on some deep web site and people paid to come over and rape her that’s how they got money for drugs.

And the reason my uncle was called there was because the neighbors down the street heard screaming and yelling and loud bangs so they called the police. And that dead lady on the table my uncle found was well the girlfriend of the druggie who was shot by Dave.

My uncle was still a police officer for 3 more years after that he still says he should’ve quit after that night but something about saving that girl kept him at that job.

A Policeman’s Story of Gory Railroad Death

While on our way home from a hunting trip I had quite a bit of time to talk with my buddy Benny, who is like a dad to me. This man has truly lived an amazing life and gone through the good and the bad and the worst. This story is about one of the worst. I asked him while we were driving home what was the worst thing he ever saw or the scariest thing he ever experienced, or something along those lines.

He was silent for a moment, thinking back through all the years and started telling me a story from when he was a police officer a long time ago. He started off by saying how illegals near the border of Texas and Mexico would sleep on the train tracks because they believed that the rails of the tracks would prevent snakes from biting them. Well one night he got a call at the police station that two Mexicans had been ran over due to sleeping on the tracks.

When he arrived there he said it was the most gruesome and disturbing thing he had ever saw. Their heads split in two, all limbs severed off and mangled, their guts spilled everywhere and chunks of flesh stuck within the the railroad tracks themselves. Those poor men decapitated and killed in their sleep. When a female officer of his showed up Benny told her not to look under the blanket they had put over the two dead men, but she said that she had seen a lot in here time and it wouldn’t bother her. As soon as she lifted up those sheets she quickly stumbled off and threw up from the bloody sight. Benny himself didn’t sleep at all that night and it took him a couple days to get back to his normal self.

Despite this incident is wasn’t the first time he had seen something so terrible. But that’s life. And in Benny’s life he has seen a lot. And perhaps in another story I will share again one of the many true life stories of my good friend, and father figure, Benny.

Small town Skinwalker

A few months back, I was on a routine 3rd shift. I work as a police officer in a very small town in Ohio. It is currently the middle of fall. I’m not going to say where, people can find it pretty easily.

Anyway, I was on a night patrol, driving in my patrol car. Most nights we are required to get out of our cruisers to check areas our cruisers can’t fit. There is a super long, almost 2 mile bike path we are supposed to walk down.

Well one night, as usual, I got out and walked the path. Usually we do this to make sure no one is hurt or overdosed. My flashlight was dimmed during my walk, since I forgot to put it on the charger earlier that day.

About 1 mile into the walk. I start to feel very strange, not a topical gut feeling. A feeling that you know something is wrong or something is about to go wrong. I began to hear leaves crunching. Turning in every direction the leaves would break. My light is so dim it is hard to see much of anything.

I continue trying to get this walk over, I start to speed up. In doing so, I must have triggered something’s instinct. Every time I sped up, the breaking leaves would get louder and continue with my pace.

I get to the point where I know something is there, so I just stop and listen. I waited for 5 min. Hoping to catch some kids playing a prank or a fellow Officer trying to get a laugh. But nothing. The sounds have stopped.

I began shining my light all around me. Slowly turning my light from tree to tree. Then I noticed something odd. I passed by it the first time. I shine my light back in the direction I noticed from earlier.

I can see something, but at the time it was hard to make out. The only difference I noticed was the contrasting colors. Old grey and black with red and orange leaves and a brown tree. I shine my light up from it. Then, two huge glowing eyes. Nothing like I have seen before. I have seen deer, wolves, and other animals eyes that reflect light. But nothing like this.

I hesitated, almost drawing my firearm. But I stopped myself, knowing that I could get myself in trouble if it was a prankster. This thing, took one step out from the tree it was behind. I got a whole body view! It was covered in feathers. Extremely tall and didn’t appear to be completely human. I noticed hands like a human. But it having feathers, that looked almost forced into the skin…

I start to back up. Thankfully it never moved more then what it did earlier. I was frozen in fear, to scared to move. But I snapped out of it when dispatched radioed me. “Police1 checkup” The sounds of the radio snapped me out of my trance.

I started walking backwards very quickly. Not taking my eyes off of this thing once. It felt like forever. But I finally got back out of those woods. My cruiser was in the clearing. I bolted as fast as I could to it. Not looking back until I got back in. I looked into the wood line from where I came from. Then I could see this things whole body. Head shaped like a demonic owl, head laying tilt. Just staring with its huge eyes. Its body, covered in some parts by feathers, others by skin that appeared to be falling off. Like it was rotting. Then a terrible odor came through. So powerful, it has engraved into my memory.

I unlocked my cruiser. Crawled in and locked my doors. I attempted to shine my spot light and brights at it. But it ran back into the woods. Letting out a scream that was like no other. I could feel the creatures below, rattle my insides. Leaving me almost sick to my stomach.

After it ran, I drove back up to my station. Sitting inside to recap what had just happened. I asked my fellow officers about it some time later. But got very odd responses. I was being told to never look where the noises come from. It would be better if I just ignored them all together.

I was confused at this point. Wondering if they had seen it themselves. But I was never given a definitive answer. Just told to keep my light charged and my eyes forward…

Well that is my story
Hope everyone likes it!

Arrest From Hell

Hello I would like to start off by saying I am still a police officer and the Louisiana state so much of the information given about identities and locations may be changed due to safety reasons and job specification.

I’ve been a police officer now for six and a half years it’s around the Lafayette area in Louisiana and this story my name will be DJ. now I’ve listened to your channel for a while now and though some stories are good not many of them are real, my story might not have skinwalkers or red men Chasing After You but it does have the scariest monster of all when a human goes mad.

My Story begins about 2 years ago it was mid October and I got a call about a naked man running down the street disturbing the peace and indecent exposure. when I show up to the scene I noticed a heavy set naked man running from house to house banging on each door waiting for someone to open now at this time I was training a young Deputy that just got out of the academy and this story his name will be Jared.

when we got out the vehicle we called into dispatch and let them know that we were on scene. being that Jared just got out the academy and was training with me I let him take lead. well we were approaching the man he was screaming and words we don’t understand to this day we still don’t think it’s any language. seeing this behavior before we’re already under the impression he’s on some hardcore drugs such as legal or PCP so we take our precautions. once we reach the man Jared trys speaking with him. he shouts at Jared and says no and then Whispers I want to speak to him and points at me. not like I’ve said I’ve been on the road for a couple years now so this might have been a guy already picked up and he just remembers me so I agree to his request and I speak to him. little did I know this moment right here is where this man would change my life forever.

I start off by asking him what is he doing outside running around naked and banging on people’s doors. he replies with the devil told me I had to find the right ones blood two become one with Lucifer. now I’ve heard this whole story before not quite the way he said it but I’ve heard of people messed up on drugs speaking to the devil, but there was something in his face that honestly look like he believed it. so I asked him what did you take tonight you took some of that new legal that’s been going around tried to have a little bit of fun and you overdid it I see.he stops look me up and down and says mine will do. well he tells me this I’m looking him over and I noticed I don’t recognize them from before he’s about is about 360 lb he’s about 35 and pretty much the same height as me while I’m thinking of this he staring at my gun in my holster. We already had enough to arrest him some before things got any more out of hand I made the call to put him in handcuffs. he didn’t put up a fight and he came easy, the only part was more gibberish in the backseat all the way to the station.

When we arrive to the station the booking deputies meet us at the door they take him in search him with no problem. then they begin the fingerprinting process, he asked when he’s going to get his phone call the deputy replies to him as soon as we’re done fingerprinting you that is our procedurehe says nothing more until he finally gets his phone call, also we learn his name is Clay and this is where I start to get weirded out don’t let me remind you I’ve seen some things from dead bodies two dead bodies bloating up in a bathtub full of water mangled bodies in car wrecks but the thing that always struck me the most was seeing a dead child but this was the first time work followed me home.

my partner Jared was asking him what phone number he would like to call he gave him the phone number on our caller ID it showed up as a private number it’s nothing new we still let it go through. as soon as someone answer the phone my partner handed him the phone on the other side of the booth. he began by telling the person on the other side that he was locked upand then he started speaking in a different language it wasn’t a language any of us had heard before it was weird but while he was talking to the other person on the phone he kept looking at me and smiling or on the end of the phone call he drew silent for a while we figured the other person was talking to him I don’t know where he drops the phone Twitches is if he’s having a seizure and then I shit you not falls on his back and start doing some kind of spider walk it creeps the hell out of me. then he jumps up from off the floor puts his hand against the glass right by my face says something and then passes out.

now about 2 days pass and my partner and I are getting back to work. Jared asks me remember that crazy naked dude clay he bonded out yesterday morning. jokingly I said to him will probably have to pick him up again soon because as a cop we’ve seen multiple offenders bond out and come right back within days weeks or months. we went on to run tonight like it was just another normal night. but when I got home is when the crazy Story begins.

I get off at shift at 6 a.m. in the morning I work nights so I get home at about 6:15 everyday and today when I pulled up I noticed something weird in front of my door step I’m figured maybe my wife might have put something in front the door like a mat or something like that but when I approach closer I noticed it wasn’t a mat at allno instead it was six dead birds formed in the shape of a triangle and inside of the triangle was this chalice like cup. I knew in my mind this has to be placed here by someone but why and by who, through the course of the next couple of days things got weird knocking on my door when I was home or not home got to the point where I told my wife to keep carrying a gun because when we open the door no one would be there just another dead bird. things started getting worse when we started finding markings on our vehicles are mail opened and left on my doorstep. now we have a security system with ADT but that will come in later. now this is where this guy has completely haunted my life for the rest of the days that I will live.

it’s now November 13th it’s 5:30 p.m. my wife and I are going to visit my mom that lives in New Iberia it’s about a 35 minute drive.while visiting with my mom at approximately 7:48 p.m. I get a phone call it’s from ADT they’re asking me if I entered my home and if so I need to give him the password I said no I’m not currently home, and return they said okay we’re going to call the police now also knowing that I’m a police officer they advised me that the left bathroom window was broken into if it truly wasn’t me at home. now knowing the information that I know I called the captain on shift that night to find out who was going to basically be my backup for when I reach my home he replied your partner Jared he came in for some OT and he’s working your jurisdiction tonight. I hang up the phone with the captain and call Jared on his private cell he picks up and I tell him hey bro sounds like some fuk head broke into my home he replied with yeah man don’t worry when I get there he’s in some trouble how long you going to be? I told him I’m already on my way I’ll meet you there. sadly this will be the last time I ever get to speak to him. the rest of the story is too surreal I’m still shaken up about it to this day I enter my home to see more than one cop car in my driveway I see some of the other guys coming out but not Jared I asked them what’s going onwho the hell broke into my house and where is jared. They reply at the moment were looking for the person that broken to your home, but we ask that you don’t go inside right now and if you have a cigarette you might want to light it. not knowing what they’re going to tell me I’m thinking this guy came into my house stole a bunch of things broke things but none of it compares to what comes out their mouth next.Deputy Christy put your hand on my shoulder and tells me your partner didn’t make it. I don’t remember my exact expression I just remember feeling confused in not knowing what I just heard. I asked her what the hell did you just tell me? she says he was shot in the back multiple times and there was also a note. I said well let me see the note I wanted to see him but at this time forensics was already there I couldn’t see the note because forensics already had in their possession but Deputy Christie remembers what was on the Note and it read as follows it wasn’t the blood I needed but it’ll do for now.I know who it is my heart sinks my face turns pale my hands sweaty this guy just killed my partner and my home and there was nothing I can do about it. I know who it is I tell them and we go on the hunt.

now I’m going to spare you the long-drawn-out news because I’m already taking too much time telling this story we caught him on November 15th at 2:15 in the morning I would have liked to been the one to catch him because he would have never made it to jail. now he has to stand trial in front of a court so the court date finally comes and we all go to court Walden Court he’s staring at me the whole time not smiling or giving any kind of expression just staring mad to take him away for awhile so the court could appeal because I wanted to get my hands on him. we found out from the Forensic Files for my partner Jared body that after he was killed he was also raped and they also found in a cotton swab of Clay’s mouth and DNA that he did in fact drink my partner’s blood not the sick f***** got what he deserved life in prison he’s now serving the rest of his sentence in Angola you can look it up if you want so you’re going to have to dig because none of the names I gave are accurate it was on the news in our area. I still visit my partner all the time and lay flowers at his grave he died going to my home knowing that kills me sometimes I wish I would have been home instead of him then maybe still we be riding together thank you for your time

 

 

A Very Important Lesson

Sometimes the scariest things in this world are actually the people around us. People we don’t bother to get to know, or people who seem relatively normal or harmless. Before I begin, I just want to say that this story takes place somewhere in Canada. I won’t be specific with locations, and I will be not be using any real names of the people involved. I also will apologise for the length of this story, but all the information I have written below really happened, and there’s a lot of backstory that leads up to the event in question, so please bear with me.

Let me start by saying that I was /not/ a popular kid in Elementary School. I was the only person of my race, and I had sort of a weird, quirky kid personality. I believe it was a mix of those two factors that caused people to see me as an “other.” Someone different from them… and let me tell you: these kids did not like different. I’m not the main character in this story, but I suppose I’m explaining all this to you because I know what it’s like to be severely bullied by being physically/mentally harassed by other children. This is important to know later on. Where I lived at the time in Canada, middle schools weren’t really a thing. Meaning you went to the same Elementary School in the same building, from your Kindergarten years (age 3) to your last year of eighth grade (age 13). This means that unfortunately, I was bullied by the same people year after year, for nearly a decade. I wasn’t the only one…

There were these four boys who always hung out together.

They were decent fellows really, but, were picked on just as much as I was for whatever reason, and we were more acquaintances or classmates than friends. There was this one kid in the group, we’ll call him Ro, who seemed to get picked on more than his three other friends. He was a short boy, a little weedy or skinny, with big hazel doe-eyes, wavy brown hair, and always wore grey jogging pants and printed t-shirts.

I didn’t get to know Ro quite well, but to me, he was always more or less a quiet kid, who liked video games and cartoons.

He was never rude or mean to anybody, and mostly kept to himself and his few other friends. I remember how the other boys in the class, however, went out of their way to pick at every single flaw he had, or made up flaws if they couldn’t find any.

I often sympathised from afar, but being a victim of the same type of abuse, I didn’t want to get involved. I know it wasn’t very brave of me, but I was scared that if I said something, those truly evil boys would turn around and start harassing /me/, and I just wasn’t strong enough to put up with that. The teachers never got involved when certain students who were disliked by everybody were picked on. If I could meet them today, I would not hesitate to look them in the eye, and tell them what shitty people they were to allow the things that happened to go on, and how much better they’d have done the world if they had chosen to flip burgers instead. It was a hideously toxic environment. And sometimes, when you’re in a position like that, you teeter upon a line where you can fall on either the side of forgiveness and overcome your traumas, or you can plunge deep into chaos and disaster. By the end of Elementary School, Ro always had this miserable look on his face, like he was just trudging along the path of life from one second to another as if every moment of being alive caused him anguish. Even the way he carried himself was different. His posture gradually morphed into a hunch. To give you an idea, it looked as if his shoulders were always tensed up against his ears, and he would face the ground instead of looking straight ahead, carefully and deliberately avoiding criticizing eyes.

Then, it might have taken ten years, but the unpleasantness had passed, and it was finally time for me to leave that godforsaken Elementary School and begin Junior High! I was excited! High school, for me, was like a breath of fresh air, a steady dose of sanity I never had before. The students were far nicer at my high school. Other than the occasional sneer from a rare encounter with my dear old elementary school classmates, I was well liked, and even when people didn’t know me, we treated each other with mutual respect.

As for Ro, because of the sheer volume of students in the building, I barely ever saw him, but when I did, I noticed he had changed. His big hazel doe-eyes were dulled to a half-deadened, heavy-lidded look, and he had developed a taste for lots of black Gothic clothing, makeup, and accessories. His fashion choice was fine with me– I learned early on that people who judge others based on the things like clothes are ignorant, and that no matter how a person chooses to present themselves, they are a human being who deserves the same kindness as anyone else. Sounds pretty obvious, right? Well, not for everybody…

Ro was somehow still being badly bullied. Perhaps his decision to wear the things he wore made him stand out to bad kids, or maybe it’s just the idea that not all of your fellow high school students are going to be saints, but all this negativity was still happening to Ro, and I did not like it at all. I just felt that there was enough injustice that had already taken place. This new high school, where I was being empowered, appreciated, and supported by many different kinds of people and teachers, was still a hell hole for Ro. So this time, I decided to use my new social strata for his advantage, because no matter how old I grow, I will never forget the things we faced as children, and since I did not fear any sort of retaliation anymore, I decided that it was about time… Again, nobody deserves that, and to make up for not standing up for him in the past, I always intervened whenever anyone made fun of him, because when I was getting harassed, I always wished that somebody, anybody, would help me.

He also started isolating himself from other people during our freshman year. I began to see him without friends, always walking alone, and getting the usual weird and judging looks in the corridors from people who were still too shallow to be mature. Me, well, during this first wonderful year of high school, I made sure that every time I saw him, I’d greet him in passing with a gentle, ‘Hi Ro, how are ya?’, a small smile, and a nod. A minuscule gesture, nothing over the top, but it means a lot to see a genuine smile when everybody hates you, trust me. The first time I greeted him in high school, he flinched slightly, and his eyebrows shot up, a look of surprise on his face as he replied the pleasantries back, like he was expecting something… different, but after the first few times, he actually began to smile and nod back in the same fashion. I knew he was really different, and probably really hurt and disturbed, but come on, I felt awful for the guy and could really place myself in his shoes.

One day in tenth grade (junior year of high school), a group of seven guys, my new friend, Sonny, being one of them, was following Ro across the back field at lunch, shouting and calling him all sorts of humiliating names. I ran over to them, and stopped them, while Ro continued to walk away. I felt my throat tear that day from the way I was shouting at Sonny and his boys, telling them they should be ashamed of themselves and to think about the look on Ro’s face. What did they think they were playing at? Sonny had never acted that way before, and reminded him about how earlier in the month he had stuck up for me when someone made a joke about me being too fat to be on my soccer team, and told him that was the person I admired and wished he would be. Sonny was one of the smooth guys in our high school, popular, and on the basketball team, so he never really had the same issues as me or Ro. I was fully expecting him and his friends to turn on me as soon as I spoke, as people tend to get defensive when they do something wrong. But no such reaction came. To my surprise, all seven boys hung their heads in shame at what they had done. That earned my respect. Sonny and I continued to be friends until we lost touch when he moved to Arizona a few months later. I’m not saying what Sonny and the six other boys did was okay in the end– I’m not saying that at all, but at least they understood that they really hurt Ro, and they actually never did this or spoke another word about it again. The only people who seemed to bully Ro after that were indeed the cruel, ruthless boys and girls from our old Elementary School, who still somehow found a way to make Ro feel even worse than he was feeling already. I could tell, but I persevered with my resolution: that no matter how badly anyone treated Ro, I would treat him like I’d want to be treated.

That year, I had a lot to focus on in regards to my school work, along with my new friends, my newly discovered talents, and catching up on all the socialising I had missed out on when I was a kid. Ro was never a big part of my life, and we never interacted socially more than what I’ve just described, so I just went with the flow, trying to adjust to yet another year of high school. I guess that’s why I felt like everything went by so fast.

I had taken on an English class meant for the year above because I had a beautiful soul of a teacher who believed in and encouraged me, which allowed me to meet more fun and hilarious people, while submerging myself in different creative writing exercises.

I felt as though I had adjusted well, and now that I knew people in the year above me, things never got boring in that class. It was always such a positive place, and I liked it specifically because every single person in that class was new to me– not a single person from elementary school present to make me feel bad about who I was.

One day, our teacher had taught us a lesson and we had to reproduce a writing style, so it was a work period, where she let us talk, write, and edit each others’ work.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened except that over the loudspeaker, the entire school heard the monotonous drone of the secretary listing the names of about fifteen students in my year (Ro being one of them) who went to my Elementary School, telling them to go down to the office immediately. “Typical.” I thought, rolling my eyes and shaking my head with an irritated sort of disdain.

They always, with a shameless venom, left me out of everything, and now they were being called down to probably be involved in hosting an event involving the elementary school or one of its old retiring teachers, and, of course, I was not a part of it. Some of that old hurt came back, and I’m not going to lie, Darkness, a bit of the old bitterness and spite came back to me: There they go, leaving me out of everything again, acting like I’m not good enough to exist…

But one look around the English classroom at all the dear faces of the new friends I made made all that anger dissipate, and I easily shrugged it off a minute later, and carried on doing what I normally did at school until it was home time.

The next morning, things were weird. I came into the school seeing slips of yellow paper in the hands of nearly all the students in the school. Through out all the corridors and more notably, in my home room class, there were many looks of confusion, sidelong glances, and hushed heavy murmuring.

It wasn’t long before my teacher, pushing a yellow slip towards me with one hand, and giving me her usual smile and pat on the shoulder, as she shushed the class and the tone got even more conspiratorial.

Usually, our teachers will stand at the front when they are ready to begin and wait for us to get the hint to stop talking and listen, but instead of the familiar fading sound of giggles and speech into silence, the class went dead quiet.

The teacher went on to explain that there was a threat towards the school the day before, our school, and that we would only be spending half the day today. The yellow slip was a similar explanation to our parents. She did not go into more detail, and promptly ushered our attention into one of her fun and enjoyable activities, and sent us off to write, but the whispers, the looks, the mutterings continued.

Then, the boys I was sitting between turned to me seriously, as one of them asked, “Hey FearBunny, you went to (X)Elementary, didn’t you? Did you hear what happened?” A shadow of fear and apprehension cast itself over my face because they looked shaken.

The boys took turns, speaking rapidly, nearly cutting one another off, telling me how this kid by the name of Ro (and his last name) from my Elementary school had brought a gun yesterday, and somehow, the principal had been tipped off. Once staff got to his locker, cut the lock, and opened the slim, peeling blue door, there it was: the gun, but that’s not all.

It turns out that the list of boys and girls from my Elementary school that had been read over the loudspeaker were all the names that were found Ro’s hit list, a piece of paper folded in half neatly, and carefully placed under that large black pistol.

I didn’t speak a single world for a few minutes. Ro was a loner, and he was certainly unique, but I never thought he was capable of killing, or even holding a gun, let alone bringing one to our high school.

I actually felt bad for him in the weeks that followed.

I could not help but think that there was also something going on with his home life too. Those suspicions were never confirmed, but it is something to think twice about next time you feel like taunting someone. You don’t know how people are already feeling, their experiences, and what’s in their heads.

I’ve got a dark sense of humour, I know, but I also have to laugh when I think of how upset I was to be excluded from that which I didn’t know at the time to be a hit list. Fucking hell.

This time around, I’m glad I was left out. And I never saw Ro again. He was expelled from the school, but that doesn’t change the fact that something horrendous could have happened to a bunch of teenagers who were too vicious and arrogant to know any better.

I was the only person from our Elementary School who wasn’t on that piece of paper. Had I avoided his gaze like the others, and pretended I didn’t know who he was instead of giving him a smile, had I not stopped Sonny and his friends from torturing him, would my name have been on that list too?

Would Sonny’s? His boys’? I don’t know what it was that caused Ro to snap, but he was moments away from his plan, and would have put it into action, had the school staff not caught him… Friedrich Nietzsche (Knee-chuh) is notorious for his saying, “When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks back into you.” Don’t harrass or bully people, because the darkness you create in the minds of others can come back and get you or the people you love at the least expected times, in the least expected ways.