In the mid nineteen nineties. I was working the second patrol shift six pm to six am. It had been a slow night, which was the norm in this town. I had finished doing my nightly checks, going door to door in town, checking locks and handles and windows and alleyways. The thrift store sat silent and calm, with their antiques and quilts perfectly in place. The barbershop was empty and quiet, with just a candy striped glass lighting the doorway. The gas station was barely lit. It was calm and clear
of activity. Everything in our town was asleep. It was closing in on midnight. It was the last round I would make before taking a break and parking so I could finish filling out my paperwork for the evening. That had been my nightly routine for some time now, and I had no reason to suspect anything would be different. I drove around the town for a moment and then parked by the Masonic lodge in the church. It was a quiet corner, as every corner was at night in
that town. It was just a touch after midnight when I felt the impact. I just knew some drunk a hole had violated the peace of this quiet place. And t bone my beautiful patrol car. My pin in paperwork lay strewn all over the inside of the car. Everything was scattered. I looked up in the rear view mirror, ready to see the carnage, but I couldn't make out the headlights. And that is what I could not comprehend. I unbuckled and looked out the window to make sure
it was safe to exit the vehicle. I didn't see anything. The rear end of my car was knocked four feet from the curb and into the middle of the road. I got out, and I thought about radioing for EMS, but I wanted to assess the driver of the other vehicle first. What I will never forget. The silence was deafening, and there was no other car. There was no driver, no accident, there was nothing. I looked at my patrol car. There was no damage, not a single scratch or dent,
not a dust cloud, no tire marks, absolutely nothing. No wonder. I didn't see it coming. I didn't even know what it was. I walked around my patrol car and stepped back in complete shock. Sure enough, my car had been shifted almost four feet horizontally and several feet forward. I just stood there. I couldn't move, I couldn't radio it in. There was nothing to report. Somehow, some way, something had violently slammed into my car and moved it in a
way that was utterly impossible. It's a night I will not forget, and I have been very forthcoming about it. I have nothing to hide, and in all my years as an officer, this is the strangest and craziest experience I ever had. If anyone asked me about it, I tell them exactly what happened, and I recall every detail
as if it were yesterday. I don't know if it was the town, the intersection, or if my patrol car and I had been bothering something by sitting there, but whatever it was, it sure showed me that night that I didn't need to park there again. And I remembered that it honestly felt like someone had picked up my cruiser and slung it straight into the middle of the street. I'll never be able to explain it. One of my coworkers has his own story, and it's crazier than mine.
Two officers were working one night in town, one younger and the other more seasoned. This would have been around the late nineteen nineties on a weekend. Since there was more than one officer on patrol, both officers were at the police station in the center of town, reviewing the day's calls and completing last minute paperwork. It was just a bit before midnight when a stereotypical hippie looking van
pulled up in front of the station. Both officers could see the van clearly through the front window, and they watched in amazement as a young couple exited, looking as if they had stepped out of a nineteen sixties film. They were dressed in perfect vintage attire, right down to the tie down of peace signs and the fringe and the bell bottoms. The two officers looked at each other
in confusion at the sight of everything. The first officer opened the door for the young couple and welcomed them inside. He and the other officer asked if they were okay, and the couple explained that they were lost and try to find an address in the next town over. These officers said that the couple spoke just as if they were from that time period as well. They thought that maybe they were on their way to a seventies themed event of some sort, and they were taking the rolls
pretty seriously. The officer decided to draw a crude map for the couple to follow so that they could find their way. The couple smiled the whole time and were pleasant as could be, and then they thanked the officers and headed out the door. As they left, the younger officer noticed that they had forgotten the paper with the directions. He quickly snatched it up and grabbed the door before it was even halfway closed behind the couple, and he reached out to hand it to them. But there at
the door, he froze and his jaw dropped. The older officer said that he saw his face literally turn white, his mouth gaped open and awe He rushed over to see what was wrong and saw that the van and the couple had vanished. He looked at his partner and asked where they were. The young officer replied, shakily in a whisper, I think we just saw a ghost. The older officer looked at him, confused. He was unable to understand, what do you mean? Where did they go? He said?
It slowly downed on the older officer that his colleague was right. There was no possible way that the couple could have walked the twenty feet to the van, started it up, and driven off in the two seconds that it took for the young officer to snatch the paper up and hand it out to them. The door hadn't even finished closing behind them by the time he made it there with the directions. Both officers felt a chill run up their spines, and they just stood there, dumbfounded.
They looked all around and even ran up to the area where the van had been parked had just begun to settle on the pavement and the surrounding grass, but there was no evidence of any vehicle having been parked there. Nothing had been disturbed. There were no tire prints, no footprints, not even one lonely drop of condensation from a tailpipe
or anything. Both officers admit that it was the strangest and most unexplainable thing they had ever witnessed, and it is etched into their brains and mine to this day. The younger officer stated, I still wonder to this day if they made it to their destination. I have heard you mentioned that people accuse you of writing all these stories. Yes they do. I would like to. I would like these people to consider that it has taken me days
to write this one. I had to sit down and to think about every little aspect, remember every word in every event, not to mention that when I discussed my own experiences, it takes a toll on me to relive those moments all over again. To have some stranger accuse my story of being made up is discrediting. Is discrediting and disrespectful to me and those of us brave enough
to share what we went through. Now, I share these memories with you because I have been listening to you for some time now, and I trust you more than anyone to tell my true stories, as I've held them inside for far too long. I need more than anything to share them with someone, and I'm thankful that it is you and your community. My wife's cousin now follows you as well, and we love you, Cam and we thank you for allowing us to share these memories with you.
Thank you for taking the time to read them. You help more than you will ever know. I will write more about our little community as soon as I am able, and I'll tell you about a ten foot caped figure that haunts the town and it SLINKs from tree to tree. God bless you. Oh, thank you to the writer for that. Yes, that's true. I've been accused that I write all these stories, and I've written a couple, but not good grief. I've done thousands of stories on here, and you're right, writing
takes a long time. I mean, there's no way. I don't think there's any way one person could write enough to keep enough content going at least as much as I do. It would be more than a full time job to write all these but these ghost stories that he just described or oh, it's like a Halloween story and we're getting close to Halloween. Today is October eleven. So I appreciate the writer for sending this. It was wonderful. It was titled police Officer ghost Stories, and it was
just perfect, perfect for this channel, and it's old. I've had it for a long time and I'm just now getting to it, so thank you very much for sending it in Then, from Joe will Das