Police deal with some truly horrible circumstances. They deal with the darkest human incidents each and every day. The stories within deal with everything from the macabre to the downright crazy. Please note that some stories are quite disturbing and might be too much for some readers.

That Will Stay With Them For A While
That Will Stay With Them For A While

"Former cop. Was a rookie deputy and got this call that a man got his foot caught in a garden tiller and was bleeding profusely. It was a 20-minute drive running code, so I had time to plan out my actions. I figured the ambulance would be about 10 minutes behind me, so I was going to tourniquet above the knee and I assumed he’d be unconscious and/or needing CPR. I get there and it’s a massive farm building with two guys just standing there smoking. I grabbed my medic bag (not a medic but it had tourniquet, c collars, gauze etc.) and run towards them to ask where the patient was. They were white as a ghost just smoking while pointing behind them.

I went inside and behind a big John Deere tractor was a huge power take-off driven tiller about seven feet wide and three feet tall. There was my victim, with his back against the tractor tire, his left leg was sucked in the tiller and wrapped twice around it with the sole of the shoe next to his face and toe pointing towards the left. His femur shot out underneath the tiller and was beautifully white with no blood. He looked up at me and said 'can you help me?' Now keep in mind, I’m 21, thought this was a garden tiller and assumed I’d be able to do something, but I was completely out of my element. Two ambulances, the rural fire department extrication team, a welding company to cut the machine apart on scene, a helicopter, and a surgeon were all on scene to cut him free.

It was humbling. A split-second around farm equipment and a buddy pulling the wrong lever while the victim wasn’t making smart decisions resulted in an amputation clear up to the hip when it was said and done. Also, the first time I saw a black man turn pale/green. The fire department was of course volunteer and this poor kid couldn’t stop looking at it. He’d turn his head, look at that femur protruding out, turn different shades of color, look away and gag, then repeat. Clearly the most messed up thing he had seen at the time."

Doggo Doing His Job
Doggo Doing His Job

"A friend of mine is a cop in the UK and his story is more confusing as he saw it unfold, but missed how it all started. It was his first week out on patrol, and he was assigned to an experienced partner. They respond to a burglary in progress and are told that a nearby dog unit was on the scene already. When they arrive at the property they hear a commotion outside that's clearly between an officer and a suspect, and they open the garden gate to assist the dog unit.

What they then witness is a suspect face down on the grass, an officer stamping on the suspect's back whilst holding his arm up near her hip and shouting 'stop resisting!' and the police dog absolutely going to town on this guy's buttocks with his teeth. The suspect is, unsurprisingly, struggling and resisting and then ends up kicking the dog. The dog then latches onto the guy's leg, starts ferociously tugging, PULLS IT OFF and then runs towards the new cops on the scene with it.

It turns out that was a fake leg (which no-one except the suspect knew at the time), and my buddy the cop said he just froze whilst trying to figure out how on earth he calls this in and whether he should retrieve the man's leg from the police dog."

What A Way To Go
What A Way To Go

"EMT but I got to jump in on this one.

We responded to a call at a Motel 6 near Washington DC. We get to the room and there’s a skinny guy in tighty whiteys at the door screaming incoherently. We go inside the room and see what he’s pointing at...a dude about 300 pounds, in his birthday suit, covered in baby oil, that was completely unresponsive on a tarp.

We try to get him on the stretcher, but he keeps sliding off. We use the sheets and even curtains to try to get the oil off him, to no avail. We eventually have to call the fire department to help us get him up, and even when we get him on the stretcher, he slides right off. Eventually, we get him strapped in, and take him to the hospital.

He passed away without ever regaining consciousness. Apparently, what happened was this married father of three flew to DC to meet his internet boyfriend. One of their kinks was the dude taking ambien and letting the other guy go to town on him. Doctors suspect that the ambien caused his epiglottis to relax, and baby oil got into his lungs, where it blocked his alveola.

I’m still curious how notifying the family went on that one."

Brokeback Mountain Takes A Dark Turn
Brokeback Mountain Takes A Dark Turn

"This one happened to my friend, first day on the job.

He's driving with his partner. Normally we don't have partners but for the first six months when you start you are paired up. Also, we have community volunteers which are like unarmed but trained individuals who assist the peace officer. So three people total.

He's driving down a highway when he sees a man on the side of the road near an entrance to an access road for a cottage. The man is in his birthday suit and covered in blood and pointing down the access road, trying to get their attention.

Turn on lights and go down the road. The man is signalling them and when they pull over he just leaps into a woods and starts running alongside the road. They follow.

They get to a cottage and the door is open. They turn to look at the undressed man, and he's gone. Vanished into the woods. There is also blood all over the door and deck.

Supervisor gets out, goes into the trunk, gets a weapon and gives it to the unarmed auxillary saying something like, 'Cover out back and try not to shoot us, we are going in.'

He and my friend draw their sidearms and go.

When they get inside, there is blood everywhere. Like from a movie, all over the walls, furniture, just everywhere. Enter the living room there is a man on the couch with a couple knife wounds to his stomach but is alert and seems actually not that bad, but he's holding a snarling dog on a leash.

'If you let that dog go, it's dead' says the supervisor. Guy ties leash to side of couch. Puts his hands up, but won't say a word. Is there anyone here? What happened, are you ok? Nothing he's not answering.

They place him under arrest and auxillary takes him to the car.

They continue searching upstairs. Clearing rooms out until they get to one of the bedrooms. They look in and there is a guy under some covers but still obviously awake. 'Show me your hands.' They guy hears them, throws the blanket off to reveal he is also undressed, stabbed, and basically about to die from blood loss.

Paramedics come, house is fully cleared out. As it turns out, the three guys (including forest man) were all dealers just having a get-together. They started doing molly and after getting really high it turned into a bit of a romp. In a moment of lucidity, one of the dealers realized he wasn't down with that and grabbed a knife, which escalated into a knife fight, hence all the blood.

That was day 1."

Not What Their Parents Meant By
Not What Their Parents Meant By "Watch The Kids"

"I found three kids one day running next to a busy highway. The oldest was 5 years old. We finally got them identified and figured out they lived about a mile away.

We got there.

They were in the care of their adult (20-year-old) sister while their parents were on vacation for two weeks.

The sister decided she’d rather pop pills and smoke weed than deal with the kids, so she locked them in their bedroom for about 10 days, occasionally sliding food and water around the door.

There were urine stains on the baseboards in the bedroom from where the kids had decided their 'bathroom' should be. Finally, the 5-year-old had enough and figured out how to unlock the bedroom window and make a break for it."

I'm Kind Of Impressed
I'm Kind Of Impressed

"Show up to a 'trouble unknown' call. Teenage looking girl walks out the front door as I arrive, and sits on a chair in the front listening to an iPod. This was pretty disarming for me, she was clearly not distressed at all from whatever the 'trouble unknown' was.

I didn't even disturb her as I knocked on the front door. I can see an adult male through the side glass by the door, he has a look of absolute terror. As he reaches the door, a crazed looking woman attacks him from behind, biting his shoulder like a zombie. I would later learn this is his wife.

My. God. Dispatch, give me the channel and get me more officers here now. I open the door and the fight is on. Pull this woman off and wrestle her to the ground, face down. She's very small framed, probably 5 feet and 100lbs max. I'm a foot taller and 80lbs heavier. She's screaming and flailing. I grab hold of her right arm, attempting to put it behind her back for handcuffing, but she is supernaturally strong for some reason. I've got both hands on her right wrist now trying to control her and she's not giving at all.

I try pain compliance, muscle gouges, anything to give me an advantage. No response, still fighting. It felt like this was going on for a long time but in reality it was a few minutes. Finally, backup arrives, and he immediately goes to grab her left arm, seeing what I'm trying to accomplish. I'm finally able to get a handcuff on her wrist and pin it to her back, and my partner cuffs the other wrist, but she slips out (small frame, small hands/wrist). This happened a few times in a row, and finally out of frustration I yelled 'just clamp the effing cuff all the way down, we'll adjust it when she's under control!'

Finally, get her cuffed, but she's still flailing and screaming. Other officers arrive at this point as well as paramedics. They're unable to assess her at all really. The husband tells us they bought some cheep weed from a sketchy dude in town and after smoking it she flipped out. I assume it was laced with something, he said he smoked too but didn't have a reaction, so who knows.

We had to drive this lady up to the hospital in a patrol car. She calmed down a little but the entire ride she was rambling about nonsense. The hospital was prepared and had several large nurses waiting, and we got her strapped down to a bed, I told the staff about the weed and said "good luck!" When my adrenaline was gone, my forearms were so sore, they felt like rocks from fighting with this tiny woman. Moral of the story, don't smoke stuff you bought from the town crack head."

The Poor Firefighter
The Poor Firefighter

"This is my uncle’s story - not a cop but the call was sent to the fire department instead due to the strangeness.

The truck was sent on a call for an 'unknown disturbance,' which basically means anything in the world. They get sent an address and that’s pretty much it. Truck drives down the street looking for this address, and they get to the end and all they can see is an abandoned lot with nothing but bushes. Even though they can’t see anyone they have to get out and investigate so my uncle and a couple of the guys get out of the truck and start walking around with the usual, 'fire department, call out!'

They didn’t hear anything for a while and were about to pack it in as another pointless prank call when my uncle walked past a bush and heard rustling. He looks over and sees a man standing kind of awkwardly behind a bush, 'Hey mister fireman,' 'Did you call 911?' 'Umm yes sir...'

My uncle steps a bit closer and realizes the man is unclothed and standing at a strange angle. He motions to another firefighter that he found the caller and goes behind the bush to begin assessing (he is a firefighter/paramedic). That’s when he realizes that the man has, what he refers to, 'a bunny tail' on his butt.

Of course, they try to get the man to explain why he had called in distress and what was going on. After a bit of avoidance the man finally admits that he had taken a toilet brush cleaner and shoved the handle up his bum (honestly no idea why anyone would think this is a good idea generally). Being the enlightened individual that he is, he chose one with a hook on the end. What my uncle and the other firefighters assumed was that the hook had gotten stuck on something internally because they couldn’t pull it out and it caused the man significant discomfort when they tried.

My uncle left the man with another firefighter (getting his information) and went back to the truck to call for an ambulance. (Of course at this point he always mentions that he walked around the truck to see the rest of the company trying to silently die of laughter out of view of the bushes) When the ambulance arrives my uncle meets them with a grin on his face and tells them to 'brace themselves' before walking them over to the bushes.

They assess the man and conclude that there is no way for them to remove the toilet brush in the field and that they have to admit him to the hospital for surgery. The only problem was that they couldn’t figure out how to get him into the gurney without causing him to move in a way that caused him more pain. They end up throwing a blanket over him and the fire fighters help maneuver him into a sort of downward dog/mountain position with his bum in the air to keep the toilet brush at the right angle.

At that point, my uncle decide that the fire department was done with the call and the paramedics could handle it from there and loaded up the company onto the truck. As they began to drive away he says 'they were loading this guy into the rig as we drove off and the last I saw of him was that blanket falling off and that bunny tail of his sticking straight up in the air!'"

An Unfortunate Swing
An Unfortunate Swing

"I used to be a cop. We got a call from a guy who claimed to be the victim of a robbery and was incapacitated in his home and had only just managed to reach his phone and call us. We arrived to a trailer home that was totally empty except for a man in hardcore fetish gear tied to some sort of adult swing. I mean, there was nothing else in this house except the gimp tied to the adult swing. Nothing, no furniture, not even curtains.

'Okay dude, WHAT THE??'

Gimp: Well you see, officer, I hired two ladies of the night to spank me while I was in the swing, nothing illegal there, no other acts, just some spanking, and they'd leave. Well, the girls arrived, tied me to the swing, then, two burly guys showed up beat the living heck out of me. Then pulled up a Uhaul trailer and stole literally everything that I own before leaving me hanging here with my cell phone because they said they knew nobody would believe my story anyways, but the cops would probably chase them for a murder.

I still don't know if I believe his story, but never found any evidence to suggest that he was lying either. I just didn't find anything at all."

Wait, What
Wait, What

"I was a passerby during a public argument between two strangers. I passed by before the police rolled in.

What I witnessed - a foreigner trying to fight with a Greek vendor. They started throwing each other around. People step in to separate them but they won't let each other go.

One guy loses his pants and underwear. The other guy is trying to swing at his balls. A young girl rushes in with a chair and breaks it against the head of one of the randoms who tried to separate them.

An older grandma throws her shoes at the girl. The guy who got hit by a chair throws the shoes back at the grandma who gets hit square on the face. The younger girl takes her shoe off and smacks his head again, while the grandma runs over pulling the girl's hair.

The guy finally gets a grip on the other guy's manhood while one other guy who is separating them is biting on his head trying to get him to let go.

All the while a woman is screaming from the balcony above them - YOU THIEF, STEALING BALLS FROM CHILDREN!! THIEF. I SAW YOU!! GIVE BACK THE BALLS TO THE CHILDREN."

Well Thats Horrible
Well Thats Horrible

"My dad (a cop) shows up to a roll over on the highway, it is a Uhaul that flipped onto its side. He knows there are fatalities before he even gets there. As he walks around the front of the upturned truck, he sees the feet first and it already had him unsettled (first dead body, it was his second week). As he keeps walking it becomes clear that the truck's side landed just below the guys jaw. So it completely crushed his head with the cargo area. Later that day, he gets a call of a garbage truck that backed up over a homeless man. He didn't go into detail with this one other than what sounds like stepping on a ketchup packet.

Second story, about two months later, he gets a call about a truck driver that has had an accident. He gets on the scene, everything is fine except for a basketball sized hole in the back door of the truck. When they open the doors there is a motorcycle helmet in the back. The head was still in there. At the same time a different local police department calls asking if they have had any odd motorcycle accidents. They had the other body and the bike about 50 miles away. Turned out the truckers lights were out and the motorcycle was going over 150 to hit that hard."

A Trifecta Of Chaos
A Trifecta Of Chaos

"One time we got a call about a minor wreck in a highway corridor. We get there, I’m handling the accident.

A hundred yards down there is a car on flats. And another further down from that. Unrelated to the accident. One of the drivers walked back to us and told us a sketchy guy had been stopping at these cars to offer his help in fixing flats. The theory was that he threw something on the road to flatten the tires so that he could ‘help’ and get money from the drivers.

I’m stuck at the back end of this mess, on the radio trying to get another unit to detain the shady guy.

All of a sudden I look over and there’s a guy in nothing but a hospital gown and an IV hanging out of his arm just toodling along the shoulder. The nearest hospital was several miles away, so I have no idea how he covered that distance with nobody noticing.

So here I am with 1. A car wreck 2. A guy possibly flattening tires on purpose and 3. An escaped hospital patient. All completely unrelated, on a major highway late at night."

That Took A Turn
That Took A Turn

"My favorite so far has got to be the tale of the UFO/ALIENS.

I was a cop on the rez for a while and had my fair share of crazies. One night, I'm out driving around and I get a call from dispatch. There's a UFO out in one of the farmer's fields.

Ok?

So I get to the house and talk with the guy. We know each other, he doesn't seem to be THAT loony. I turn my spotlight onto said field and sure as anything, there's something not quite right there. It's metal and everything.

So I go bee-bopping through the furrows and hoping my fear isn't showing because this. Is. Freaky. It was an autumn night with the wind howling and clouds blowing overhead.

I get closer. I have one hand on my holstered sidearm and the other shining my flashlight. I was rehearsing what I was going to say to our new overlords and then my brain finally clicks as to what on earth it actually was.

A wad of those STUPID MYLAR BALLOONS! All blown up and caught on some weeds. I'm talking like twenty of those things, just chilling and scaring me.

I grab them and walked back out to the farmer. He started laughing and then I did too. I handed them over to him and got back in my squad, still shaking.

The sad part was, he passes away a few years ago, and his family gave me those deflated balloons that he had kept. I have them in my basement now."

Some People Don't Deserve 911
Some People Don't Deserve 911

"A couple of months ago, I got a 'Questionable Activity' call...it’s a catch all for anything suspicious.

The caller stated she believed someone had snuck into her backyard, climbed up onto her second floor deck, and then left an imprint of their junk on her sliding door.

I show up to the call about 5 minutes later, and she’s mad at me because I didn’t schedule an appointment to come over and her kids saw me...she didn’t want her kids to think something bad had happened.

After we get past her anger towards me for showing up, she shows me the glass sliding door in question. In all fairness to the caller there was a sizable smudge and imprint on the glass.

However, the imprint looked nothing like any manhood I’ve ever seen...in fact the imprint looked really similar to the dead bird laying on the deck next to the door.

When I pointed out the dead bird and explained my belief that no sausage had been placed on her door, the caller became incredibly irate and told me she moved to our city because it was supposed to be very safe, but now she was thinking of moving away because crazy people throwing dead birds at her house was more than she could handle.

Realizing I would not be able to rationalize with family jewels bird, I left and wrote my report...

...some people don’t deserve to call 911"

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