While some of these stories are tragic and gory, this one is “chilling” in a completely different way:

“My brother is a deputy sheriff. He had a call where a frozen dead raccoon was thrown through the window of a mobile home and smashed a glass top coffee table…Yes, we live in Florida. Where else would this happen?”

“Former firefighter/medic… Was called to a mobile home by the health department to find next of kin information for two morbidly obese men who had passed within days of each other (father/son). I had to wear a hazmat suit to go into the trailer because of the amount of bug infestation. First thing that became clear was that they had been too large to fit down the hall to the restroom…for many years. You could see “wear marks” on the wall but the hall had been overgrown by cobwebs. They each had a recliner which had a hole in the seat – which led to a hole in the floor of the trailer – for the purpose of relieving themselves without getting up…But here is the real killer: I opened the fridge for whatever reason and I found they had only 2 things in the house. Diet coke and sticks of butter. Tons of butter. The trash can was full of nothing but diet coke cans and wrappers from sticks of butter. I can only imagine they were eating butter and drinking diet coke. No wonder they both passed…”

“A traffic policeman I know says that when he attends an RTA (road traffic accident), if he sees a shoe lying around he’ll kick it first to check the weight before he picks it up.

He says he scarred from picking up a shoe that still had a foot in it.”

“He was policing a Chelsea football match in the early 1980’s when he sees a group of lads moving through the crowds, so he heads in thinking it’s substances. He collars the guy handing out the packages and feels one of the other chaps hit him twice in the back – knocking him to the ground. They scarper and he heads out to get the report issued over the radio, as he’s walking up his Sarge says ‘Refcon senior you feeling alright?’ Turns out he hadn’t been hit in the back but stabbed twice, and the blood was spreading across the back of his jacket.

“A couple of years into starting the job (mid-late 1970’s) there was a fatality after someone jumped on the tracks by Battersea power station, he was sent on scene with a couple of other guys to pick up the body etc. It turns out that the impact of the train had decapitated the man, so they spent a couple of hours trying to find the head. My dad being the new guy got left out whilst the older guys went and had a brew up. He ended up finding the head and the only way to carry it by its hair. So he walked on foot, carrying the head by its hair, along the London streets to Belgravia police station.”

“I can’t remember if it was neighbors or family members, but someone realized an older gentlemen wasn’t following his normal routine and became a little worried for him. I think they checked his front door, which was locked, looked in the windows, called the phone, no sign of him. So after 3 or 4 days the police are called to check on him. My friend and another office arrive at his house and as the enter the backyard they discover the worst smell they had ever come upon. What had happened was the man took a dip in his hottub one night and promptly had a heart attack. His body decayed at a much faster rate in the hot water and turned into human soup.”

According to dannyboy000:

“My buddy with Cleveland fire/ems gets regular calls for passed out motorists in the popular bar neighborhoods. 99 times out of 100 it is someone passed out drunk in their car. If the car is in park, but still running, he and his crew like to hop out of their rig and surround the car and start running in place, shaking the car and screaming for the ‘driver’ to STOP THE CAR! They love watching the drunks grab the wheel and practically stand on the brakes.”

If the driver wakes up, and slams on the brakes, they have him get out of the car and find an alternate way home avoiding a DUI with a funny story. If the person doesn’t respond, emergency extrication.”

“I had a friend who worked at a prison. He also participated in a medieval fighting group. The last thing he had to do one day was some sort of inmate transfer and then he was taking off for a weekend fighting event. He’s in a van, the inmate is in the back of the van, I think there was another guard. They’re driving along and he feels a sharp jab in the small of his back. He figures it’s just the road being bumpy. Then he feels it again, much harder. He looks back and the inmate is loose and had just stabbed him, twice, hard, with a knife. He had his medieval chain armor on under his jacket and all it felt like to him was someone jabbing you with their finger.”

“My friend a volunteer fire fighter arrived at a car that caught fire. The driver couldn’t get the seat belt off, and my friend ended up getting burns on his arms from trying to get him out. He said the last thing he saw before he bailed was flames shoot out from the guy’s mouth towards him. He had nightmares for years.”

“UK here. Not a policeman but my brother is and I heard this story from him (though it was all over the local news as well… just without the gore).

A few years back in our local town, a couple of joyriders had stolen a car. The police gave chase but had to pull back due to the speeds involved. (They got clocked at 130 miles per hour through a residential area.) The obvious happened and about three miles from where the police fell back, they managed to hit a wall or lamppost or something and kill themselves instantly.

“Upon arriving at the scene, the attending officer discovered the driver’s lower legs and feet had been pushed up due to the impact and his shin bone had gone through his jaw and up through his skull…The passenger, however, looked untouched and seemed to be unconscious… until they tried to move him and discovered most of the bones in his body had been shattered…”

“A kidnapping case, this girl disappeared from her grandparents’ RV sometime between like 5pm and midnight. They were up front, next thing they know, she’s gone. She was supposed to be sleeping in the back. One stop at a rest stop, then they were in stop-and-go traffic, so they figure she must have popped out the door at some point. This is near the California/Nevada border. So we meet them, talk to them, this is within about a day or so and the girl’s still missing, no sign of her. She was 15…

Next thing you know, we get a phone call – naked girl, lost and confused, picked up by some trucker on a two-lane road out there called Nipton…Turns out she’s our girl. She’s fine. No rape. No bruises. No exposure. Nothing. Completely healthy. Completely fine. Even cleaned like she took a shower. Won’t tell us a damned thing. Doesn’t remember a damned thing.

According to her, one minute she’s in the RV, the next she’s naked walking down the side of the road in 100-degree heat. We talked to her for two hours while her grandparents headed out to pick her up. We had our social services lady talk to her – nothing. I’ve seen people hiding things – she wasn’t hiding anything. She honestly didn’t remember.”

“This one time I went out on a call of a suspicious person at a house near where I was at. When I get there the guy tells me that someone knocked on his door and when he went to see who it was there was a woman standing in his driveway with some sort of child-sized doll with horns and it looked like all bloody and cut up. So he asked the woman, who was looking away from him, what she wanted. She turned around and told him ‘It needs food’ then started screaming at the top of her lungs and ran at him, so like a normal human being he slammed the door in her face and called the cops. I get there and there are well-defined claw marks on his door, there’s also a good bit of blood, I supposed from her fingers. So I call it out and start the search on foot, I also had 2 or 3 units driving around the area to see if they can’t find this chick.

…So my buddy and I approached and tried talking to her and she just kept whispering to the doll, couldn’t understand what the hell she was saying so we decided to drag her… out of there…We cuffed her and hauled her off to the hospital where she tested positive for PCP and various opiates…”

“Dispatch gets a call from an older couple reporting there’s a man standing in their backyard. It’s later in the evening and obviously the older couple is freaked out a bit. Several officers show up including my friend [who is a cop] and split into two groups heading around either side of the house…As they draw closer he’s not responding and they realize he hasn’t moved at all. Rewind 2 hours, the suspect had robbed a 7-11 or something like that down the road and taken off on foot. As he entered the neighborhood he tried to cut through this older couple’s backyard. When he went to hop the fence in the back he slipped and impaled himself on a fence post. He couldn’t pull himself off it and his own body weight slowly drove him down the post.

It had entered at his groin and went straight up to his shoulder. He was literally a human scarecrow.”

“My grandpa was a big Irish cop who started his career in Minneapolis in the mid-1950s. He always has the best stories to tell, but the one unexplainable one he tells me is that he got a call during Christmas Eve to a house with six bodies in it. Being the first responder, he speeds his way there and gets to the house. He walks in, gun drawn, only to find a family that looked like everybody had just had a long night and dozed off until he gets no response trying to wake them. He searches the rest of the house only to find a young teen girl in the bathtub with a single tear run down her cheek.

Everybody seemed to have mysteriously passed at once without any known cause and he never found out what it was.”

“..a good friend of mine was the youngest recruit to pass police training etc. in the area for a long time. At 19, he was fresh onto the service. I went for a pint with him a week later and you could tell he’d ‘seen things’ so I asked him what it was like.

…he told me about this one where they were called to a domestic. They got to the house and opened the door, instantly a whole load of sewer rats (not pet rats) flooded out, and there was no one home. The lights were on, the TV was on (quiet), and the loud voices they heard arguing were just gone…So they left. A few minutes later they got called to the same address again by a different person stating there’s a pretty heated domestic going on. This time they brought the dog squad to find people, but again, the house was deserted. He said the freakiest thing was that the toilet had blatantly just been flushed when they got there as the cistern was filling, and the kettle was now boiling. The dogs found nothing as well…”