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1. "I got a call and a woman with a shaking voice said "Is-is this the police?". I could tell right away this woman was terrified, I have been a officer long enough to know true fear when I hear it. "Yes ma'am, what is your emergency?", she said "There's someone in-in my ho-house..." then she trails off. She was breathing heavily but was trying to be quite. "Are you located at ____?". "Yes". I dispatched 3 cars to her location at that point. "Do you know who is in the house with you?". Her breathing increased "Th-this is gonna sound crazy but I think there's a ghost in my house. There's a ghost in my house in the other room and I can hear it moving RIGHT NOW!!".

Now the Sargent is now requesting the reason why I called him and two other cars to the scene. We usually send one car to this type of thing. "It's suspicious activity, sir". "WHAT activity?" He asked, which was a fair question. "The caller says there is someone in her house and she believes it is a ghost.". There was silence for about a minute, then he just sighs and said 10-4.

By the time they got there the "ghost" was gone but the lady was a freaked out mess. She kept apologizing for calling them but kept saying it was real. They came back and told me her sincerity freaked them out a bit and they were scared a bit searching the house."

2. "I was called to the home of an older woman who said there was ghosts in her attic. I go in alone, search the house and attic. I shined the flashlight around up there and of course there's nothing.

A week later I was called back to the house again. Same problem, except it was the night shift. Same routine this time but there was a homeless man crouched in the corner of the attic. Apparently he crawled in through the small window on cold nights and stayed up there. So he wasn't a ghost but it freaked me out to find him up there. We dropped the charges because he needed help and not a record. We found a shelter for him and I felt good about it. It's my job to serve and help people and I think everyone was happy in the end."

3. "My uncle was the sheriff of a small town in New Mexico. He is a no bullshit, no emotions man so I believed his story.

There used to be a local reporter named Bob D. who reported on anything that happened in their town. Not much went on there to report about, so the cops all knew him since he would show up at even a whiff of something interesting happening. Bob was a bit of a joker, he loved flicking people behind the ears. Everyone loved Bob and put up with his pranks besides my uncle, but anyway Bob had lung cancer and eventually died. He wanted to be cremated but his wife insisted he be buried, so everyone showed up to his funeral. People were talking about stuff he reported on, wrecks, accidents, crime, etc. and how great he was. My uncle didn't buy it but in a small town when everyone goes to a funeral you don't want to be the one that doesn't.

On night he and my aunt showed up and moms house with his gun drawn. Mom asked him what the hell happened and he had to compose himself first before he told my mom that he and my aunt was sitting on their couch and he kept scratching at his ear, my aunt said "What's the problem?". My uncle then turned around in time to see the bedroom door that was behind the couch open. Bob was in the doorway looking at him, my aunt even turned and saw him. Bob looked at them both, smiled and walked across the livingroom and out the door. My uncle starting looking for this guy with his gun out in the street but he didn't find anything so he and my aunt stayed with my mom for a while.

At work it didn't take long before rumors were floating around about Bob being seen at scenes. That lasted a couple of months, and my even dad saw him in our basement once after he flicked a friends ear. People also reported as time went on that Bob was looking worse and worse. They thought his body was decomposing and his ghost was reflecting this.

We live in the same house now and when my ear itches I get goose bumps and am afraid of what I might see."

4. "I work as a officer in rural Nebraska and we have a lot of areas with abandoned houses, which attracted bad people but one house in particular attracted copper thieves so were told to keep an eye on it. One night I'm driving by around 7pm, this house is on the corner of the lot so I can see all four sides as I drive around on the adjacent roads. Nothing looked unusual so I kept driving, but later as I drove by the back door was wide open. I park and notice there's no footprints in the snow, which was a "What the fuck?" moment, so I called HQ for the sheriff to head my way. The houses had a bad habit of having more than one squatter and if there was no footprints I would have put money down on who ever was in there having been there for a while. I walk to the door and shine my flashlight inside. The house is gutted, debris everywhere but I see no one. I turn around to go wait in the car until I hear a large thud and what sounds like kids playing upstairs. I go inside and yell "Police! Come down stairs!" Nothing happens and I continue to hear kids playing. I call in again and update the approaching cruser about the noises then go back in and search the lower floor first, all the while I'm hearing the same thing. I call again and still get no responses.

I swear it sounds like laughing kids but maybe it's just a animal. If it was kids they would have heard me, it's not like this is house was a mansion or anything. I walk up the steps and it immediately gets quiet. I hear a thump in the bedroom to my left and I look inside, it's empty with a pile of debris in the floor. Sitting on said pile is a page ripped from a coloring book with a police officer on it. The hair on the back of my neck stood up so much it seemed like it hurt my skin. I cleared the other rooms fast, just neough to note there was no one in them, locked the back door and left that house in my dust. I will never go back in that house again."

5. "I used to work dispatch and I recieved calls from a landline a few times with nothing but static on the other end. Finally I get a CID and am able to send a car to check it out. The officers got there and immediately found a dead body. The weird thing was that this person had been dead for 5 months and there was no utilities working in the house, which means there's no way that phone could have been used even if there had been someone here to use it. If I hadn't gotten those calls though who knows how long that person's body would have stayed there."

6. "One night I get a call from a local 35 year old religious whack job who says her neighbor has made a deal with the devil. The neighbor being talked about is around 75. I go in to check the neighbor out and she's a nice old woman, house decorations probably haven't been changed in 50 years, lets me in without even asking why I'm there. She made me coffee and asked how my day was going... at this point I'm wondering what you probably are. What the hell was this call about? Was this a prank? Does the other woman just not like this lady? It became clear soon enough.

I realize shortly that I am not the only person this woman thinks she's talking to, she speaks as if there's multiple people in the room with us but it's just her and me. While she's talking I take down some of the things she's saying. Names, topics, etc. I thank her for the coffee and say I have to get going, she says goodbye and have a nice day. I do some research later about what I wrote down and it turns out she was "talking" to her dead family members. She had a dead daughter, brother, husband and 3 sons. She currently had no friends, family and never left her house. She never talked to anyone and even had her groceries delivered.

For 19 years I visited her occasionally, sometimes with my wife and daughter. Just to give her some company. She even taught me how to cook. Over time she became like family and stabilized, never talking to her family members again. She lived to be 94 and died in the guest bedroom of my house because it was hard to for her to take care of herself at the end. My daughter thought she was her real grandma and she might as well have been."

7. "So my dad was on the force and he gets a call about reported screaming one January. My dad and his partner show up to find a well known individual, long rap sheet and has been in and out of psychiatric care. The works.

He's sitting on the porch with a double sided axe, there is blood everywhere including the grass and it's creating steem. On interviewing this guy he admits that he was playing poker with a friend and he was losing every had. Guy comes to the conclusion his friend is a "haint" -that's hillbilly for ghost, and he was cheating him so he busted his friends head open with the axe. Well my dad tells the guy he needs to get in the back of the cruser because it's haint proof. The guy then thanks them both for helping him out and jumps in the car.

And that is how my dad tricked a axe murderer into the back of his police car."