Real Police Officers Describe Their Creepiest Unsolved Cases

"I worked for a university police department. One night we had a call about some kids dicking around in one of the old shut down dorms they were trying to renovate. Me and my buddy get there and search the building, it was just 3 stories so it didn't take us long to find these kids trying to have what I guess you could call a ghost hunt. They were on the 3rd floor of the building in an old dorm with cameras and stuff. So I ask what they're doing and they said there was a story about a girl who killed herself in the dorms and they wanted to record her voice on tape. 

Neither my buddy nor I believe in ghosts so we just laughed at them. I started calling in their information while my buddy was walking around the hall outside, suddenly we hear this bloodcurdling scream coming from down the hall. My buddy goes check it out and I ask the kids if they had another friend, they told me no. I call for my buddy on the radio and he doesn't answer, so I grab the kids and we go down the stairs opposite of where my buddy had gone and I get them outside.  

I tried calling my buddy again once I got the kids outside and he didn't answer so I went look for him, kept all the kids ID's in case they booked it. I found him on the first floor shining his flashlight down into the basement. When I walked up on him he just looked at me and said, 'I heard footsteps down there.' I told him we should go search it together. He told me no, and that he had just been down there and there was no one. We got outside and called for backup because my radio didn't work in the building and got a couple more guys to search the building and didn't find anything. Still creeps me out to think about it."

"My old religion teacher used to be a detective here in Aussieland - weirdest story we ever got out of him was about an abandoned church which they got called out to. the place was just COVERED in blood. the walls, floor, ceiling in parts was just painted with it! said there was so much that it would have at least had to have been from 6 or 7 people.  

they never ever found any bodies, or anything of the like. It was related to a cult that they were chasing ... but as far as that particular story goes, he said there was never any closure or answer for him."

"Strangest story I heard from a police officer colleague - A young woman's parents found her body in a chair at the dining room table where she had shot herself in the head. There was a letter on the table from Steven Tyler saying he was breaking up with her. Turns out she had told her mother she was in a new relationship with someone for the past couple of months, but he lived far away so they exchanged letters.  

At first it was unexplained and detectives thought someone had tricked her (because obviously she wasn't dating Steven Tyler). But then detectives found a box of the letters - both the ones sent to her and the ones she sent to Steven Tyler - in a box in her room. All were addressed to her house, and they determined all were written by her just in different handwriting. So essentially she killed herself after breaking up with herself through a letter."

"We get a call that a body has been found inside an apartment. We arrive at the apartment, located in a nicer part of town, and find it is empty. No furniture, only the [deceased] who rented the place, and a few personal belongings. He was fairly young, mid, to late twenties maybe? And looked in decent enough shape. 

 
No signs of a struggle save for a small drop of high-velocity blood spatter on the wall behind him, and no apparent injuries to the guy. When the medical investigator arrived and did her examination, she found a small, round hole in the base of his head, near the bottom his hair line. It looked smaller than a .22-sized hole, and there was no bleeding, even after moving the body. 

 
None of the neighbors heard any noise the previous night. Nor had any of them seen [him] in several days. Nothing appeared overtly suspicious in this case. I tried to follow it after, but it was all but forgotten due to current cases. Never found out what was up with the hole in his neck, what made it. Last I heard it was still involved and classified as unexplained."

"Not exactly a 'case' per se...luckily most of mine have been pretty cut-and-dry...but this one does haunt me: 

Following an exceptionally lousy and frustrating night, mostly comprised of dealing with some of the most worthless people I had ever come across, as I'm heading in to finish up my paperwork and clock out, I get flagged down by a lady that says she's lost her dog. She's very, very distraught; she looks absolutely exhausted from crying. She said that, this morning, when she opened the front door to pick up the newspaper, the dog just took off through the door. Kept running until he was out of sight. She said she got the dog - a medium-sized yellow mutt named Roux - after her husband died about 8 years ago. 

Now I see why she's so upset. 

So, I ask her where she last saw him, what he looks like, if he's got tags, etc. And, I'm thinking: After all I've been through and dealt with tonight, finally, here's an opportunity to really help someone. I need this. 

I put it out over the radio, and start looking. After about an hour of nothing...my Sergeant checks me over the radio, says I need to come in and talk to him before shift is over. Reluctantly, I start heading back. Wouldn't you know it, on my way back...I spot the dog. 

I grab my bag of beef jerky, hop out, and start towards him...using all the friendly dog-beckoning techniques I know of. He trots away from me, stops, looks back. I approach, he trots away again. Stops. Looks back. We do this for about 4 blocks. I asked dispatch to call the owner...tell her I've found Roux, but I can't get him to come to me. I had another Officer try to head him off a few blocks up. We keep going another couple of blocks, until I spot the other Officer. Roux sees him too. The dog stops, and sits. I approach slowly, beef jerky in hand. I get within about 10 feet of him...and he takes off running to my left. I follow at a jog, not wanting to scare him. He rounds a corner, I round the same corner...and he's gone.  

The owner showed up shortly thereafter. I told her what happened, and apologized. She's crying again. She says it's OK, she'll keep looking. I gave her my personal cell number (something that's usually ill-advised) and told her that if she needed ANYTHING, to call me. 

I went home feeling pretty low. 

Now the worst part: That was about two years ago. Since then, I've seen this dog about once every three weeks. Never when there's a possibility I might be able to catch him, though. But always when I'm in the middle of something fairly dramatic. Once I was in a foot pursuit, and I passed him just sitting on a wooden palette, watching me. Another time, I'd just finished one of the longest fights of my career. I stand up, stand my arrestee up...and the dog is standing not 15 feet from me. He stands there for a minute, starts wagging his tail, and trots off.  

At first, I'd call the owner first chance I got, and tell her where I spotted him. I don't do that anymore. I think she's given up, and I don't want to torture her with false hopes.  

Also, just to head this off: I'm not crazy. Other people have seen him too."

"About 4 years ago I was working the dispatch desk. Around 11pm I received a call from a resident that stated he had just seen 6 diamond shaped objects fly over his house at only a couple hundred feet, making no noise and had mirrors of thousands of lights glowing from underneath. 

No big deal I think. Another crazy calling in. But he prefaced his whole call by saying, 'listen, I'm not nuts, I know you get calls from crazy people but I'm not one of them. I have this on video and my whole family saw it.' He gave me their approximate height, their travel direction, the times. It was weird and it sounded crazy but there was something about it that sounded different so I decided to dispatch someone out and check this guy out, and more importantly, to see the video. 

So the officer goes out, sees the video and writes a report. He comes back to the station and I jokingly say as soon as he walks in, 'so how crazy are they over there?' And with a straight face he goes, 'that was something.' 

I had to then call the nearest military air base and ask to speak to a supervisor at their flight control center. I gave her the time and area it occurred and she stated that nothing had been in that grid for hours. Then, feeling like a complete smacked ass, I had to tell them that I had to report a UFO. They took the information and I faxed them a copy of the report and they said they'd look into it. 

I didn't think anything of it for two years since we only got that one phone call and I hadn't heard anything about it. Sure enough though, two years later, I had a friend going through county wide training who called me and asked if I had been the one who had dispatched that call. When I said yes and told him the story he explained that at his training they had gone over how to handle unusual events and calls and that my dispatch had been played and he recognized the voice. He told me that later that night that exact report was called in over 6 times throughout the county in various areas. 

To this day I have no idea what those lights were. The investigation was out of our hands."

"It was my uncle who used to be a cop in Hong Kong. 

 
He was patrolling the street on his own and received a smell complaint call from an apartment building nearby. So he reached the location and met the person who made the complaint and found out where the smell was coming from. 

 
He rung the doorbell, a little girl opened the door. As soon as the door was opened, he knew someone's dead. The little girl is about 5-6 years old. My uncle was informed that there were only the little girl and her grandma living in the apartment. They were immigrants from China.

 
My uncle walked into the apartment, and noticed that there was a freshly made meal. He went to the room where the smell was coming from and found the woman's dead body.

 
My uncle was puzzled by the freshly made meal because the little girl was not tall enough to reach the stove and the counter top. And it also puzzled him that a little girl could cook (chinese food is pretty complex in their recipes). When my uncle asked the little girl who made this, she said it was her mother. 

 
Later he found out that the little girl's mother died from a stroke about a week ago..."