3 TRUE Horrifying Police Officer Horror Stories That Will Leave You Shaken

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:15):
Twenty years ago, I went to prison for the disappearance
with my best friend when it happened. I tried to
explain exactly how I went down, but nobody believes me. Eventually,
I came in from being coerced by my interrogators and
confessed to their version of events, and I pled no
contests to the charges. Now that I'm finally free, even

(00:37):
though the life I used to have no longer exists,
I'm finally capable of sharing the true story. His name
was Bennett, and we grew up together. Neither of us
were strangers to crime. Most of what we did was
petty's stuff. We never robbed or killed anyone, but we
had our habits and our hustles. Truthfully, we didn't do

(00:58):
any of it because we had to. Both of us
were from some pretty well off families, and we just
found it fun to break the rules sometimes. One thing
we particularly enjoyed doing together was breaking into construction sites
and abandoned buildings.

Speaker 2 (01:12):
We'd built up.

Speaker 1 (01:12):
Some confidence with that and we never got caught doing
any of it. Well, that was until we broke into
the abandoned police station. The police department had just finished
building a brand new station of mal or So down
the road from the old one, which was built in
the forties, and it had already been outgrown by the
size of the town many years ago. That meant there
was this sixty year old building with a ton of
dark history that was not completely deserted.

Speaker 2 (01:35):
Bennet and I couldn't resist.

Speaker 1 (01:38):
He brought a knockoff polaroid camera to capture some eerie images,
and he wore empty backpacks to gather souvenirs.

Speaker 2 (01:45):
Getting in was easy.

Speaker 1 (01:47):
The fence was topped with barbed wires. We cut the
chain at the gate and slipped right through. Then we
smashed the locks on the front door, which wasn't equipped
with any alarms. Right away we were like degenerate kids
inside of an illegal candy store. We dug through the
ancient records in the booking station, trashed the sheriff's office,
and we tried to find abandoned weapons in the armory,

(02:07):
but all we found were some billy clubs. Then we
found the jail cells. There were four of them lined
up on one wall with the classic steel bars. Not
only that, but on the far wall were the keys
to the cells, just hanging there on a hook. Bennett
and I started giggling like school children. Thinking of everything
we could do with the space. We decided to play

(02:29):
cop and criminal, where one of us would lock the
other one up in the cell and pretend to be
a pigish deputy. We challenged each other to rock paper
scissors to see who would be who, and I won,
so of course I wanted to be the cop. I
immediately started playing the character and ordered the criminal Bennett,
who pretended to be in handcuffs, to get in his cell.
Then I closed the gate behind him and I locked

(02:50):
it with the keys. I could tell that Bennett was
a little worried that I would intentionally leave him in there,
but he tried to hide it, and he kept the
amusement going. We were lifelong friends, so I knew he
trusted me. I wanted to mess with him, though, so
I told him to have fun rotting, and I walked away.
Then I went to the Sheriff's office and kicked my
feet up on the desk a little while later, Benna

(03:15):
started yelling like a jailbird. You better let me out,
you goddamn pig, he shouted, his voice echoing through the
cinder block holes. Shut up, you waste a flesh. You'll
get out when you can pay your bill, I hollered back.
You didn't give me no bail, you bastard, Bennett complained,
chuckling a little bit. I know, because all your money

(03:37):
is stolen. I couldn't help but smile myself after that.

Speaker 2 (03:43):
No it ain't.

Speaker 1 (03:44):
You can't prove that, not yet, I yelled, and then
for a moment Benna didn't reply, but then out of nowhere, he.

Speaker 2 (03:53):
Dropped the act.

Speaker 1 (03:55):
I'm serious, man, and let me out, please.

Speaker 2 (03:57):
I can't take it in here anymore. All ran down
my spine.

Speaker 1 (04:00):
From the tone of his voice, I knew that he
was being dead serious. So I got up from the
desk and I ran down the hall to unlock the
cell to let him out. But when I got there,
he was gone. The cell door was still locked, but
Bennett was gone. I started to panic, so I opened
it up and I went inside to see if he
was hiding under the bed, but he was nowhere to

(04:21):
be found. Bennett, I called out, where are you? There
wasn't a single sound in reply except the echo of
my own voice. Then the sound of the door sliding
shut behind me. I rushed to the door to keep
it from closing on me, and I managed to put
my hand in the way in the last second, causing
the door to crush my wrist. I cried out in pain.

(04:45):
Then I pulled the door open, but for some reason,
it was like there was someone fighting against me, trying
to shut it. When I finally got free, I was
full of fear and adrenaline. I didn't even go looking
for Bennett. We always agreed that if things went south,
we would take care of ourselves and meet up later.
But Bennett never showed up. Days went by, then weeks

(05:08):
the police investigation of his disappearance. Let's show it to me,
and from there you can already tell where the story's going.
I got pinned for it, and even though I know
I'm not responsible, I've always believed that there's nobody else
on this plane of existence that should have taken the blame.
Whatever got him almost got me too.

Speaker 2 (05:27):
Sometimes I wish it would have.

Speaker 1 (05:37):
In my career as a sheriff's deputy, I've seen it
done more than my fair share of disturbing and traumatizing things.
Of course, I've never really been able to share my
experiences with many people other than my wife and a
few members of the force. But now that I'm retired,
I've decided to write down the ones that have stuck
with me the.

Speaker 2 (05:53):
Most over the years.

Speaker 1 (05:56):
This was just one day on the job. It wasn't
a call that we weren't expecting. He didn't come out
of the blue at all. In fact, most of us
had been itching to take care of this issue for months,
but we had been forced to wait for a warrant.
There was this abandoned house in one of the neighborhoods
we would patrol. The owners of the house died and
they didn't leave the property to anyone, so it got

(06:16):
foreclosed by the bank, who didn't touch it for far
too long, until they finally decided to market for demolition
when it had gotten to the point that it was
about to fall over on its own. We got the
warrant for the raid based on the testimony of the
contractor who went inside the house or a pre demo
inspection and came running to the station looking like he'd
seen a ghost. From what the inspector said, we all

(06:40):
had the same idea of what we were getting into.
On the surface, it was obviously your typical trap house.
We expected to find all sorts of drugs and squatters
and illegal firearms, which we did, so we came prepared
to make arrests. However, we could never have been ready
for the full extent of what we discovered. We circled

(07:01):
the house with about eight squad cars plus a SWAT.

Speaker 2 (07:04):
Van from the next county over.

Speaker 1 (07:06):
It was the middle of the day, but none of
the occupants even noticed what was happening outside. I wasn't
on the front line, but I was several men behind
the SWAT guys who announced our presence at the door
before breaking it down. We only gave them about fifteen
seconds of warning them from the first shout to the
door being rammed open, but that was enough time for
several of the occupants to get up and scramble for

(07:27):
the back door, where we, of course had officers waiting
to capture them. The SWAT guys charged in, and they
scared any of the rest of them from even thinking
about putting up a fight. By the time I got
in there, there were about a dozen people left on
the first floor of the house, and they were all
on the ground and frozen already. However, it wasn't yet
time for me to start cuffing them and getting them

(07:49):
out of there. Mobilizing them with zip ties was the
job of the officers who came in after me, because
even though the ground floor was secure, the house wasn't
clear yet there was a basement. While the other guys
clean up the first floor, I backed up the SWAT
team with another deputy, which was my partner at the time.
As the armored men continued their march, heading down the

(08:09):
stairs into the space below the house, I remember my
heart was racing the whole time, like it would on
any other high intensity raid like that. I could feel
the sweat soaking through my clothes, and it was like
I could see you with three hundred and sixty degrees
all around me. But there was a distinct change in
the air as I made my way down those steps.
The SWAT team felt it too. They slowed their pace

(08:33):
noticeably as we descended. Their hairs on the back of
my neck stood straight up, and I noticed the eer
quietness of the space I was entering, broken only by
the noise from upstairs. I was overcome by a smell too,
a stench really. It was so distinct, but I didn't
once to admit that I knew exactly what it was.

Speaker 2 (08:53):
For a moment it was pushed out of my mind.

Speaker 1 (08:57):
The SWAT team started shouting at somebody, and I realized
there was a man trying to escape the basement through
one of the egress windows, but he.

Speaker 2 (09:04):
Was too overweight to fit through quick enough.

Speaker 1 (09:07):
Before he could get his mid section unstuck, I ran
up and with the help of my partner, yanked him
down by the feet, sending him crashing to the floor,
where he immediately tied his hands and feet together as
per protocol. After a few more seconds, the tentative all
clear was given and it was time to start clearing
out the arrested individuals and begin the investigation. At that

(09:28):
exact moment in time, I was distracting myself from what
I already knew by griping with my partner about having
to eventually get the fat man we just arrested up
the stairs, but he.

Speaker 2 (09:37):
Didn't even have time to respond.

Speaker 1 (09:39):
Off to the side, one of the SWAP members started
going ballistic, shouting and cussing, and all of a sudden
running over to the mobilized man and picking him up
by the collar, screaming into his face, what the hell
is wrong with you? I heard him growl almost like
he was about to cry, but the fat man didn't respond.
My partner and I were stunned for a critical few

(10:00):
and didn't move to do anything. I knew we were
both thinking what could get to a guy like that,
who might as well be a trained soldier. Then the
fat man, with the blood pouring from his nose, face
planting against the ground during his arrest, spat in the
SWAP member's face, right in his visor. In an instant,
the SWAP member lashed out and struck the men in

(10:22):
the head with the butt of his rifle, effectively disabling
him completely. I'm positive he would have kept on going
and beaten him to death too, if it weren't for
the rest of the SWAT team rushing over to pull
him off. By then, I was starting to feel an
uneasy shakiness in my knees, and I knew that soon
I'd have to accept the truth of what triggered that
man's rage. That stench I noticed earlier had recently become

(10:45):
quite familiar with it. My first son had just been
born a few months prior, and the odor of infant
fecal matter is quite recognizable. The SWAT team escorted their
unhinged comrade back up the stairs and left me alone
with my partner and the unconscious men we had just arrested,
And all of a sudden, our surroundings came into focus.

(11:07):
All around us were cribs, six of them, lined up
against the walls of the cramped and dinghy basement. In horror,
we looked into them, and what we saw was giving
me nightmares ever since. There were children in each of
the cribs, and more than one in some of them,
ranging from infants to toddlers. They were all in terrible
distress and covered in feces. The reason we hadn't heard

(11:30):
them crying in the chaos of the raid was because
they were all, every single one of them gagged by pacifiers,
which were held in place over their mouths by cordage
that was wrapped so tightly it was digging into their skin.
In some cases, some of them were even tied up
with bungee cords. I immediately felt so lightheaded that I

(11:50):
almost couldn't continue standing. I wanted so badly to believe
that what I was seeing could in be reality. I
vaguely heard my partner call out for backle but I
forgot about doing my job all I could think to
do is pick up the baby that was scrumming so
helplessly in front of me and take out their pacifiers
so they could finally cry through their immense suffering. I

(12:12):
cradled them in my arms and I tried to console them.
And this is the sight and sound that many of
my comrades on the forced witness when they came rushing
down the stairs. Through the investigation, it was found that
many of the drug addicts that were squatting in that
house had formed a sort of twisted, heneously neglectful daycare
center for their unwonted children so they could get high

(12:32):
in peace. All the children were put into the foster
care system, and none of us ever saw any of
them again. But I know for a fact that each
of us has wondered about their fate every day since.

Speaker 2 (12:44):
I know I have.

Speaker 1 (12:54):
During the locksdown, my life was actually going pretty good
in the first few weeks. I got together with my
girlfriend just in time, right around when everything was closed
and there was nothing else to do, which meant we
had ample time to spend together in our budding relationship.
I had recently started driving, too, so it was kind
of perfect. It was the end of our senior year

(13:16):
in high school, and we both just turned eighteen a
few months ago, and we had almost no responsibilities. We
would drive all around town and enjoy the lack of people,
relish in each other's company, and of course find secluded
spots to park my car and be hidden from prying eyes.
I'm sure anyone could imagine why. Unfortunately, that would end

(13:38):
up bringing all the good times crashing down. It still
seems so ridiculous and unfair that I get mad thinking
about it even now, but there's nothing I can do
to change it. So I figured I should share my
story as a reminder that cops can be both unavoidable
and insufferable assholes that will literally get off to ruining
your life over the most minor of crimes. It was

(13:59):
a night too one like any other. We were pulled
up in the real parking lot of a park in
the neighborhood by our school, which was pretty dark at night,
so we never thought that anyone would ever be able
to see us this particular night before we got to
our destination. Knowing it was a Friday night, I wanted
to make it feel special, despite the fact that all
the days back then were running together, he bought a

(14:21):
bottle of that knockoff fireball and picked up an eighth
of weed. Another factor that did U sin was that
we were chronically blowing off both.

Speaker 2 (14:28):
Of our friend groups.

Speaker 1 (14:30):
Seemed like it didn't matter when my girlfriend's friends called
her up and asked her a bunch of questions about
where she was and ragged on her for not going
out with them. What we didn't know was that they
were so mad at her not partying with them they
literally called the cops on us, saying that I was
some kind of drug dealer. We had no idea this
was happening, So after she got off the phone, we

(14:50):
walked out into the park, smoked a joint, and drank
the whole bottle under the cover of darkness. Then we
returned to my car and got in the back seat,
where we started cuddling and making out. Then we started
taking off all of our clothes to go all the way.
We were in the middle of doing it when I
saw out of the corner of my eye three cops
pulling into the parking lot with through lights off. I

(15:13):
stopped what I was doing, stunned. Before I knew it,
they surrounded my car, so there was no hope of
even driving away. I quickly told my girlfriend what was happening,
and we both rushed to put our clothes back on,
but it was too late. The cops started banging on
the doors and shining their flashlights through the windows, completely
exposing both of us. We were caught in the act.

(15:35):
They shouted at us to get out of the car
while we were still half naked. We were as freaked
out as we could have been, so we panic and
we just decided to do what they said. As soon
as I opened the door, this one big fat pig
of a cop ripped me out of the car and
threw me on the ground, handcuffing me immediately. My girlfriend
was screaming and refused to get out of the car
after seeing that, which led the other cops to reach

(15:57):
in and yank her out. I couldn't see anything but
the dirt in my eyes, but I could hear her
struggling and trying to grab on to anything she could,
but eventually they overpowered her and handcuffed her on the
ground as a sobbing mess. Then they put all their
flashlights on us so that all the people in the
neighborhood around us, who woke up from the screaming would
be able to see exactly what was going on. Then

(16:17):
they started asking us a million questions. I was so
shell shocked I couldn't really think of what would have
been the right thing to say. Their questions ended up
with them searching my entire car while they left us
on the ground. They found the weed in the empty
bottle of alcohol, which I claimed to be mine immediately
to save my girlfriend from any further trouble, they breathalized me,
and since I was under twenty one and even had

(16:39):
a detectable amount of alcohol in my system, that meant
I was immediately slapped with the DUI and I got
my license revoked barely three months after I got it.
On top of that, I was hit with the drug
charge because of the weed. My girlfriend and I were
both charged with trespassing because for some reason, it's against
the law to be in a park after dark. But
the worst part of all this is because we were

(17:01):
having sex in my car there, we were both charged
with indecent exposure and committing elude act, which we ended
up getting convicted for. That means we are now both
registered sex offenders for the rest of our lives just
because we were having sex with each other in the
back seat of my car, which I swear to God
had such tinted windows that nobody could ever see us,
especially at night. And you might be thinking that a

(17:24):
lot of these charges could have been dropped, But the
Kafa inked me out of my car. I was so
proud of his actions that when he showed up to
the court date, he convinced the judge there was a
mountain of evidence against me proving that I was a
total degenerate. He pointed to the open container violation, the
intoxicated driving even though I wasn't driving, the marijuana, the

(17:44):
indecent exposure, the trespassing, the anonymous tip from the friend
that betrayed us, and the resisting arrest too. So the
judge decided that at eighteen years old, I needed to
go to jail for six months and be on probation
for years. The only silver lining is that my girl
avoided going to jail, and since she wasn't a minor,
I avoided a much more serious charge. However, she was

(18:08):
so traumatized by this event that she dumped me all
while I was in jail. Just goes a show cops
are always looking for an excuse, so be careful out there.