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Scary Night Patrol

I only recently asked him to tell it to me again. My uncle used to be a cop when I was younger, every so often he’d come over and tell my brother

something along the lines of “Hey guys, another baddie busted” or something like that. One Halloween my brother and I asked him if he had any “scary experiences as a cop” he looked at us with a kind of pale face and said “Yes, if you’d like to hear it I’ll tell you two, but promise you won’t tell your mum” we excitingly nodded and sat down near our fireplace.


Night Shift Cop Story

well to start off, it’s my uncle David’s​ story, but my family has always had encounters with the paranormal.  David is 40, served in the military until he married, then took a civilian job as a cop. 

When David started working as a cop in Montana he was given the grave yard shifts. A lot of his job is driving along long roads surrounded by open land. He admits to it being extremely boring at times.


Deomon in the Walmart Parking Lot

A short preface; at the time of these events, I was around 8, female and my mother had died a year before. I had been picked to shop at a WalMart with a police officer for christmas presents for myself or my family.

Around 8 or so I was driven to some building where a bunch of police officers and children gathered for the event. I was alone, my parents having dropped me off. I stayed near a window, a cripplingly antisocial young girl st the time. I stared through the glass, eyes tracing the line of trees across a large field. I saw something moving in the trees, making them shake and the birds fly out of them and land above me on the building’s roof. A big, black thing had been there. But when I was sbout to get up and go tell someone, my given officer found me and ee had to go.


The Call

For background to the story, my brother and I are involved with law enforcement in our local police department. Im a field training officer for the the law enforcement explorer program and my brother is a community service officer for the department. We love what we do, don’t get me wrong, there’s ups and down but what happened on a particular day, we will never forget.

It was a quiet Thursday morning when my brother and I were patroling around the neighborhood in the squad car, Unit 20.  We were in the middle of having conversation about me leaving to join the Marine Corps, and him possibly going to to police academy, when we hear an officer being dispatched to a call.


The Hills Have Eyes

In college, I was a criminal justice major, but this incident  made me change my major and quit my job as a probation officer. I worked for the Juvenile Justice Department as a Probation Officer in one of the southern states of the United States. As a Probation Officer for juveniles, you have to make frequent field visits- to schools, to homes, to places of business. Most of the time, the visits were uneventful, but any time I went on a field visit, it was always a little unnerving, especially the home visits.

As a Juvenile Probation Officer, you are not allowed to carry a weapon, and quite often, you could get into some sticky situations, so we used a group text system to check in, and to let our fellow officers know if we were in danger or needing assistance. Once you checked in, there was another check in every 30 minutes-40 minutes. If you needed help you used the name Aunt Mae (as in May Day).


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