July 31, 2025 • 56 mins
The call comes in over the wire, a frantic plea from a guy whose sister has a demon problem… Another night like many nights in towns that forgot what the sun looked like. The road leads next to Wyoming, where a high-pitched shriek leaves even the most seasoned officers rattled to their core. Then comes the Grey Man, seven feet of pure terror, with a head that defies the darkest of nightmares. He hits a sleepy town like a freight train, leaving behind a home invasion, a time-bending kidnapping, and bloody footprints that didn't belong to any… living man. Ride-a-long with the Hosts as we ride the razor's edge of sanity, fueled by the raw, unblinking horror of the night shift. So keep your wits about you, because these nights are long. Citizens of the Milky Way, prepare yourselves for Cops and the Paranormal!
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Speaker 1 (00:03):
Damn it, Graves, What the hell were you thinking? You
exercised a poltergeist in the middle of a chuck e
cheese birthday party.
Speaker 2 (00:10):
Kids gotta learn sometime, Captain.
Speaker 1 (00:12):
That wasn't a demon. It was a teenager in a
mouse suit.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
I thought I smelled aratt.
Speaker 1 (00:18):
According to the report, you performed a full exorcism using
a kazoo, a bottle of dijon, and let me see
here a Star Trek lunch box.
Speaker 2 (00:29):
The kazoo was for focus, the dijon was for bait,
lunchbox was for containment, and it was a Starfleet limited
edition box. By the way, show some damn respect, Graves.
Speaker 1 (00:41):
You're a walking hr violation. You cursed the coffee machine
last week.
Speaker 2 (00:46):
You kept giving me DCAF. That wasn't coffee. That was
an affront to God.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
You have thirty seven active lawsuits against you, three of
them from actual ghosts.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
Tell him to take it up with my lawyer. He
knows how to get a restless spirit to settle out
of court.
Speaker 1 (01:03):
You interrogated a vampire suspect in broad daylight.
Speaker 2 (01:07):
Didn't hear him complain.
Speaker 1 (01:08):
You threw a bolt off cocktail into a portal and
yelled yippie kaye baphamet.
Speaker 2 (01:15):
And yet no more portal, no more bappha met. You're welcome.
Speaker 1 (01:20):
Sorry you didn't a rupt chief, but we just got
a call. There's a haunted bounce house in a Chili's
parking lot.
Speaker 2 (01:26):
It's escalating.
Speaker 1 (01:28):
Thanks, kid, Now get me a coffee and make it decaf,
you bastard.
Speaker 2 (01:34):
I should have gone to great school.
Speaker 1 (01:37):
You're reckless, insubordinate, and you keep parking in the Chief
Medical Examiner's spot. But damn it, Graves, you're the best
we've got.
Speaker 2 (01:47):
I'll get my coat, I'm headed to Chili's. I've got
a house to de bounce.
Speaker 1 (01:53):
You better stay out of trouble, Graves.
Speaker 2 (01:55):
Doubt it. Chief. It's half off appetizers after.
Speaker 1 (01:58):
Nine Citizens of the Milky Way. My name is Dylan.
Speaker 2 (02:27):
Hackworth and I'm Gaged Hurley.
Speaker 1 (02:29):
And you have the right to remain silent as you
listen to the Creep Street podcast. Oh that's right, we're
gonna have you plead in the fifth by the time
this one's done. Folks, Yes, yes, yes, oh my god,
we are breaking the laws of the lay lines. We are.
(02:51):
We're getting a misdemeanor and murder.
Speaker 2 (02:53):
Which wow, I mean, that's pretty light.
Speaker 1 (02:55):
Charge, pretty light, pretty light. Yes, we're getting indicted for
ick tonight. That's right, folks. Today we're talking about cops
and the pair of normal.
Speaker 2 (03:16):
Ooo.
Speaker 1 (03:17):
That's all right. Put your hands in those cuffs and
put it behind your backs, folks, because my source tonight
is Real Police Ghost Stories by Zachary Knowles. I mean,
the title kind of says it all, and this is
definitely an episode where we'll be able to do in
the future do a Cops in the Paranormal two. I mean,
(03:37):
it's just endless. It's endless, and even I recorded for
our five dollars up Patreon, folks, we have already there's
an episode up covering some of these tales that are
just God, they're freaky, and we're gonna buckle right up
because we are gonna kick it off. We have three
stories tonight, three stories to creep you the hell out,
(04:02):
and we're starting off with Christmas Evil. Well, on a
night so cold, the city was locked in an icy grip.
Thick frost painted the ground, and the air hung heavy
with thread of snow. Now, normally a night like that
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means quiet streets. Who wants to be out in that shit? Nobody,
not even the town's trouble makers, want to be out
on a night like this, freezing their buns off. So
when the dispatcher's phone shattered the silence at three am,
the lady working the phones that night she was probably
expecting a false alarm or even a lonely drunk, But
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what she got instead was a sound that would rattle
even the most seasoned of nine to one to one operators.
A man on the other end of the line absolutely
frantic and barely coherent with sheer terror. When she finally
managed to get him to spit it out, one phrase
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cut through the static, chilling her to her bones. My
sister's possessed. She tried to cut my heart out while
I slipped. Now, this poor guy, clearly scared out of
his wits, managed to fight her off, he said, And
then he bolted for the nearest sanctuary, which happened to
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be the bathroom, and he locked himself inside. Picture it.
He's sitting there, probably huddled in the corner, heart pounding
against his ribs, terrify of what's lurking just outside that door.
The dispatcher, to her credit, didn't waste a second. She
immediately got some officers en route to address the situation,
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and she patched them through directly to the frantic collar.
The lead officer on the line wasn't won for games.
He was a no nonsense type of chat the kind
who's seen every flavor of late night delusion and shenanigans,
and he certainly didn't have time for any hoax calls.
He got right down to business, trying to cut through
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the panic and figure out what in the blazes was
actually going on over there. The man frantic told him
there's a demon in my sister's body. I'm sorry, sir,
what the officer pressed, pretty sure he hadn't heard the
man correctly, A demon that has been battling me for days,
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The man reiterated, his voice a strained breath. It got
free from the chains as the man spoke. The officer
on the line didn't just hear the real fear in
the man's voice. He could also hear the chilling and
undeniable proof of what the man was telling him through
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the phone. Clear as a bell came the sound of
something scratching and banging violently at the bathroom door, wild
and animalistic. In the official report, later, the officer admitted
what happened next was enough to rattle him to his
core because he could hear something else as well. He
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overheard another voice, loud and guttural and unholy, rasping sound
that he later described as sounding as if someone was
quote swallowing razor blades. This voice was taunting the caller,
speaking in a language the officer didn't even understand, but
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its sheer malevolence was unmistakable even through the phone. So
think about that real quick. Not only can he hear
this frantic collar, he can actually here through the phone
the other voice, the scratching, the banging, So he knows
that like at least the guy ain't calling, doesn't think
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it's a joke, if it is a hoax of some kind,
if he's getting pranked. I mean, the guy is clearly
in a state of terror, and they can hear directly
what he is calling about. I mean, already they know
they're walking into something that is probably unlike anything they've
ever seen. This sound, this voice that he could hear,
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was so deep and resonant that the officer in his
report says he could actually hear it once again through
the phone. This voice so deep and resonant. It was
actually rattling objects in the caller's bathroom. Whatever words it uttered,
they filled him with a profound sense of dread, a
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primal fear that transcended the barrier of language. He did
not need to know what was being said to know
that it wasn't a sweet nothing's being whispered in his ear.
The officer, now fully aware that this was not just
some late night delusion, he stayed on the line as
he and his fellow officers arrived at the address, and yeah,
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no time for knocking politely on this freezing night. They
went straight to work, preaching the front door with a swift,
decisive move. What they found inside was something that would
haunt their sleep for years to come. Standing right there
blocking the bathroom door was a young woman. She was thin, gaunt,
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even her frame a testament to something deeply wrong. You
just look to at her and you could tell something
was wrong. It was like a rabbit, animal, like something
wearing the costume of a human. Her terrified. My brother
told them that she'd been quote broken free from her chains.
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He had not been exaggerating. This wasn't a metaphor. There
she stood a chilling tableau of agony and terror. A
thick chain, heavy and dark, was still attached to a
bloody handcuff clamped onto one of her wrists. It clanked
with a dreadful finality every time she shifted her weight,
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a sickening addition to the already macab's soundtrack of sounds
that filled the scene. Her body told a story of
pure torment. She was covered in awful, deep scratches, ragged
lines that looked sickeningly self inflicted. One of her eyes
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a testament to unimaginable strain and rage. She had popped
a blood vessel, turning the entire eye an angry, pulsing red.
Her clothes hung in torn, shredded rags, and her skin
was so unnaturally pale that the officers later described her
as looking less like a living human and more like
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a corpse. The bathroom door itself was telling pretty much
the same story. There had obviously been a huge struggle.
It was dented and scratched to hell, as if a
wild animal had attacked it. There were great raw gouges
in the wood where her finger nails or something far
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worse had desperately dug in trying to reach her brother
on the other side. The moment her bloodshot eye landed
on the officers, a horrifying, unearthly scream tore from her throat,
and it was not human. It was the sound of
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something primal, enraged, and it aimed squarely at them. In
a flash of terror, the woman launched herself towards them,
a gaunt, frenzied blur of limbs and fury, attempting to
claw and bite her way through the four burly men
who had just busted through the door. Despite their numbers
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and their sheer physical advantage, these officers had a fight
on their hands. She was an absolute whirlwind of violence,
scratching and biting, ferociously, struggling with an almost impossible strength,
shrieking a guttural, constant wail the entire time. Even these
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four full grown men had to use their full strength
to keep this frail woman restrained. It was less like
subduing a person and more like wrestling a possessed animal.
But eventually, through sheer force of will and a lot
of training, they managed to get her under control. They
got her out of the house and presumably into a transport.
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I can only assume she had to have been sedated
in some form. She doesn't seem like how would you
even get her to the car? I would think she
would have to be sedated somehow. She was taken directly
to a psychiatric court, a place where, according to record,
she reportedly remains to this very day. Once the immediate
threat was neutralized, the officers finally managed to coax the
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brother out of the bathroom. He emerged looking utterly traumatized,
and the sight of him only deepened the horror of
the whole situation. His chest was a raw, bloody mess
of scratches, a grotesque display of where his sister had,
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with terrifying literalism, literally tried to dig his heart right
out of his chest with her bare hands, like it
was a Jackson Pollock of violence, just like he had
said on the phone call. He was not eagerating when
he said, she's trying to tear my heart out. For
many of the officers involved that night, men who'd seen
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the absolute worst of humanity, this incident was a profound
turning point. More than a few of them, according to
whispered accounts, found their own ways to religion, and the
chilling aftermath forever changed by what they witnessed on that
frozen unholy Christmas Eve. So yes, yes, yes, here's my
(14:34):
thing with this, like, clearly, yes, it sounds like a
from what we know from that story, clearly sounds like
a possession, but could have been math I mean by well,
that's the other point is, you know, we've covered a
lot of possession stories, and the other thing we have
to look out for is like, hopefully her brother was
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an innocent person, and didn't you know, just the whole
idea of someone being restrained. Now, if it's to the
that point, you should already be calling that he would
feel the need to Handcuffer tells me it's already at
a place where she needs that help. And so when
I was doing the notes, doing the research, I got
a little I just got a little weary of the
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idea of like someone tying her down because so many
times in the stories we've covered of possessions, when priests
or whomever try to like restrain someone, a lot of
times they can end up dying, you know.
Speaker 2 (15:28):
Right, they can hurt themselves trying to break the restraints
because they will just fight no matter what, whether they
can get out of the restraints.
Speaker 1 (15:36):
Or not exactly, And so just taking this though at
face values, so like that was just I have no
proof of that at all, obviously, but just taking this
at face value, I mean when the police themselves can
actually hear what the dispatcher's hearing and then literally they
see the physical evidence of this guy literally this thing
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tried to carve his heart out, like absolutely horrifying, and
of all nights, like think about that. You've got these
police that are probably already a little bummed, you know
that it's like, God, I wish I could be home.
But then you know, to go into that, it's like
just say you're the one of those cops. Like imagine
opening presents the next morning with your family, just like
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just trying to sit there and act normal after what
you saw the night before, like trying to like yeah,
absolutely like the idea the next morning of trying to
live like.
Speaker 2 (16:32):
Yeah, like everybody even today the birth of Jesus.
Speaker 1 (16:37):
And right, and like I just imagine them doing like
one of those corny like where like the whole family
has the same matching pajamas. He's like and he's and
he just looks like death. There's uniform uniform, right he's
got he's like still clutching his gun.
Speaker 2 (16:55):
Yeah, he's just got the thousand yards stare.
Speaker 1 (16:58):
They're all just dead inside. But folks, woo oo, we're
not gonna lose any momentum here. Let's take it into
story two, and this one is called simply the Scream.
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All right, folks, let's head on out west. Let's get
on our ponies and gallop out west, deep into a
place where the darkness isn't just a lack of light,
but can sometimes feel like an oppressive, all consuming void.
We're talking about rural Wyoming, and I'll tell you it
ain't like other country across this nation. Out there, you
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don't just have a few miles between neighbors, no, sir.
You've got houses off in fifty, sometimes even one hundred
miles away from the nearest flicker of civilization, swallowed whole
by the vast, indifferent plane and the ancient whispering forest,
places where the only company you keep is the wind
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and whatever else might be out there with you. So,
on one particular night, around eleven PM, a police officer
and his partner got the call a house very deep
in that kind of countryside. Well, they were reporting some
suspicious activity. Now, when a call comes from that far
out suspicious activity is a pretty wide open tern. It
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could mean anything from a car stuck in the ditch
to something even far less mundane, a rogue tumbleweed. Sometimes
even the occasional UFO sighting stranger things have happened out there.
Not knowing if it's just a wild goose chase or
something far worse, the two officers pointed their cruiser towards
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the darkness and drove into something they had no idea
was waiting for them. After what must have felt like
an eternity of driving through the inky, dark night, the
officers finally pulled up to the isolated homestead. The family
living there clearly was on edge, and they wasted no
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time telling the officers why they'd called. They'd been hearing
a peculiar scream echoing from the direction of the creek
near the property, a sound that they claimed was anything
but normal. The officers, likely a bit skeptical, but nevertheless
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bound by duty to at least have a look, decided
to wait it out on the porch with the family,
and sure enough, after a tense, silent moment, a sound
cut through the vast emptiness of the wyoming night. It
was a scream, a distant one, a few hundred yards
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away or so, swallowed partially by the darkness. Oh, but
it was there, and it was certainly a scream, and
it was not the kind of scream that you would expect.
It was an incredibly strange sound, one that grated on
your nerves. It sounded like a woman in distress, yes,
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but somehow higher pitched, almost unnaturally. So each whale lasted
a good ten to fifteen seconds, a drawn out, chilling
cry that repeated itself every few minutes, cutting through the
vast silence of the wyoming night.
Speaker 2 (20:40):
Every few minutes too, not even like every few seconds.
This was like going on for a long time and
spread out like what would cause that.
Speaker 1 (20:50):
It almost set like when I hear him describe it
as lasting. You know, it comes every couple few minutes
and it lasts for ten to fifteen seconds, which, when
you think it, that's a long scream. It almost sounds
like a siren. It makes me think of like a siren,
like if a tornado warning come. You know what I
mean it's like because they say it's like an unnaturally
high pitched wailing sound. It almost has like a siren
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sound to me. And I don't mean siren like the
beautiful ladies that lure you to your death in a
body of water, but like a literal siren. Now, these
weren't greenhorn officers fresh out at the academy. Both were
experienced outdoorsmen, men who knew the sounds the wild, who
could identify a coyotes howl from a bobcat's shriek in
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their sleep. And they were obviously sure of one thing.
No animal native to that area, nor anything else they
could possibly conceive of, was making that sound. With a
shared uneasy glance, they instructed the family to stay locked
inside their home. Then, summoning what courage they could to
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dilute the growing sense of dread, they headed out into
the pitch black night towards the source of that unholy sound.
Deep in the wyoming wilderness. They plunged into the night,
heading towards that peculiar, high pitched whale. The thick pine
woods swallowed their meager beams of illumination from their flashlights,
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turning the familiar forest into a disorienting labyrinth of dancing shadows.
Every tree trunk became a lurking figure, every rustle of
leaves a phantom presence. It is the kind of environment
where your own mind starts to play tricks on you,
conjuring disturbing shapes at the corners of your eyes. And
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as the officers pushed deeper, the lead CoP's mind was racing,
trying to logically process the impossible sound. In his estimation,
there were only two possibilities for what they were hearing.
Option A, some kind of an animal sound they had
just never encountered before. Plausible, but he thought frankly highly unlikely,
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given their extensive experience in the wilderness. Or there's option B,
one that's far more un settling, a woman truly in distress,
being murdered perhaps or mutilated in the creek bed. Equally unlikely,
maybe for a rational mind. But in the growing grip
of that chilling scream, it felt more serious than ever,
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and they pushed on the unsettling, high pitched whale echoing
through the pines. They heard it twice more as they
navigated the dark, uneven terrain. But then as they reached
a small muddy stream that snaked its way through the
larger creek bed, the screaming abruptly stopped. Just like that.
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The sudden silence was almost as unnerving as the screams themselves.
Hoping against hope that whoever or whatever was making that
unholy noise was still alive, the officers began to shout
into the darkness. They called out, trying to assure anyone
who could hear them to just come forward, come to
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their voice, that it was okay, that was safe. But
the only response they received was the gentle murmur of
the water and the melancholy sigh of the wind rustling
through the towering pines. They waited. Ten long, silent minutes
ticked by, and nothing, not another sound. Finally resigned, they
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figured it must be an animal, after all, something they
had simply scared away, a perfectly rational conclusion for a
regular night. But just as that perfectly rational, utterly boring
explanation began to settle in, that's what shit hit the
a fan, the stream came again. But this time it
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didn't come from the creek bed ahead, Oh mama. This
time it came from the direction they had just come from,
echoing from the small patch of woods that they'd painstakingly
pushed through only minutes before. Any notion of this being
some scared animal vanished like smoke in the wind, Oh brother.
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They spun around, flashlights frantically, cutting through the darkness, and
they began heading back the way they came, a cold
knot of dread tightening in their stomachs. They were only
about halfway back to the house, their pace quickening when
the stream erupted again. But this time there was no
mistaking its origin. It was now right beside them. By
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that point, any pretense of routine or protocol was completely gone.
The office were operating on pure instinct, a deep seated
sense of trepidation. Now firmly in control, they whipped their
lights around frantically, their beams cutting through the oppressive darkness,
desperate to catch a glimpse of who, or more accurately,
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what was making that chilling sound. But there was nothing.
No eyes shining back from the gloom, no telltale rustling
in the bushes, no fleeting glimpse of something darting away,
just the same impenetrable silence and the darkness that had
surrounded them since they left the house. Then, with a sudden,
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gut wrenching force, the scream came again. This time it
was unmistakably from the direction of the creek. Once more,
as if whatever it was had simply teleported back, and
this time it was more intense than before. It lasted longer,
more drawn out, a piercing shriek that was louder than ever,
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leaving their ears ringing painfully. The lead officer in his
official report would later describe it as sounding almost malignant.
It wasn't just a cry of distress or an animal call,
but a deliberate, hostile warning, as though it actively wanted
them to leave. At that point, logic, bravery and protocol
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took a back seat to pure, unadulterated, primal fear. Baby
two officers, seizoned and stoic as they might be, felt
the hair literally rise on their arms and necks. Whatever
this thing was, that final malignant scream, the one that
seemed to burn a hole through the very air, convinced
them beyond the shadow of doubt they absolutely did not
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want to find out what was making that noise, so
they retreated, not just walking, but practically bolt back to
the house. When they got there, they gave the family
the bare minimum of instructions, call again if you hear
anything else, a phrase that sounded almost laughable given the
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raw terror in their own eyes. Then they were out
of that place as quickly as humanly possible, scrambling into
their patrol car and peeling away from that cursed property.
The lead officer, reflecting on the incident much later, would
consistently bring up one chilling detail, the utter unnatural silence
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of the area. He talked about how incredibly unusual it was,
especially during Wyoming summer in what areas like that, like
the creek, you'd normally expect a constant cacophony of insects
buzzing and frogs making a racket. But during the entire
time the officers were out there searching, enveloped in that
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possible presence, it had been as silent as the grave.
So now this tale makes me think of like Layarona.
It's this sort of banshee like almost specter. Now, we
don't get a follow up, because typically a banshee would
imply that something typically means either the person that hears
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it or either they are going to die or someone
close to them is going to die soon, which obviously
we don't have any follow up to know that. But
to me, this almost sounds like that like a some
sort of a banshee or a definitely a protective spirit,
because if it wanted them, it would have kept chasing them.
So it's definitely something attached to that area, something that
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it's either guarding or it simply can't leave. Because it's
also possible that the scream was like take me with you,
but I can't leave, I mean, honestly for all we know,
So it's obviously something that either chooses not to leave
or cannot leave that creek bed, whatever it is.
Speaker 2 (30:07):
Yeah, and I mean the fact that they heard it
coming from one direction, they go all the way there,
then they hear it coming back from the direction they
came from. They go back, they hear it really close,
and then they hear it back in the original spot
by the creek. Again. There was two of them, and
they both have flashlights and they can't see anything. They
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don't see anything, but they hear the voice. And especially
at that moment when they heard the voice really close,
you'd think if there was something they would have been
able to see the source then absolutely, And they described
the voice as teleporting almost that it just kind of
goes immediately from one direction to another, seemingly impossibly. So
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that's an interesting one. I've never heard of anything like
that before. But I can't imagine what else it might be.
Speaker 1 (31:01):
Right, And my first impression when I was going over
the notes and everything is when it first pops up
behind them when they keep falling it to the creek
bed and then it's behind them. It was It gives
you this feeling like almost like oh shit, it trapped,
like it like it lured them, you know. But seeing
how it plays out, yeah, I think it's something that
didn't want them there, either because it was protecting something
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or something or whatever, or like I said, for all
we know, it may be something that was saying, take
me with you. I want to get out of here,
and then it tries to leave and then it just
teleports right back to you know, the creek bed.
Speaker 2 (31:40):
Could have been a cry of anguish.
Speaker 1 (31:42):
Exactly right that. Absolutely, we don't really know what the
cry implies. We can only I think we can safely
say that for some reason, it's attached to that area
and either will not or cannot leave. Who just had
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live on the episode. Now, without further ado, back to
today's story. Hoo boy, oh boy, I saved you know me?
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Ha ha, you know me, my old damn tricks, saving
the best for last. And that's exactly what we got here.
This one. Who this one really got me. This one.
When I was going over different stories, I was like, oh,
I gotta share this one because this is just this
is too much. Folks, ladies and gentlemen, boys and gals,
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Buckle up, buckle in, tight, strap in, because this next
tale is called the Gray Man. Now, usually when we
talk about paranormal activity, for sure, yeah it's creepy and
occasionally terrifying enough to make your hair stand on in,
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but sometimes, in dire situations, it can actually result in
people being actively physically harmed, even your garden variety poltergeist
who often prefer to do their dirty work by throwing
around crockery ear stacking chairs when nobody's actually home to
witness a spectacle. However, that was most certainly not the
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case in Santa Maria, California, back in the mid eighties.
After a series of unsettling reports detailing strange sightings and
outright disturbing incidents out in the sleepy countryside, folks quickly
learned that whatever was stirring wasn't content with just moving
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a few knickknacks around. Oh no, no, no. Out in
that quiet Santa Maria countryside, the whispers began to circulate.
Folks started reporting the same unsettling site, a tall, shadowy
man lurking just outside their homes, not just once, and
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maybe not even twice, but enough times that it started
to feel like a pattern. And to add a little
more dread to the mix, a couple of those very
homes had recently been broken into. Now is that a coincidence?
I don't know it could be, but we'll find out.
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It doesn't really seem like this gray man is very
much interested in our earthly possessions, shall we say? These
scattered reports simmered for a while, a low, unsettling hum
beneath the surface of everyday life, until one freezing night
when things boiled over. A local homeowner known around town
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for enjoying his liquor a little too much. Well, he
called the police. He was frantic, absolutely terrified, practically screaming
into the phone that there was a seven foot tall,
gray haired man standing right outside his door trying to
get in. Now, given the caller's reputation for always being
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on the sauce, the operator probably took it with a
grain or two assault. Probably just another late night delusion
fueled by too much hooch. But rules are rules, and
the call is a call, so patrol car was dispatched
as his protocol, just a routine check to see if
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the old drunken disorderly is doing okay, and no, baby,
there is a lot that was not okay on this night.
The dispatcher, despite her initial skepticism, stayed on the line
with the agitated collar, trying to glean more information, but
the man's fear was rapidly escalating. He wasn't just claiming
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that the gray man was outside. He was now convinced
that the entity was actively watching him through his window,
its unseen gaze burning holes through the glass. Not only
that the distressed man said that the stranger wanted to
hurt him. A not of concern tightened in the operator's stomach.
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She pressed him further for a description, hoping to get something, anything, concrete,
for the responding officers, But the poor soul was already
gripped with terror. All he could articulate was that the
figure was tall and thin, with a disproportionately large head
and huge black eyes. Not exactly your typical neighborhood wash description,
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not the type of guy who stops by to borrow
a cup of sugar. Thinking fast when realizing this wasn't
just another drunk dial, the operator immediately instructed the frantic
collar to lock himself in a room until the responding
officers could arrive, a classic move for containing a chaotic situation,
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and usually a sensible one. But as the operator was
giving these instructions, a new horrifying element bled through the
phone line. It was a loud, insistent, buzzing noise. It
started subtly, then rapidly grew louder in volume until it
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was piercing, a piercing, unbearable wine. Then the man on
the other end of the line let out a terrified
guttural screen and the line went dead, got off, and
all was silent. The operator didn't waste a second. She
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immediately radioed the officers, who were already en route, the
chill of that scream still echoing in her ears, and
her message was stark. She told the officers to expect
violence on the scene. This wasn't a public intoxication call anymore.
This was something else Entirely so, the patrol car, carrying
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two officers, a male and female, pulled up to the
address a short while later. The house was an old,
two story wooden structure, its whitewashed exterior peeling like sunburned
skin under the harsh California sun. The front yard was
nothing but a dried out patch of forgotten earth, adding
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to the general air of neglect. They scanned the property.
There was no one outside, no shadowy figure lurking in
the brittle bushes, not a single sign that anyone, let
alone a seven foot tall gray man, had been hanging around.
The quiet was almost unsettling, though, as the frantic scream
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they just heard over the radio played back in their
minds as they approached the seemingly silent house, the illusion
of calm was shattered from just inside the door. The
officers could now clearly hear the collar, and he was screaming,
an animalistic sound that would curdle your blood and clench
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your cheeks. They shouted towards the door, identifying themselves as
the police, announcing their entry. They tried to handle, expecting
to simply walk in and deal with the distressed individual,
but the door didn't budge. It was completely jammed, as
if something enormous, something immovable, was pressed against it from
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the other side. In their report, they made a chilling
note the door was not locked. It was being held
shut by something unseen, an immense force, as if there
was someone big on the other side of the door
pressing against it to keep them out, which would imply
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there was probably Every time they shoved a little bit
of give and it would close again. Yet there's no
one they can see standing on the other side of
that door. Then, with an almost sickening familiarity, it started again,
a loud, buzzing noise exactly like the one that had
cut off the phone call earlier. The noise erupted from
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inside the house, and it grew louder, rapidly, escalating into
a deafening roar, a sound that vibrated through the very
foundation of the old home, and with it, the man's
screams escalated too, reaching an ear splitting, desperate crescendo that
was truly horrific to hear. The officers knew with chilling
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certainty that they had to get inside. Whether they were
equipped for what was in that house or not was irrelevant.
Someone's life was clearly in danger, and they needed to
get inside. They both took turns kicking at the door,
throwing their full weight against the aged wood, but to
their astonishment, they were rebounding off of it as if
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it were reinforced steel, even though it was clearly just
a standard, old wooden door. It was as though someone invisible,
some immense pressure was holding it shot still as the
man inside bellowed and wailed. Finally, after a struggle that
must have felt like an eternity, they managed to break
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the door down, and the moment the door gave way,
collapsing inward, the buzzing abruptly halted, and with it, the
man's screams ceased. The silence after such a violent cacophony
was truly unsettling. They stepped inside, their weapons drawn, their eyes,
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immediately falling upon the scene that would forever be seared
into their minds. The man they had heard screaming wasn't there.
What they found instead was blood. It was splashed liberally
on the polished wooden floors, stark against the faded wallpaper,
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and even smeared across the walls. And amidst this crimson
chaos were strange, bloody footprints, unlike anything either officer had
ever seen before. With their guns now firmly aimed, the
two officers moved with agonizing caution, clearing each corner, checking
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every room. The air was thick with the metallic tang
of freshly spilled blood and an unspoken dread. As they
reached the staircase, a new sound cut through the oppressive silence.
Something was moving about upstairs, and then, faint but unmistakable,
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the sound of someone trying to yell a desperate but
muffled cry, as if someone or something was pressing a
hand firmly over someone's mouth. Guns held steady, a cold
dread seeping into their bones, the officers carefully ascended the staircase.
Each creaking step on the old wood intensified the suspense.
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Reaching the upper landing, their flashlights cut through the gloom,
revealing a fresh wave of horror. More bloody footprints larger
than any human's track mixed with a sickening blood trail
that snaked across the floor, evidence that someone had been dragged.
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The trail led directly to a closed door, behind which
the muffled cries were now undeniably clear. Taking a deep breath,
the mail officer cautiously reached for that doorknob. He pushed
the door open to reveal the scene within the homeowner.
The frantic collar was there. He was tied up and gagged,
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a crude blindfold pressed against his eyes, his body soaked
in urine. His eyes, though, were what truly captured the
officer's attention. They were bald in sheer, unadulterated tear, locked
onto something beyond the officer's view. Later, in the officer's
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official report, a document usually devoid of emotion, painted a
chilling picture of the homeowners state. The poor man was
covered in cuts, cuts that were precise and deliberate, as
if etched with a razor. But these weren't random acts
of violence. The cuts surrounded his eyes and meticulously followed
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the lines of his organs and vitals, as though whomever
or whatever had done this wanted to set these apart,
these crucial areas of the body. It was a grotesque
surgical mapping done with unfathomable malice. The man himself, once
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untied and UnGagged, was a shattered wreck, as you might expect,
appeared nearly insane, with fear, babbling incoherently, barely making any sense.
His mind, it seemed, had buckled under the weight of
whatever unspeakable horror he had endured in that room. The
moment they ripped the gag from his mouth and freed
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his bound limbs, the homeowner utterly broke down. He didn't
just cry, he erupted into a racking, uncontrollable sob, Clinging
to the officers, thanking them over and over again for
saving his life. He claimed through his terror stricken gasp
that the gray man wanted to take him away. Later,
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when the investigators poured over the scene, a grim reality
settled in. Despite the man having been in that room,
held captive and subjected to unimaginable horror for at least
four hours. There was no sign of forced entry anywhere
in the house. There was no broken windows, no locks
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had been messed with, Not a single identifiable fingerprint was found,
no trace evidence, no other sign that any one else
had ever been inside that old wooden home other than
the owner himself. The only thing they did find, the
only tangible evidence left behind, were those strange, bloody footprints,
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footprints that were too big to match any known human
and could not be identified by any forensic team. But
the bizarre elements of this case didn't stop with the
lack of evidence or the unsettling footprints. The victim himself,
once he was able to coherently speak through his terror,
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added another perplexing layer to the incident. He insisted he
had called the police five hours before the officers finally
showed up to his doorstep, and that the operator had
at the time informed him that the patrol was indeed
on the way now. The responding officers, for their part,
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reported that it only took them about thirty minutes to
reach the house from their previous destination, and once they
were on the scene, it took them roughly ten minutes
to breach the door and locate the man, So do
the math, because it seems whatever happened, it messed with
time as a side effect. Somehow, between the initial desperate
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call and the discovery of the traumatized homeowner, over four
hours of time vanished, gone, just lost to that dreadful night,
swallowed by whatever unseen force had been at play in
that old house. The grim coda of this chilling tale
arrived a few years later. The man, the poor victim
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of that horror encounter, unable to escape the psychological scars,
would tragically take his own life. He left behind notes
a final desperate testament to his torment, describing how they
quote wouldn't leave him alone. In that same note, a
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final chilling warning was pinned, directed squarely at the very
officers who had rescued him that night, saying, quote, they
were after them too. Yet despite this final act of
despair and warning, he also hauntingly thanked them for rescuing
him that night. And as for those officers, the memory
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of that night and the chilling message left behind has
never faded. They've since reported a persistent unnerving sensation, a
feeling of being watched, a prickling on the back of
their necks, a fleeting shadow in their periphery, they say,
is especially potent on the darkest of nights, when the
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world itself seems to hold its breath and the line
between reality and the inexplicable blurs. Oh baby, baby, baby,
did I tell you? Did I not tell you? I
saved the best for last, because those last few little bits,
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it was already weird enough. Already you had the poor
guy tied up, obviously being tortured, but there being no
sign of entry, of forced entry, but still those footprints,
so somehow it was in there. But then, oh my gosh,
classic creep Street. You throw in that whole ingredient of
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missing time. It almost reminds me. I've never I think
I saw the first movie years ago. I don't know,
I never. They were never my thing, but it almost
reminds me of like hell Raiser or something, almost like
the thing took him to a different time and space
or whatever so it could do its thing. Oh man,
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Like it was already weird enough, but then that ingredient
of the missing time is just you know, and obviously
the ultimate tragedy that the man took his own life
a few years later. But it seems like these police officers,
whatever it is maybe has attached themselves itself to them.
But I also think that maybe having this experience just
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made them more maybe aware. So maybe those things they're
seeing were things that were always there.
Speaker 2 (51:36):
They just you know, weren't sensitive to it.
Speaker 1 (51:39):
Right, and this event made them a you know, sensitive
to that sort of thing. Or maybe it's something that
attached to you know, who knows. But for me, the
biggest thing is the time thing, and this time thing
here it is. It pops up in all these weird
sometimes in hauntings, a lot of times in UFO stories.
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And here's the other thing. They call him a gray man,
and it seems like as though he's human like even
though he's really tall. He's got the gray hair. But
then they talked about big black eyes. It almost makes
me think of like a gray alien in a way,
like maybe something that's trying to look human. This was
by far the story that grabbed my attention, the most.
Speaker 2 (52:22):
One thing that occurred to me. I mean, in that situation,
thirty minutes waiting for the officers might feel like a
long time, but you wouldn't think he would actually have
thought it was five hours. That just seems like he
wouldn't be convinced that it had been that long. But
also did the officers did they not see anything when
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they finally got the door open. Whatever was blocking the
door just wasn't even there, right.
Speaker 1 (52:50):
It was. They got in and all they saw was
the blood, was the footprints and the blood that was
smeared everywhere. But they saw no sign of like a person.
There was nothing, no like furniture that was braced up
against the door. That's the other thing is it's like
if a person lays against a door to keep something
out and you can ram it and like you know,
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it gives a little bit, but it'll go back. That's
almost what it sounded like, as if it was like
a like a person they couldn't see leaning up against
the door trying to keep them out.
Speaker 2 (53:23):
Yeah, which is especially considering they found nobody else except
for the man inside, no forced entry. I mean, how
would this thing have gott no way?
Speaker 1 (53:36):
Right? And consider this, The guy was screaming while they
were trying to get in, so was that buzzing noise,
So it implies that this thing was simultaneously able to
torture that guy and hold the door shut. So it
implies either there's two of these things, or this thing
is capable of essentially. I mean, it's supernatural already, but.
Speaker 2 (53:58):
But it has that kind of a ability to be
able to do multiple things that wants in different locations.
So yeah, that is really.
Speaker 1 (54:06):
Weird, right, absolutely. Well, I'll tell you what, Gage, I
got a list of names who were wanted by the CSPD,
the Creep Street Police Department.
Speaker 2 (54:16):
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the ghoulish Girt Hankum, the renegade, Corey Ramos, the crazed Carlos,
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of the Milky Way. My name is Dylan Hackworth.
Speaker 2 (56:07):
And I'm Gage Hurley.
Speaker 1 (56:09):
Good Night and goodbye
Damn it, Graves, What the hell were you thinking? You
exercised a poltergeist in the middle of a chuck e
cheese birthday party.
Speaker 2 (00:10):
Kids gotta learn sometime, Captain.
Speaker 1 (00:12):
That wasn't a demon. It was a teenager in a
mouse suit.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
I thought I smelled aratt.
Speaker 1 (00:18):
According to the report, you performed a full exorcism using
a kazoo, a bottle of dijon, and let me see
here a Star Trek lunch box.
Speaker 2 (00:29):
The kazoo was for focus, the dijon was for bait,
lunchbox was for containment, and it was a Starfleet limited
edition box. By the way, show some damn respect, Graves.
Speaker 1 (00:41):
You're a walking hr violation. You cursed the coffee machine
last week.
Speaker 2 (00:46):
You kept giving me DCAF. That wasn't coffee. That was
an affront to God.
Speaker 1 (00:51):
You have thirty seven active lawsuits against you, three of
them from actual ghosts.
Speaker 2 (00:57):
Tell him to take it up with my lawyer. He
knows how to get a restless spirit to settle out
of court.
Speaker 1 (01:03):
You interrogated a vampire suspect in broad daylight.
Speaker 2 (01:07):
Didn't hear him complain.
Speaker 1 (01:08):
You threw a bolt off cocktail into a portal and
yelled yippie kaye baphamet.
Speaker 2 (01:15):
And yet no more portal, no more bappha met. You're welcome.
Speaker 1 (01:20):
Sorry you didn't a rupt chief, but we just got
a call. There's a haunted bounce house in a Chili's
parking lot.
Speaker 2 (01:26):
It's escalating.
Speaker 1 (01:28):
Thanks, kid, Now get me a coffee and make it decaf,
you bastard.
Speaker 2 (01:34):
I should have gone to great school.
Speaker 1 (01:37):
You're reckless, insubordinate, and you keep parking in the Chief
Medical Examiner's spot. But damn it, Graves, you're the best
we've got.
Speaker 2 (01:47):
I'll get my coat, I'm headed to Chili's. I've got
a house to de bounce.
Speaker 1 (01:53):
You better stay out of trouble, Graves.
Speaker 2 (01:55):
Doubt it. Chief. It's half off appetizers after.
Speaker 1 (01:58):
Nine Citizens of the Milky Way. My name is Dylan.
Speaker 2 (02:27):
Hackworth and I'm Gaged Hurley.
Speaker 1 (02:29):
And you have the right to remain silent as you
listen to the Creep Street podcast. Oh that's right, we're
gonna have you plead in the fifth by the time
this one's done. Folks, Yes, yes, yes, oh my god,
we are breaking the laws of the lay lines. We are.
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We're getting a misdemeanor and murder.
Speaker 2 (02:53):
Which wow, I mean, that's pretty light.
Speaker 1 (02:55):
Charge, pretty light, pretty light. Yes, we're getting indicted for
ick tonight. That's right, folks. Today we're talking about cops
and the pair of normal.
Speaker 2 (03:16):
Ooo.
Speaker 1 (03:17):
That's all right. Put your hands in those cuffs and
put it behind your backs, folks, because my source tonight
is Real Police Ghost Stories by Zachary Knowles. I mean,
the title kind of says it all, and this is
definitely an episode where we'll be able to do in
the future do a Cops in the Paranormal two. I mean,
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it's just endless. It's endless, and even I recorded for
our five dollars up Patreon, folks, we have already there's
an episode up covering some of these tales that are
just God, they're freaky, and we're gonna buckle right up
because we are gonna kick it off. We have three
stories tonight, three stories to creep you the hell out,
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and we're starting off with Christmas Evil. Well, on a
night so cold, the city was locked in an icy grip.
Thick frost painted the ground, and the air hung heavy
with thread of snow. Now, normally a night like that
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means quiet streets. Who wants to be out in that shit? Nobody,
not even the town's trouble makers, want to be out
on a night like this, freezing their buns off. So
when the dispatcher's phone shattered the silence at three am,
the lady working the phones that night she was probably
expecting a false alarm or even a lonely drunk, But
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what she got instead was a sound that would rattle
even the most seasoned of nine to one to one operators.
A man on the other end of the line absolutely
frantic and barely coherent with sheer terror. When she finally
managed to get him to spit it out, one phrase
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cut through the static, chilling her to her bones. My
sister's possessed. She tried to cut my heart out while
I slipped. Now, this poor guy, clearly scared out of
his wits, managed to fight her off, he said, And
then he bolted for the nearest sanctuary, which happened to
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be the bathroom, and he locked himself inside. Picture it.
He's sitting there, probably huddled in the corner, heart pounding
against his ribs, terrify of what's lurking just outside that door.
The dispatcher, to her credit, didn't waste a second. She
immediately got some officers en route to address the situation,
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and she patched them through directly to the frantic collar.
The lead officer on the line wasn't won for games.
He was a no nonsense type of chat the kind
who's seen every flavor of late night delusion and shenanigans,
and he certainly didn't have time for any hoax calls.
He got right down to business, trying to cut through
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the panic and figure out what in the blazes was
actually going on over there. The man frantic told him
there's a demon in my sister's body. I'm sorry, sir,
what the officer pressed, pretty sure he hadn't heard the
man correctly, A demon that has been battling me for days,
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The man reiterated, his voice a strained breath. It got
free from the chains as the man spoke. The officer
on the line didn't just hear the real fear in
the man's voice. He could also hear the chilling and
undeniable proof of what the man was telling him through
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the phone. Clear as a bell came the sound of
something scratching and banging violently at the bathroom door, wild
and animalistic. In the official report, later, the officer admitted
what happened next was enough to rattle him to his
core because he could hear something else as well. He
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overheard another voice, loud and guttural and unholy, rasping sound
that he later described as sounding as if someone was
quote swallowing razor blades. This voice was taunting the caller,
speaking in a language the officer didn't even understand, but
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its sheer malevolence was unmistakable even through the phone. So
think about that real quick. Not only can he hear
this frantic collar, he can actually here through the phone
the other voice, the scratching, the banging, So he knows
that like at least the guy ain't calling, doesn't think
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it's a joke, if it is a hoax of some kind,
if he's getting pranked. I mean, the guy is clearly
in a state of terror, and they can hear directly
what he is calling about. I mean, already they know
they're walking into something that is probably unlike anything they've
ever seen. This sound, this voice that he could hear,
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was so deep and resonant that the officer in his
report says he could actually hear it once again through
the phone. This voice so deep and resonant. It was
actually rattling objects in the caller's bathroom. Whatever words it uttered,
they filled him with a profound sense of dread, a
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primal fear that transcended the barrier of language. He did
not need to know what was being said to know
that it wasn't a sweet nothing's being whispered in his ear.
The officer, now fully aware that this was not just
some late night delusion, he stayed on the line as
he and his fellow officers arrived at the address, and yeah,
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no time for knocking politely on this freezing night. They
went straight to work, preaching the front door with a swift,
decisive move. What they found inside was something that would
haunt their sleep for years to come. Standing right there
blocking the bathroom door was a young woman. She was thin, gaunt,
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even her frame a testament to something deeply wrong. You
just look to at her and you could tell something
was wrong. It was like a rabbit, animal, like something
wearing the costume of a human. Her terrified. My brother
told them that she'd been quote broken free from her chains.
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He had not been exaggerating. This wasn't a metaphor. There
she stood a chilling tableau of agony and terror. A
thick chain, heavy and dark, was still attached to a
bloody handcuff clamped onto one of her wrists. It clanked
with a dreadful finality every time she shifted her weight,
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a sickening addition to the already macab's soundtrack of sounds
that filled the scene. Her body told a story of
pure torment. She was covered in awful, deep scratches, ragged
lines that looked sickeningly self inflicted. One of her eyes
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a testament to unimaginable strain and rage. She had popped
a blood vessel, turning the entire eye an angry, pulsing red.
Her clothes hung in torn, shredded rags, and her skin
was so unnaturally pale that the officers later described her
as looking less like a living human and more like
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a corpse. The bathroom door itself was telling pretty much
the same story. There had obviously been a huge struggle.
It was dented and scratched to hell, as if a
wild animal had attacked it. There were great raw gouges
in the wood where her finger nails or something far
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worse had desperately dug in trying to reach her brother
on the other side. The moment her bloodshot eye landed
on the officers, a horrifying, unearthly scream tore from her throat,
and it was not human. It was the sound of
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something primal, enraged, and it aimed squarely at them. In
a flash of terror, the woman launched herself towards them,
a gaunt, frenzied blur of limbs and fury, attempting to
claw and bite her way through the four burly men
who had just busted through the door. Despite their numbers
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and their sheer physical advantage, these officers had a fight
on their hands. She was an absolute whirlwind of violence,
scratching and biting, ferociously, struggling with an almost impossible strength,
shrieking a guttural, constant wail the entire time. Even these
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four full grown men had to use their full strength
to keep this frail woman restrained. It was less like
subduing a person and more like wrestling a possessed animal.
But eventually, through sheer force of will and a lot
of training, they managed to get her under control. They
got her out of the house and presumably into a transport.
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I can only assume she had to have been sedated
in some form. She doesn't seem like how would you
even get her to the car? I would think she
would have to be sedated somehow. She was taken directly
to a psychiatric court, a place where, according to record,
she reportedly remains to this very day. Once the immediate
threat was neutralized, the officers finally managed to coax the
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brother out of the bathroom. He emerged looking utterly traumatized,
and the sight of him only deepened the horror of
the whole situation. His chest was a raw, bloody mess
of scratches, a grotesque display of where his sister had,
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with terrifying literalism, literally tried to dig his heart right
out of his chest with her bare hands, like it
was a Jackson Pollock of violence, just like he had
said on the phone call. He was not eagerating when
he said, she's trying to tear my heart out. For
many of the officers involved that night, men who'd seen
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the absolute worst of humanity, this incident was a profound
turning point. More than a few of them, according to
whispered accounts, found their own ways to religion, and the
chilling aftermath forever changed by what they witnessed on that
frozen unholy Christmas Eve. So yes, yes, yes, here's my
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thing with this, like, clearly, yes, it sounds like a
from what we know from that story, clearly sounds like
a possession, but could have been math I mean by well,
that's the other point is, you know, we've covered a
lot of possession stories, and the other thing we have
to look out for is like, hopefully her brother was
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an innocent person, and didn't you know, just the whole
idea of someone being restrained. Now, if it's to the
that point, you should already be calling that he would
feel the need to Handcuffer tells me it's already at
a place where she needs that help. And so when
I was doing the notes, doing the research, I got
a little I just got a little weary of the
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idea of like someone tying her down because so many
times in the stories we've covered of possessions, when priests
or whomever try to like restrain someone, a lot of
times they can end up dying, you know.
Speaker 2 (15:28):
Right, they can hurt themselves trying to break the restraints
because they will just fight no matter what, whether they
can get out of the restraints.
Speaker 1 (15:36):
Or not exactly, And so just taking this though at
face values, so like that was just I have no
proof of that at all, obviously, but just taking this
at face value, I mean when the police themselves can
actually hear what the dispatcher's hearing and then literally they
see the physical evidence of this guy literally this thing
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tried to carve his heart out, like absolutely horrifying, and
of all nights, like think about that. You've got these
police that are probably already a little bummed, you know
that it's like, God, I wish I could be home.
But then you know, to go into that, it's like
just say you're the one of those cops. Like imagine
opening presents the next morning with your family, just like
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just trying to sit there and act normal after what
you saw the night before, like trying to like yeah,
absolutely like the idea the next morning of trying to
live like.
Speaker 2 (16:32):
Yeah, like everybody even today the birth of Jesus.
Speaker 1 (16:37):
And right, and like I just imagine them doing like
one of those corny like where like the whole family
has the same matching pajamas. He's like and he's and
he just looks like death. There's uniform uniform, right he's
got he's like still clutching his gun.
Speaker 2 (16:55):
Yeah, he's just got the thousand yards stare.
Speaker 1 (16:58):
They're all just dead inside. But folks, woo oo, we're
not gonna lose any momentum here. Let's take it into
story two, and this one is called simply the Scream.
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All right, folks, let's head on out west. Let's get
on our ponies and gallop out west, deep into a
place where the darkness isn't just a lack of light,
but can sometimes feel like an oppressive, all consuming void.
We're talking about rural Wyoming, and I'll tell you it
ain't like other country across this nation. Out there, you
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don't just have a few miles between neighbors, no, sir.
You've got houses off in fifty, sometimes even one hundred
miles away from the nearest flicker of civilization, swallowed whole
by the vast, indifferent plane and the ancient whispering forest,
places where the only company you keep is the wind
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and whatever else might be out there with you. So,
on one particular night, around eleven PM, a police officer
and his partner got the call a house very deep
in that kind of countryside. Well, they were reporting some
suspicious activity. Now, when a call comes from that far
out suspicious activity is a pretty wide open tern. It
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could mean anything from a car stuck in the ditch
to something even far less mundane, a rogue tumbleweed. Sometimes
even the occasional UFO sighting stranger things have happened out there.
Not knowing if it's just a wild goose chase or
something far worse, the two officers pointed their cruiser towards
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the darkness and drove into something they had no idea
was waiting for them. After what must have felt like
an eternity of driving through the inky, dark night, the
officers finally pulled up to the isolated homestead. The family
living there clearly was on edge, and they wasted no
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time telling the officers why they'd called. They'd been hearing
a peculiar scream echoing from the direction of the creek
near the property, a sound that they claimed was anything
but normal. The officers, likely a bit skeptical, but nevertheless
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bound by duty to at least have a look, decided
to wait it out on the porch with the family,
and sure enough, after a tense, silent moment, a sound
cut through the vast emptiness of the wyoming night. It
was a scream, a distant one, a few hundred yards
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away or so, swallowed partially by the darkness. Oh, but
it was there, and it was certainly a scream, and
it was not the kind of scream that you would expect.
It was an incredibly strange sound, one that grated on
your nerves. It sounded like a woman in distress, yes,
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but somehow higher pitched, almost unnaturally. So each whale lasted
a good ten to fifteen seconds, a drawn out, chilling
cry that repeated itself every few minutes, cutting through the
vast silence of the wyoming night.
Speaker 2 (20:40):
Every few minutes too, not even like every few seconds.
This was like going on for a long time and
spread out like what would cause that.
Speaker 1 (20:50):
It almost set like when I hear him describe it
as lasting. You know, it comes every couple few minutes
and it lasts for ten to fifteen seconds, which, when
you think it, that's a long scream. It almost sounds
like a siren. It makes me think of like a siren,
like if a tornado warning come. You know what I
mean it's like because they say it's like an unnaturally
high pitched wailing sound. It almost has like a siren
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sound to me. And I don't mean siren like the
beautiful ladies that lure you to your death in a
body of water, but like a literal siren. Now, these
weren't greenhorn officers fresh out at the academy. Both were
experienced outdoorsmen, men who knew the sounds the wild, who
could identify a coyotes howl from a bobcat's shriek in
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their sleep. And they were obviously sure of one thing.
No animal native to that area, nor anything else they
could possibly conceive of, was making that sound. With a
shared uneasy glance, they instructed the family to stay locked
inside their home. Then, summoning what courage they could to
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dilute the growing sense of dread, they headed out into
the pitch black night towards the source of that unholy sound.
Deep in the wyoming wilderness. They plunged into the night,
heading towards that peculiar, high pitched whale. The thick pine
woods swallowed their meager beams of illumination from their flashlights,
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turning the familiar forest into a disorienting labyrinth of dancing shadows.
Every tree trunk became a lurking figure, every rustle of
leaves a phantom presence. It is the kind of environment
where your own mind starts to play tricks on you,
conjuring disturbing shapes at the corners of your eyes. And
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as the officers pushed deeper, the lead CoP's mind was racing,
trying to logically process the impossible sound. In his estimation,
there were only two possibilities for what they were hearing.
Option A, some kind of an animal sound they had
just never encountered before. Plausible, but he thought frankly highly unlikely,
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given their extensive experience in the wilderness. Or there's option B,
one that's far more un settling, a woman truly in distress,
being murdered perhaps or mutilated in the creek bed. Equally unlikely,
maybe for a rational mind. But in the growing grip
of that chilling scream, it felt more serious than ever,
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and they pushed on the unsettling, high pitched whale echoing
through the pines. They heard it twice more as they
navigated the dark, uneven terrain. But then as they reached
a small muddy stream that snaked its way through the
larger creek bed, the screaming abruptly stopped. Just like that.
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The sudden silence was almost as unnerving as the screams themselves.
Hoping against hope that whoever or whatever was making that
unholy noise was still alive, the officers began to shout
into the darkness. They called out, trying to assure anyone
who could hear them to just come forward, come to
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their voice, that it was okay, that was safe. But
the only response they received was the gentle murmur of
the water and the melancholy sigh of the wind rustling
through the towering pines. They waited. Ten long, silent minutes
ticked by, and nothing, not another sound. Finally resigned, they
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figured it must be an animal, after all, something they
had simply scared away, a perfectly rational conclusion for a
regular night. But just as that perfectly rational, utterly boring
explanation began to settle in, that's what shit hit the
a fan, the stream came again. But this time it
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didn't come from the creek bed ahead, Oh mama. This
time it came from the direction they had just come from,
echoing from the small patch of woods that they'd painstakingly
pushed through only minutes before. Any notion of this being
some scared animal vanished like smoke in the wind, Oh brother.
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They spun around, flashlights frantically, cutting through the darkness, and
they began heading back the way they came, a cold
knot of dread tightening in their stomachs. They were only
about halfway back to the house, their pace quickening when
the stream erupted again. But this time there was no
mistaking its origin. It was now right beside them. By
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that point, any pretense of routine or protocol was completely gone.
The office were operating on pure instinct, a deep seated
sense of trepidation. Now firmly in control, they whipped their
lights around frantically, their beams cutting through the oppressive darkness,
desperate to catch a glimpse of who, or more accurately,
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what was making that chilling sound. But there was nothing.
No eyes shining back from the gloom, no telltale rustling
in the bushes, no fleeting glimpse of something darting away,
just the same impenetrable silence and the darkness that had
surrounded them since they left the house. Then, with a sudden,
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gut wrenching force, the scream came again. This time it
was unmistakably from the direction of the creek. Once more,
as if whatever it was had simply teleported back, and
this time it was more intense than before. It lasted longer,
more drawn out, a piercing shriek that was louder than ever,
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leaving their ears ringing painfully. The lead officer in his
official report would later describe it as sounding almost malignant.
It wasn't just a cry of distress or an animal call,
but a deliberate, hostile warning, as though it actively wanted
them to leave. At that point, logic, bravery and protocol
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took a back seat to pure, unadulterated, primal fear. Baby
two officers, seizoned and stoic as they might be, felt
the hair literally rise on their arms and necks. Whatever
this thing was, that final malignant scream, the one that
seemed to burn a hole through the very air, convinced
them beyond the shadow of doubt they absolutely did not
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want to find out what was making that noise, so
they retreated, not just walking, but practically bolt back to
the house. When they got there, they gave the family
the bare minimum of instructions, call again if you hear
anything else, a phrase that sounded almost laughable given the
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raw terror in their own eyes. Then they were out
of that place as quickly as humanly possible, scrambling into
their patrol car and peeling away from that cursed property.
The lead officer, reflecting on the incident much later, would
consistently bring up one chilling detail, the utter unnatural silence
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of the area. He talked about how incredibly unusual it was,
especially during Wyoming summer in what areas like that, like
the creek, you'd normally expect a constant cacophony of insects
buzzing and frogs making a racket. But during the entire
time the officers were out there searching, enveloped in that
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possible presence, it had been as silent as the grave.
So now this tale makes me think of like Layarona.
It's this sort of banshee like almost specter. Now, we
don't get a follow up, because typically a banshee would
imply that something typically means either the person that hears
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it or either they are going to die or someone
close to them is going to die soon, which obviously
we don't have any follow up to know that. But
to me, this almost sounds like that like a some
sort of a banshee or a definitely a protective spirit,
because if it wanted them, it would have kept chasing them.
So it's definitely something attached to that area, something that
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it's either guarding or it simply can't leave. Because it's
also possible that the scream was like take me with you,
but I can't leave, I mean, honestly for all we know,
So it's obviously something that either chooses not to leave
or cannot leave that creek bed, whatever it is.
Speaker 2 (30:07):
Yeah, and I mean the fact that they heard it
coming from one direction, they go all the way there,
then they hear it coming back from the direction they
came from. They go back, they hear it really close,
and then they hear it back in the original spot
by the creek. Again. There was two of them, and
they both have flashlights and they can't see anything. They
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don't see anything, but they hear the voice. And especially
at that moment when they heard the voice really close,
you'd think if there was something they would have been
able to see the source then absolutely, And they described
the voice as teleporting almost that it just kind of
goes immediately from one direction to another, seemingly impossibly. So
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that's an interesting one. I've never heard of anything like
that before. But I can't imagine what else it might be.
Speaker 1 (31:01):
Right, And my first impression when I was going over
the notes and everything is when it first pops up
behind them when they keep falling it to the creek
bed and then it's behind them. It was It gives
you this feeling like almost like oh shit, it trapped,
like it like it lured them, you know. But seeing
how it plays out, yeah, I think it's something that
didn't want them there, either because it was protecting something
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or something or whatever, or like I said, for all
we know, it may be something that was saying, take
me with you. I want to get out of here,
and then it tries to leave and then it just
teleports right back to you know, the creek bed.
Speaker 2 (31:40):
Could have been a cry of anguish.
Speaker 1 (31:42):
Exactly right that. Absolutely, we don't really know what the
cry implies. We can only I think we can safely
say that for some reason, it's attached to that area
and either will not or cannot leave. Who just had
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today's story. Hoo boy, oh boy, I saved you know me?
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Ha ha, you know me, my old damn tricks, saving
the best for last. And that's exactly what we got here.
This one. Who this one really got me. This one.
When I was going over different stories, I was like, oh,
I gotta share this one because this is just this
is too much. Folks, ladies and gentlemen, boys and gals,
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Buckle up, buckle in, tight, strap in, because this next
tale is called the Gray Man. Now, usually when we
talk about paranormal activity, for sure, yeah it's creepy and
occasionally terrifying enough to make your hair stand on in,
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but sometimes, in dire situations, it can actually result in
people being actively physically harmed, even your garden variety poltergeist
who often prefer to do their dirty work by throwing
around crockery ear stacking chairs when nobody's actually home to
witness a spectacle. However, that was most certainly not the
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case in Santa Maria, California, back in the mid eighties.
After a series of unsettling reports detailing strange sightings and
outright disturbing incidents out in the sleepy countryside, folks quickly
learned that whatever was stirring wasn't content with just moving
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a few knickknacks around. Oh no, no, no. Out in
that quiet Santa Maria countryside, the whispers began to circulate.
Folks started reporting the same unsettling site, a tall, shadowy
man lurking just outside their homes, not just once, and
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maybe not even twice, but enough times that it started
to feel like a pattern. And to add a little
more dread to the mix, a couple of those very
homes had recently been broken into. Now is that a coincidence?
I don't know it could be, but we'll find out.
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It doesn't really seem like this gray man is very
much interested in our earthly possessions, shall we say? These
scattered reports simmered for a while, a low, unsettling hum
beneath the surface of everyday life, until one freezing night
when things boiled over. A local homeowner known around town
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for enjoying his liquor a little too much. Well, he
called the police. He was frantic, absolutely terrified, practically screaming
into the phone that there was a seven foot tall,
gray haired man standing right outside his door trying to
get in. Now, given the caller's reputation for always being
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on the sauce, the operator probably took it with a
grain or two assault. Probably just another late night delusion
fueled by too much hooch. But rules are rules, and
the call is a call, so patrol car was dispatched
as his protocol, just a routine check to see if
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the old drunken disorderly is doing okay, and no, baby,
there is a lot that was not okay on this night.
The dispatcher, despite her initial skepticism, stayed on the line
with the agitated collar, trying to glean more information, but
the man's fear was rapidly escalating. He wasn't just claiming
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that the gray man was outside. He was now convinced
that the entity was actively watching him through his window,
its unseen gaze burning holes through the glass. Not only
that the distressed man said that the stranger wanted to
hurt him. A not of concern tightened in the operator's stomach.
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She pressed him further for a description, hoping to get something, anything, concrete,
for the responding officers, But the poor soul was already
gripped with terror. All he could articulate was that the
figure was tall and thin, with a disproportionately large head
and huge black eyes. Not exactly your typical neighborhood wash description,
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not the type of guy who stops by to borrow
a cup of sugar. Thinking fast when realizing this wasn't
just another drunk dial, the operator immediately instructed the frantic
collar to lock himself in a room until the responding
officers could arrive, a classic move for containing a chaotic situation,
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and usually a sensible one. But as the operator was
giving these instructions, a new horrifying element bled through the
phone line. It was a loud, insistent, buzzing noise. It
started subtly, then rapidly grew louder in volume until it
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was piercing, a piercing, unbearable wine. Then the man on
the other end of the line let out a terrified
guttural screen and the line went dead, got off, and
all was silent. The operator didn't waste a second. She
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immediately radioed the officers, who were already en route, the
chill of that scream still echoing in her ears, and
her message was stark. She told the officers to expect
violence on the scene. This wasn't a public intoxication call anymore.
This was something else Entirely so, the patrol car, carrying
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two officers, a male and female, pulled up to the
address a short while later. The house was an old,
two story wooden structure, its whitewashed exterior peeling like sunburned
skin under the harsh California sun. The front yard was
nothing but a dried out patch of forgotten earth, adding
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to the general air of neglect. They scanned the property.
There was no one outside, no shadowy figure lurking in
the brittle bushes, not a single sign that anyone, let
alone a seven foot tall gray man, had been hanging around.
The quiet was almost unsettling, though, as the frantic scream
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they just heard over the radio played back in their
minds as they approached the seemingly silent house, the illusion
of calm was shattered from just inside the door. The
officers could now clearly hear the collar, and he was screaming,
an animalistic sound that would curdle your blood and clench
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your cheeks. They shouted towards the door, identifying themselves as
the police, announcing their entry. They tried to handle, expecting
to simply walk in and deal with the distressed individual,
but the door didn't budge. It was completely jammed, as
if something enormous, something immovable, was pressed against it from
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the other side. In their report, they made a chilling
note the door was not locked. It was being held
shut by something unseen, an immense force, as if there
was someone big on the other side of the door
pressing against it to keep them out, which would imply
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there was probably Every time they shoved a little bit
of give and it would close again. Yet there's no
one they can see standing on the other side of
that door. Then, with an almost sickening familiarity, it started again,
a loud, buzzing noise exactly like the one that had
cut off the phone call earlier. The noise erupted from
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inside the house, and it grew louder, rapidly, escalating into
a deafening roar, a sound that vibrated through the very
foundation of the old home, and with it, the man's
screams escalated too, reaching an ear splitting, desperate crescendo that
was truly horrific to hear. The officers knew with chilling
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certainty that they had to get inside. Whether they were
equipped for what was in that house or not was irrelevant.
Someone's life was clearly in danger, and they needed to
get inside. They both took turns kicking at the door,
throwing their full weight against the aged wood, but to
their astonishment, they were rebounding off of it as if
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it were reinforced steel, even though it was clearly just
a standard, old wooden door. It was as though someone invisible,
some immense pressure was holding it shot still as the
man inside bellowed and wailed. Finally, after a struggle that
must have felt like an eternity, they managed to break
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the door down, and the moment the door gave way,
collapsing inward, the buzzing abruptly halted, and with it, the
man's screams ceased. The silence after such a violent cacophony
was truly unsettling. They stepped inside, their weapons drawn, their eyes,
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immediately falling upon the scene that would forever be seared
into their minds. The man they had heard screaming wasn't there.
What they found instead was blood. It was splashed liberally
on the polished wooden floors, stark against the faded wallpaper,
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and even smeared across the walls. And amidst this crimson
chaos were strange, bloody footprints, unlike anything either officer had
ever seen before. With their guns now firmly aimed, the
two officers moved with agonizing caution, clearing each corner, checking
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every room. The air was thick with the metallic tang
of freshly spilled blood and an unspoken dread. As they
reached the staircase, a new sound cut through the oppressive silence.
Something was moving about upstairs, and then, faint but unmistakable,
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the sound of someone trying to yell a desperate but
muffled cry, as if someone or something was pressing a
hand firmly over someone's mouth. Guns held steady, a cold
dread seeping into their bones, the officers carefully ascended the staircase.
Each creaking step on the old wood intensified the suspense.
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Reaching the upper landing, their flashlights cut through the gloom,
revealing a fresh wave of horror. More bloody footprints larger
than any human's track mixed with a sickening blood trail
that snaked across the floor, evidence that someone had been dragged.
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The trail led directly to a closed door, behind which
the muffled cries were now undeniably clear. Taking a deep breath,
the mail officer cautiously reached for that doorknob. He pushed
the door open to reveal the scene within the homeowner.
The frantic collar was there. He was tied up and gagged,
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a crude blindfold pressed against his eyes, his body soaked
in urine. His eyes, though, were what truly captured the
officer's attention. They were bald in sheer, unadulterated tear, locked
onto something beyond the officer's view. Later, in the officer's
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official report, a document usually devoid of emotion, painted a
chilling picture of the homeowners state. The poor man was
covered in cuts, cuts that were precise and deliberate, as
if etched with a razor. But these weren't random acts
of violence. The cuts surrounded his eyes and meticulously followed
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the lines of his organs and vitals, as though whomever
or whatever had done this wanted to set these apart,
these crucial areas of the body. It was a grotesque
surgical mapping done with unfathomable malice. The man himself, once
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untied and UnGagged, was a shattered wreck, as you might expect,
appeared nearly insane, with fear, babbling incoherently, barely making any sense.
His mind, it seemed, had buckled under the weight of
whatever unspeakable horror he had endured in that room. The
moment they ripped the gag from his mouth and freed
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his bound limbs, the homeowner utterly broke down. He didn't
just cry, he erupted into a racking, uncontrollable sob, Clinging
to the officers, thanking them over and over again for
saving his life. He claimed through his terror stricken gasp
that the gray man wanted to take him away. Later,
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when the investigators poured over the scene, a grim reality
settled in. Despite the man having been in that room,
held captive and subjected to unimaginable horror for at least
four hours. There was no sign of forced entry anywhere
in the house. There was no broken windows, no locks
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had been messed with, Not a single identifiable fingerprint was found,
no trace evidence, no other sign that any one else
had ever been inside that old wooden home other than
the owner himself. The only thing they did find, the
only tangible evidence left behind, were those strange, bloody footprints,
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footprints that were too big to match any known human
and could not be identified by any forensic team. But
the bizarre elements of this case didn't stop with the
lack of evidence or the unsettling footprints. The victim himself,
once he was able to coherently speak through his terror,
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added another perplexing layer to the incident. He insisted he
had called the police five hours before the officers finally
showed up to his doorstep, and that the operator had
at the time informed him that the patrol was indeed
on the way now. The responding officers, for their part,
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reported that it only took them about thirty minutes to
reach the house from their previous destination, and once they
were on the scene, it took them roughly ten minutes
to breach the door and locate the man, So do
the math, because it seems whatever happened, it messed with
time as a side effect. Somehow, between the initial desperate
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call and the discovery of the traumatized homeowner, over four
hours of time vanished, gone, just lost to that dreadful night,
swallowed by whatever unseen force had been at play in
that old house. The grim coda of this chilling tale
arrived a few years later. The man, the poor victim
(48:59):
of that horror encounter, unable to escape the psychological scars,
would tragically take his own life. He left behind notes
a final desperate testament to his torment, describing how they
quote wouldn't leave him alone. In that same note, a
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final chilling warning was pinned, directed squarely at the very
officers who had rescued him that night, saying, quote, they
were after them too. Yet despite this final act of
despair and warning, he also hauntingly thanked them for rescuing
him that night. And as for those officers, the memory
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of that night and the chilling message left behind has
never faded. They've since reported a persistent unnerving sensation, a
feeling of being watched, a prickling on the back of
their necks, a fleeting shadow in their periphery, they say,
is especially potent on the darkest of nights, when the
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world itself seems to hold its breath and the line
between reality and the inexplicable blurs. Oh baby, baby, baby,
did I tell you? Did I not tell you? I
saved the best for last, because those last few little bits,
(50:27):
it was already weird enough. Already you had the poor
guy tied up, obviously being tortured, but there being no
sign of entry, of forced entry, but still those footprints,
so somehow it was in there. But then, oh my gosh,
classic creep Street. You throw in that whole ingredient of
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missing time. It almost reminds me. I've never I think
I saw the first movie years ago. I don't know,
I never. They were never my thing, but it almost
reminds me of like hell Raiser or something, almost like
the thing took him to a different time and space
or whatever so it could do its thing. Oh man,
(51:08):
Like it was already weird enough, but then that ingredient
of the missing time is just you know, and obviously
the ultimate tragedy that the man took his own life
a few years later. But it seems like these police officers,
whatever it is maybe has attached themselves itself to them.
But I also think that maybe having this experience just
(51:30):
made them more maybe aware. So maybe those things they're
seeing were things that were always there.
Speaker 2 (51:36):
They just you know, weren't sensitive to it.
Speaker 1 (51:39):
Right, and this event made them a you know, sensitive
to that sort of thing. Or maybe it's something that
attached to you know, who knows. But for me, the
biggest thing is the time thing, and this time thing
here it is. It pops up in all these weird
sometimes in hauntings, a lot of times in UFO stories.
(51:59):
And here's the other thing. They call him a gray man,
and it seems like as though he's human like even
though he's really tall. He's got the gray hair. But
then they talked about big black eyes. It almost makes
me think of like a gray alien in a way,
like maybe something that's trying to look human. This was
by far the story that grabbed my attention, the most.
Speaker 2 (52:22):
One thing that occurred to me. I mean, in that situation,
thirty minutes waiting for the officers might feel like a
long time, but you wouldn't think he would actually have
thought it was five hours. That just seems like he
wouldn't be convinced that it had been that long. But
also did the officers did they not see anything when
(52:44):
they finally got the door open. Whatever was blocking the
door just wasn't even there, right.
Speaker 1 (52:50):
It was. They got in and all they saw was
the blood, was the footprints and the blood that was
smeared everywhere. But they saw no sign of like a person.
There was nothing, no like furniture that was braced up
against the door. That's the other thing is it's like
if a person lays against a door to keep something
out and you can ram it and like you know,
(53:12):
it gives a little bit, but it'll go back. That's
almost what it sounded like, as if it was like
a like a person they couldn't see leaning up against
the door trying to keep them out.
Speaker 2 (53:23):
Yeah, which is especially considering they found nobody else except
for the man inside, no forced entry. I mean, how
would this thing have gott no way?
Speaker 1 (53:36):
Right? And consider this, The guy was screaming while they
were trying to get in, so was that buzzing noise,
So it implies that this thing was simultaneously able to
torture that guy and hold the door shut. So it
implies either there's two of these things, or this thing
is capable of essentially. I mean, it's supernatural already, but.
Speaker 2 (53:58):
But it has that kind of a ability to be
able to do multiple things that wants in different locations.
So yeah, that is really.
Speaker 1 (54:06):
Weird, right, absolutely. Well, I'll tell you what, Gage, I
got a list of names who were wanted by the CSPD,
the Creep Street Police Department.
Speaker 2 (54:16):
Oh yeah, who's that?
Speaker 1 (54:17):
The list of our top tier Patreon subscribers, of course,
The Dream James Watkins, the Finish Face, Via Lungphus, the Madman,
Marcus Hall, the Tenacius, Teresa Hackworth, the Heartbreak Kid, Chris Hackworth,
Theoso Swave, Sean Richardson, the Notorious Nicholas Barker, the Terrifying
Taylor lash Met, the Count of Cool, Cameron corlis At,
the arch Duke of Attitude, Adam Archer, the Sinister Sam Kiker,
the Nightmare of New Zealand, Noehline Viavili, the Loathsome Johnny Love,
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the Carnivorous Kevin Bogie, the Killer Stud, Karl Stab the
fire Starter, Heather Carter, the conquer Christopher Damian Demris, the
awfully Awesome Annie, the Murderous Maggie Leech, the ser of
Sexy Sam Hackworth, the Evil Elizabeth Riley, Laura and hell Fire,
Hernandez Lopez, the maniacal Laura Maynard, the vicious Karen van
Vier and the arch Nemesis Aaron Bird, the sadistic Sergio Castillo,
the Rapscallion, Ryan Crumb, the Beast, Benjamin Whang, the devilish
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Chris du Sett, the Psycho Sam, the Electric Emily Jong,
the ghoulish Girt Hankum, the renegade, Corey Ramos, the crazed Carlos,
the Antagonist, Andrew Park, the monstrous Mikaela Sure, the witchy Wonder,
JP Weimer, the Freaki Ben Forsyth, the barbaric Andrew Berry,
the mysterious Marcella, the Hillacious Kyle Hoffman, and Pug Borb
the Poulter.
Speaker 2 (55:20):
Guys.
Speaker 1 (55:21):
Mmmmmmmmmm, that's right, folks, that's right. Head on over to
patreon dot com slash creep Street Podcast for all sorts
of goodies. We got a little something for everybody over there.
Please check it out, folks. Once again, we thank you
and we love you, so happy to be able to
make this show for you guys every week. It's a joy.
(55:43):
To do and we love interacting with you guys. Please
send us messages reach out if you have questions or
episode suggestions, or you know, like you're curious about a
certain topic we covered and you're like, oh, but what
happened that? If you just want to talk about it,
let us know reach out, But our d ms are
always open here on Creep Street. All right, folks, citizens
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of the Milky Way. My name is Dylan Hackworth.
Speaker 2 (56:07):
And I'm Gage Hurley.
Speaker 1 (56:09):
Good Night and goodbye
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