Cops Are Describing the Moments When They Said 'Oh Sh*t' On the Job

1. At the Cusp

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Where to begin....... I recall doing a job in 2017. I was working a 10p to 6am night shift in an area in Brisbane, Australia known for high amounts of Domestic Violence. At about 1:30 that morning my partner and I were sent code 2 (lights and sirens) to a DV incident.

Shortly after arriving my partner and I walked up to the address we were sent too and found a male and female with another female. The other female was quite distressed.

She claimed she had been bit over the head with a guitar, bleeding a little and extremely emotional. She immediately told us how her boyfriend in the house next door was going to kill himself because they were breaking up and that we had to get over there right now. She wasn’t in a too bad way, so figured we would just make sure everything was alright next door.

My partner and I went to the front door of the neighbouring house and immediately through the flyscreen, saw pools of blood. Calling it a bloodbath was an accurate description. That’s when I went, OHH FUCK -

The flyscreen was locked and an expensive type, not easily ripped off its hinges like others. I’ve gone to a nearby window, withdrew my baton and smashed a window in. I’ve climbed through the window and, knowing I am going into a DV incident and blood has already been spilled, drawn my gun and commenced clearance of rooms.

My partner who wasn’t quite as abled as I, couldn’t climb through the broken window, so I’ve gone to the front door to let him in. Sadly it was key locked and couldn’t just be simply unlatched and opened, so I did what I had too - kick it in.

After 3 attempts, struggling to keep my balance after slipping on pools of blood, the screen door flies across the front yard and my partner is able to get in. Shortly into this I’ve found a man, face down in his own blood, and I mean dark, congealed blood in the kitchen - thick and dark. He had a fork in his hand, pieces of glass from where the oven had been smashed and just a feast for the senses. No house lighting on, so working in torch lighting, blood everywhere, the smell of liquor and sweat and blood..... I can still put myself there nearly 18 months on.

We couldn’t get the fork out of his hand initially so we threw some handcuffs on to maintain some control. I can still remember reaching down, grabbing his wrist and feeling my hands going into his arms and feeling bone and tendons.

A DV investigation has now launched into saving this guys life. We had only recently received training in the management of trauma wounds and knew I had a compression kit in the car. I’ve called “URGENT” on the radio, a phrase that gets everyone’s attention and requested another car and a shit load of ambulances.

I’ve run out of the scene, still slipping on the floors covered in blood, grabbed the trauma kit fr the car and ran back in. As soon as I was out, I’m back in, ripping into the trauma kit and applying a tourniquet to the guys arm, packing his wounds with gauze and keeping pressure on to keep the bleeding under control.

It could’ve been as short as two minutes, but felt like an eternity for the ambulance to arrive. The sirens could be heard in the background but only gradually got louder and louder.

When the ambo’s turned up, it’s their show now. We help out by clearing space and holding bags of saline while they assess. Unbeknownst to us, he had a stab wound to his chest and the sack around his heart was punctured and filling with blood, slowly stopping his heart from pumping. The Advanced Care Paramedic looked back at us and asked who put this Tourniquet on? I replied and was immediately told that I just saved this mans life. He was not in a good way, but was already of the cusp of death.

Ambos got him out of the scene and it all goes from crazy and manic to routine. My supervisor told me to post a notice of damage for the broken window and door and straight back to the station to do the paperwork. DV to a cop is always a job you just hate going too. Not for the fact it happened but often talking to people older than you on how to be in a relationship with each other and knowing that you’ll most likely be there next week dealing with the same thing.

This went from my partner and I whinging about that, to breaking into a house, fearing we would have to deal with an armed male, to getting covered in blood, saving a life. I am proud of what I did and sadly this is just one story in a cast of others I could say I’ve gone “Ohh Fuck”

/dankelly85/

2. Should I Really Be Doing This?

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Just a couple of months into my job as a street cop, with the barest minimum of training (thanks, Chicago), I found myself in a situation that would define my career and life. The experience was as unfiltered and raw as it gets, and it happened on foot patrol of all places.

One evening, as my partner and I were patrolling, we heard the distinct sound of gunfire – pop, pop, pop. We exchanged a look of concern and uncertainty, trying to gauge the distance from where the shots were fired.

After a brief moment of hesitation, we decided to head south, towards the sound.

As we moved a block down, we were met with three massive guys. This wasn't a friendly encounter. For a moment, the five of us just stood there, sizing each other up, when the radio crackled into life.

The dispatcher blared out a report of a shooting, describing a suspect who looked uncannily like one of the three we were facing.

The radio was so loud that the trio could hear it. One of them, the one who matched the description, took off running. My partner stayed behind with the other two, while I gave chase.

I sprinted down the block, around a corner, and then into a dark alley. The suspect turned behind a garage, and I instinctively drew my pistol. As I made the turn, there he was, barely 10 feet away, pulling out his own gun from his waistband.

I remember every detail. I screamed at him to "Drop the gun!" while my fingers started pulling the trigger. Then I saw it - a family innocently playing on their porch about 100 feet behind him. I released my trigger mid-pull (without firing), adjusted my aim to the left and was about to pull again when he dropped his gun.

The suspect was on the ground, his hand inches away from his discarded weapon. I was holding my gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and I was at a loss about what to do next.

Caught between dropping the flashlight to cuff him and maintaining the light to keep an eye on his movements, I made a choice. I sat on his back, imploring him not to reach for the gun, while I frantically called for backup.

One detail that still haunts me was the suspect's age. He was 15. In lockup, he told me I had been lucky.

He confessed that he had intended to shoot me and that I had the drop on him. Had I not drawn my weapon as I turned the corner, I would have been staring down the barrel of a gun, held by a 15-year-old kid who had already decided he was going to shoot me.

That encounter was my first real taste of the danger and unpredictability of police work in Chicago. It was my first "OH SHIT, should I really be doing this?" moment, and it made me question the path I had chosen.

Other close calls followed, but that first one, that was the one that really shook me.

/gettinitforsho/

3. The S**t Magnet

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I've had my share of moments in this job that make you question how you got here. They call me the shit magnet on my shift, and with good reason.

There's always some strange, unbelievable situation I somehow manage to get tangled up in, and this one night during the Super Bowl was no different. I was working overtime, a late night shift, the kind where every moment seems to stretch into an eternity.

I was working a late super bowl night for overtime one night. I remembered seeing a vehicle sitting in a car wash stall as I was on the way to a call. I drive back the other direction an hour later and see the same car still sitting there unwashed. There doesn't look like anyone is preparing to clean it either.

It's an area of high drug activity. I pull into the parking lot and move to sneak up on the car to see what might be going on. I see a male in the back seat, and he sees me.

He immediately begins to reach down near the seat and I'm hoping he isn't grabbing for a weapon.

I had to assume the worst. I drew my gun, my adrenaline shooting up as I told him to show me his hands. I was mentally preparing for a confrontation, moving to get a better line of sight, ready for any sudden movements.

After what seemed like an eternity, he brought his hands up, and they were empty.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I told him to step out of the vehicle.He says he needs to pull up his pants first.

IM SORRY WHAT? He wasn't grabbing for a gun. He was trying to get the pocket pussy he was using off his dick and get his pants up while I'm pointing a gun at him. I holster up, and tell him to do the same.

When he got out of the car, my eyes were immediately drawn to the back seat.

There, next to his pocket pussy, was a sizable stash of meth, enough for a single person to get seriously high. And there was also an anal vibrator that I hadn't noticed before.

When I asked him if there was anything else in the car, he revealed that there was also some heroin and a couple of dildos. He began pleading with me to throw away his sex toys before his wife arrived to pick up the car.

Apparently, he'd told her he was going to wash the car midway through the big game, leaving his wife and their guests at home so he could have his own special halftime show.

It was just another day in the life of the shift's resident shit magnet.

/VolsungLoki/

4. Irony at the A&E

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A suicidal girl was dropped off at the hospital.Myself and my colleague were there escorting another prisoner from custody. This girl came and spoke to our prisoner. They'd never before but they were just making idle hospital waiting room chit chat.

The girl vanishes, not bothered, we don't know why she's there, who she is we just assumed she'd gone somewhere else.

After a while our prisoner says "that girl has been in the toilet a long time. Perhaps she's having a big poo?" We laugh and then realise it had been a while. So I start banging the door, no answer. Door locked.

With a sense of dread building up in my chest, I unscrewed the lock. As the door swung open, the sight that greeted us was chilling. She was slumped against the wall, wheezing and barely responsive. My colleague rushed off for help, while I stayed with her.

When a nurse finally arrived, she unzipped the girl's jacket to reveal a ligature made from a sock.

Her face was blue and she was gasping for breath.I manage to cut it off (it was on tight we couldn't get scissors in to cut it) and she's taken through to get checked (now breathing again) my partner goes with her. I'm stood by the door with my prisoner getting air.

Next thing I know a health care assistant is running out to me because this girl is now becoming violent and my partner needs help.

I can't leave my prisoner and I can't leave my partner to get beat up. I chose to go for my partner.

This girl is smashing her head in to a wall kicking, hitting and trying to bite. It took three of us, to get her calm. I barely manage to get the assistance shout out before going in (radio signal is poor to non-existent).

I stood by the door, my prisoner beside me, trying to catch my breath.

The incident was overwhelming and had happened smack in the middle of a packed A&E (or ER for the Yanks). People around us stared, but I was barely aware of their gaze.

Luckily the prisoner sat patiently in the waiting room whilst we dealt with that. They weren't cuffed they could've ran and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

That day was one of the most stressful ones I've experienced. The reality of the situation didn't truly hit me until I was alone in my car, driving home. A girl had nearly died just a few feet away from me.

I wouldn't gave known if it wasn't for the prisoner paying attention to where their new friend went.. The irony wasn't lost on me.

/megatrongriffin92/

5. #TalesFromTheSquadCar

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I think this counts. About 9 years ago we get a call from a payphone: "Theres a dead body in the abandoned building at corner 1st and Main (street names made up for this story)."

An officer responds to the area and cant fond anything that would be considered an abandoned building. The caller hung up without leaving any information. And the payphone that he called from was several miles from that area. So the officer clears out the call having no contact.

The next day we get another phone call from another payphone. "There's a dead body inside the abandoned building at the corner of 1st and Main." Again they hang up without offering any other information. This time I get dispatched the report. I head up to the area of that intersection and start looking around.

Now understand that I live and work in a fairly sizable metropolitan area and this was when the economy was still good. Booming even. Abandoned buildings were hard to come by at that time. I drive through all the shopping plaza is a little industrial complexes within the vicinity of that intersection and I can't come up with anything.

So I start driving a little bit further in each direction. But I remember that there's some new construction that hasn't been finished yet. And I wonder if they think that those are considered abandoned. I get out of my car and walk through a bunch of businesses that are still in the framing stages. But I can't find anything.

As I leave the area I'm now more than a mile from the original call location. As I pull out onto the major roadway I stop for traffic and look in front of me. There it is. A gigantic electrical component factory that has been vacant for probably the last 15 years. It has a 9 foot wall around the entire perimeter and the landscaping is still maintained. So it doesn't stick out like a sore thumb right away. That added to the fact that I'm pretty far away from where the caller said it should be. But then again, it's abandoned. It's definitely abandoned and has been for a very long time. So I call for another unit to back me up and we go check it out.

We use a drainage pipe to climb up and over the 9 foot wall to get inside the perimeter. We start walking the building checking every single door. When I say this place is big I mean it's fucking huge. It's over 100,000 ft.².

It's like an old abandoned Motorola, or Freescale, or Intel type building. It has gigantic coolers on the outside, pipes running all over which way, ductwork running down the sides of the buildings, loading docks, and a basement. Every door we come across is locked and secured. We continue walking around looking for anything out of place. As I get about three quarters of the way around the building I pull on a door and it flings open. I called my backup who comes over to me. We knock, announce, and enter the building.

As we step into a hallway that leads about 100 yards down with doors on either side, the door we just stepped into closes. And it's black. Pitch black. Like can't see my fucking nose on my face black. We start moving through the building, trying to clear each room has the best of the two of us can. But this place is absolutely gigantic and each room is connected to what seems like four other rooms. We stepped into one room and the door closes behind us. It must've been some old clean room or something. It was the weirdest thing because there was no sound.

Nothing. I couldn't hear the traffic outside, or the grumble of electricity or air moving. All the sounds that we heard throughout the rest of the building were gone in this one room. When I spoke to my partner our voices didn't even echo. It must've had some kind of sound canceling insulation or something. But it freaked me the fuck out.

The floor had random 12 inch holes in it, that led down to a basement that was flooded by over 6 feet of water. Wire, ceiling panels, and wire jacketing, were hanging from the ceiling. There was broken glass, broken pieces of metal and brick, holes in the drywall, and abandoned equipment all over. I clearly remember thinking to myself that if there ever a time that I would be attacked by skinless zombie dogs, this would be it.

And the entire time we are trying to find a dead body. As though this shit wasn't freaky enough I'm actively looking for a dead guy. We end up moving through the building clearing it as best we can until we get to what was definitely the industrial part of the building. Gigantic boilers, evaporative coolers, and components that run the building. Oh, and spiders. A shit ton of spiders.

We stepped into a room and find that it is a dead-end. We've reached the end of the building and we don't have any further to go. The room is about 20 x 30', and contains five very large electrical cabinets. They are about 8 feet tall, and each about 4 feet wide, sitting next to each other. And they look exactly how I would design the lab of an evil genius if I had to make a sci-fi movie.

The entire thing was covered in dials, levers, and red and green buttons. But only the panel in the middle was still illuminated. It had one study glowing red light on it. The first and only light I saw in that entire building.

My partner calls out to me "You got anything?" I replied "No. Nothing in here. Looks like this was a gigantic waste of time. Just let me take a look behind these cabinets and will be good to head back to our cars." The panels have about 18 to 24 inches of room on each and between them and the wall and the wall behind them. I walk over to the left side and peek my head around....

And bam, there he is. A fucking dead guy on the ground, pinned between the wall and the cabinet. He's on his back, arms in front of his chest like a T-Rex, and he has some injuries. And I nearly shot him. Not gonna lie. He scared the living shit out of me. Even though I spent the last hour actively looking for him, I still wasn't completely ready for it.

So skip ahead to calling detectives etc... At the time, stripping copper was fairly new, at least to our area. I didn't recognize what the wire jacketing meant, as I hadnt seen it before. These two knuckleheads in breaking into this abandoned factory for God knows how long and systematically stripping every piece of metal out of it. And they made it all the way to the very last room. The only room that still have power running to it.

See, the middle panel, you controlled the fire suppression system for the building. And the owners insurance policy required that it remained on active. When these guys opened up the panels they must've thought they hit the mother load. Each one contained an inch and a half copper cable. Now an inch and a half copper cable is worth quite a bit of money, but it also conducts quite a bit of electricity. They cut through the first one successfully, the leaving the sharp ends exposed inside the cabinet. But when this poor sap started cutting into the second one he got the right of his lifetime. Not only did he electrocute himself, but the current coursing through his arms pulled him into the cabinet stabbing one of the exposed ends of the previous cable into his chest. This kills the copper thief.

/Forensicunit/

6. Close Shave

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Back in the day, when I was a greenhorn police officer in my early twenties, I had a knack for one-man surveillance operations. I guess you could say it was a bit of a hobby, but also a necessity.

The city that was my beat was crippled by a colossal drug problem - a dark underbelly that was as well-known as it was insidious.

One cool, moonlit night, I parked my patrol car several blocks down from one of the city’s most notorious drug dens. It was tucked away around a corner, hidden from the immediate sight of those who were up to no good.

I stepped out of the car and strolled to the nearby sidewalk, positioning myself behind a bush that provided me with an unobstructed view of the activities down the block, while remaining inconspicuous.

I watched as people sauntered up to the dilapidated house, each one disappearing inside for a brief moment before returning to the night.I saw one guy walk up, go in the house for a hot second, then come back out and start walking towards me.

Perfect, I thought - I’ll stop him, see whether he just bought drugs, and work my way up from there. So I stepped back into the shadow of a doorway to wait.

Little did I know that he saw me, or at least he saw the outline of a man backing into the shadows along his path.

But he kept coming, and so as he walks up I stepped out and said the thing I seemed to say to every person I stopped back then: “What’s up, man?” Thankfully I had my flashlight, and I was in a full uniform, but I see his face register a look of pure shock and I hear something clatter to the ground.

So I grab him up and handcuff him real quick, and he’s saying he didn’t know I was an officer, and I look to see what he threw...it was a knife.He thought I was going to try and rob him.

When I saw that, we looked at each other, just stared into each other’s eyes without speaking. Both of us probably thinking the same thing: how bad that could have gone.

It was a scary reminder of how unpredictable and dangerous this job could be, a lesson that would stay with me throughout my career.

With a newfound sense of relief washing over me, I instructed him to turn around, removed the handcuffs, had him pick up his knife, and told him to kick rocks.

And, just like that, we were both left standing there, still reeling from the close shave, grateful for the turn of good fortune.

/AndreiTaganovsGhost/

7. Add Two Commercial Breaks & Throw it on Cops

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I was driving and was on the way to get gas. My partner suddenly screams WHAT KIND OF CAR WAS THAT?! It was a sebring. calm the fuck down. He tells me if I am sure then that was a stolen car.

So I whip the car and we follow it down an alley. We confirm it is indeed stolen and let people know. The trick with stolens is to stay a bit back.

As long as I can see it and it doesn't take off then I can get an extra car or two there and it might give up without running. We get a support car and light up the stolen car and it takes off. CAR CHAAAAAAAASE!

So it makes a few turns and starts to go into a residential area. What we didn't know was the squad that had pulled to back had gotten disabled and we were alone.

Well this car pulls down a residential street and absolutely pins it. I can no longer safely clear intersections so I am going to call it and give up.

Right as I go to radio it in, we have been shut down (no lights or sirens) for a bit now we see the stolen T bone a car at about 105 mph.

See the thing with car chases is when they get too dangerous and you give up, you're the only one that does. The car getting chased will keep driving like that until it reaches it's hiding spot.

When we saw the accident even though it was just shy of 600 meters away, both me and my partner were like OOOOOOO SHIT. We get to it and the car that got hit is perfectly fine.

The guy looks at me and starts yelling WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THAT GUY? I find the stolen car it is is completely unrecognizable. The driver is gone. I start clearing myself a safety envelope out of fear of an ambush and to check if he was ejected. I can see there is a guy in the passenger seat who is not moving. Once I get that out of the way I go over and do a quick trauma assessment on the passenger. He has a pulse but it's weak and he isn't breathing.

I climb in through the broken rear window and correct C spine of the guy who starts breathing and wakes up. He does not speak english but I have a guy who speaks his language. He starts asking if the passenger is ok and I tell him to ask a few medical questions. Then I have a brilliant if not sadistic plan.

I tell the translator to tell him that the driver bailed and the passenger is getting framed for it. As soon as the that leaves the translators mouth the passenger starts yelling in what I can only imagine is FUCK THAT GUY. I get a name, address, and a few other details. Once hose draggers show up for extrication I climb back out and see that I am once again COVERED IN BLOOD (you cannot imagine the amount of money I spend of fucking shirts annually, well you probably can, its like 300 bucks).

I got slashed up pretty good by the glass in the car. I get out and go to the ambulance and grab the supplied I need to get it stopped. They offer to bring me to the hospital as I need stitches but I see what I want. A k9. I go brief him on what I learned which he asks how and I say doesn't matter. So tracking with a dog is not how it looks in the movies.

The handler is not armed and you are the body shield for that guy. If the dog runs, you run. It is exhausting. We start tracking west, towards the address of my driver. We get 3 blocks and are starting to lost hope but we get to this one yard. I see a rain barrel has been tipped over. NO ONE IN THE WORLD WHO OWNS A RAIN BARREL WILL LET THAT HAPPEN. It's like they can sense precious rain water is being wasted.

I start to clear it and boom, there's my driver. He struggles a bit, but we have like 4 people and a dog of war. We get him hooked and I start my walk back to my squad. That's where the oh shit happens. It is time to start thinking about paperwork. What I had not noticed was where the crashed car was. It went into a used car lot and completely destroyed 15 cars. My sarge asks me what I need. I tell him stitches. So he looks at the FNG and tells him to do the paperwork for the accident so I can focus on my report. Poor bastard. I remember looking at the BWC for this and seeing it was 22 minutes. My sarge told me to add two commercial breaks and throw it on COPS.

/Echo6Romeo/

8. Need for Speed: Jurassic Park,

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I had a guy who was trespassed from a liquor store after getting in a small scissor related fight with another patron. No one was hurt and we ultimately opted to just give him a ride to the next town which is what he wanted.

So we get him in the car and drive him over the bridge.

Along the way we are just making small talk and he seems like he's been having a bad day and just wanted to get home to relax. We get to the area he wanted to go and I let him out of the car. I wished him well and he looks me dead in the face and tells me to go fuck myself.

I'm like, well that was weird but ok. He turns back toward where we came from and sprints away to the bridge where he hops the railing.....god dammit.

So I walk over to him and I am talking with him for 45 minutes until a negotiator gets there to take over. Once relieved, I stayed pretty close as the way I saw it, we just drove this guy, literally, to kill himself.

The whole time I was talking to him and the negotiator was talking to him he is taking pills from a bottle. Like an hour later we get him to agree to come back over. He is currently sitting on like 5 inches of concrete on the other side of the rail. Right as he goes to get up, he starts having a full seizure and begins to fall.

I got lucky making a diving grab through the bars and was able to get him around the neck. So there I am, dangling with the full size man over several hundred feet of air until a rope rig gets set up so we can get him over to safety.

Another time, we had a call for a lady with a butcher knife who went to her neighbors house, threatened to kill her, then gave her a hug and left.

We start checking the area to come up short so we get out of the car and start looking around.

Dispatch updates us that more calls are coming in from a gas station about a block and a half away that match the same behavior, minus the hugs. It is currently rush hour and no way we are making it by car so I start sprinting. Once I get to the busy street I had to jump to the hood of a car that about hit me and start toward the gas station.

I get about 50 feet away when it was like a Jurassic Park movie, a huge group of people screaming and running from the station.

Then the lady comes around the corner wildly swinging the knife around and power walking at us.

Well.....fuck. I figure based on the behavior she is having some kind of schizophrenic episode and try a huge gamble to get her to snap to. I yelled as loud and sharp as possible HEY!

I followed it up with a clear and more calm, put the knife down and get on the ground. Thank god we had training on this and it worked. We got her under control and luckily no one was hurt.

/Echo6Romeo/

9. Bonus Episode

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Normally I have a partner, but sometimes I don't. I was just driving down a highway when I get to a red light and this kid comes screaming into the intersection beating on cars, jumping around and running into cross traffic. I hit the siren and the kid dead stops, looks at my car and starts T2000 running towards me.

He gets like 10 feet from me and then just lays down on the ground. I utter a confused "what the fuck" and get out. I ask him what his issue is and start approaching slowly.

Once I get close to him and he isn't responding to me at all, I see a small puff of cotton on his jacket and I think, is he shot? WTF?

So I unzip his coat and he is SOAKED in blood. Two in the chest and one in the arm. I tell dispatch whats going on and even her acknowledging me was in a WTF did you get into now tone.

So I start cutting the kids clothes off and get a few chest seals on him and a tourniquet on the arm. He starts to go under on me so I start CPR, no leaks, just hypovolumic shock.

You guessed it. I drove into a shooting, but being by myself, I could only call out the other guys running away.

This again, is happening in the middle of a highway and now traffic is starting to blast past me, so I have to carry him off the road so we don't die.

Somehow the kid lived. Oddly enough, this exact scenario happened to me two more times. I am what you would call, a shit magnet.

Another one but trust me, I could do this for hours. We get a call for a completely naked woman in some guys yard. We start thinking that its a possible rape so we are making a game plan accordingly. Once we show up, we see how badly she is beaten. She is able to mutter an address and "he's going to kill the kids". OMFG.

So we run. We run to the house and I slam through the door. The POS is playing dead on the bed so we quickly get him hooked and find the room is FILLED with loaded guns. AR, .45, banelli, hunting rifles. LOADED.

All of them within arms reach. We find the kids. They are shaken up but not because of the brutal assault, but because the cops show up. Apparently this was a regular thing at the house.

Screw it, bonus episode. We get this call for a lady trying to kill herself. No reason to really believe it, but someone called, so we gotta go. We get to the house and it all looks pretty quiet.

Then we look through the windows and see all the blood. Blood, everywhere. So we start talking about what we are going to do when all the sudden, the curtain fly open and this lady is standing there screaming, ITS TIME TO DIE!!! While flipping us off and still bleeding. Heavily. Oh shit.... So I grab ye old key to the city and smash the door in. She tries to struggle with me but I don't see a knife and I have easily 70 pounds on her and know what I am doing.

This issue became her struggle started to rip to wounds open which is obviously counter productive to me trying to get her to not die. I had to giver her a shove and quickly discharged a taser into her which worked miraculously (you would be AMAZED at how often it fails). We get her to an ambulance and she screamed, the ENTIRE way there.

/Echo6Romeo/

10. Crime, Corruption, and Devotion

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My dad was a narcotics agent in Puerto Rico, anyone that knows PR, knows there’s a massive drug issue, specially back in 2012; he was absolutely devoted to his job, and I mean that man would pick up as many volunteer hours as he could once he hit overtime.

There had been some prior drug cases that escalated very quickly because my dad would refuse to be a corrupt cop, this cause for him to be sent on time off for a bit while the situation simmered down (I particularly remember the one time he got sent to Dominican Republic by the force for two weeks to keep him in the down low).

During one of these “holiday times” (26th of June, 2012 to be exact), he was doing his usual, which was spending the day with my little sister, my grandmother, aunt and her son.

I remember we were talking over facebook messenger, I was telling him about how I just gotten a promotion at my new job and how my now eldest daughter was doing;

he later ended the conversation with “okay hunny, I’m going to drop off your sister at her mom’s house now, I’ll call you as soon as I get home and you can tell me all about this new promotion. I love you nerd”

Fast forward to about an hour and half later (around 10pm) or so, our house phone rang which was very unusual but I paid no attention to as I knew my mom would be answering the phone;

after about a minute or so all I hear is a very quick scream followed by the sound of my mom literally choking which at that point I just ran to her to see what I needed to do (she suffers from anxiety so the choking sound was normal to me),

I come to find her on the floor with phone by her ear crying her eyes out while she’s covering her mouth. I’ll cut down to the chase here, I literally had to slap her across the face to tell me what was going on as she was refusing to speak and this wasn’t an anxiety attack.

Next thing I hear is “your father’s just been murdered, I’m so sorry baby” and the rest from there is complete blackout; I’ve been told that as soon as I blacked out I ran out the front door to the parking lot and I started screaming and punching the pavement, I don’t remember it, but I did wake up the next morning with bloody knuckles.

It turns out my dad did a bust the previous week or so on one of his days off, he walked into a robbery at his mates pub with what was unregistered guns,

he arrested the man and called on duty officers to pick him up, this guy apparently told him “I don’t know your name, but when I get out I will find you and I will kill you”, the guy made bail.

On that date I stated above him and two of his other gang members followed my dad from my grandmother’s house, to drop off my little sister who was turning 10 years old in two weeks, and then followed him to what was nearly less than a mile from his house, ambushed him and shot him far too many times.

He was severely injured but managed to ring emergency services and get picked up via ambulance, he had enough strength to give a description of the car, number plate and say “my daughter, my granddaughter. My daughter’s, my granddaughter.” Right before taking his final breath.

My dad was 37 years old when he died; he would’ve survived the whole thing if it wasn’t for the one bullet that ruptured his left lung and the heat of the bullet didn’t reach his heart (he had a heart murmur).

/lunagrimm/

11. I Was “Voluntold”

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This whole situation transpired around midnight in August of the previous year. It was somewhere between the wee hours of 1 and 2 in the morning when a 911 call alerted us.

It abruptly ended with no other hint but the aggressively loud screams and swearing audible in the background. I, being the nearest patroller, was dispatched to the given location.

Since my partner had been 'voluntold' for another task for those few days, I was riding solo. As I neared the house, I had the initial thought of waiting for backup, considering the intense nature of the 911 call.

But as I was approaching the house, the cacophony of distressed voices amplified my concerns.

Without wasting a moment, I bolted towards the house and the first sight that welcomed me was an overwhelming splash of blood... everywhere. The floor was smeared in it, the walls were splashed, and the door was streaked in blood up to shoulder height.

A woman, evidently in shock and distress, was screaming uncontrollably and directing me frantically towards the living room. I followed her directions and stepped into the living room.

The sight was increasingly horrifying. A man and a woman were sprawled on the couch, both absolutely drenched in blood. The man had a ghastly laceration on his right forearm.

The woman, in her attempt to stop the blood, had wrapped a belt around his arm in a snake pattern. But observing the way she had applied it, it was clear that it wasn’t doing canything to stem the flow of blood. Without wasting a moment,

I pulled out my tourniquet and warned the man, “This is gonna hurt like hell, but it’ll stop the bleeding”.

I positioned the tourniquet just above the top of his bicep. I knew I had applied it correctly when he started complaining about his hand going numb. That's when I noticed a second deep cut on his tricep, a wound so severe it had reached down to the bone.

EMS took their sweet fifteen minutes to finally arrive at the house.

The paramedic on duty didn't mince words when he made it abundantly clear that had I not intervened with my tourniquet, the male would have bled out long before they could have reached the scene.

Apparently, the man had come home in an inebriated state and had forgotten his keys.

In his drunken stupor, he decided to climb up to a second-story window and punch his way into the house. Sadly, it ended in near-fatal results.

/Pol5085/

12. I Chose a Different Profession

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For those who don’t ever think of first responders as 911 call takers/dispatchers... Former dispatcher here. I’ll never forget the day I had a “999” officer down call. Or the events leading up to it.

The memory of those few days will probably haunt me to the end of my days.

It was about a 3 day ordeal. I actually was the original call taker so I was there from the very beginning.. A family called, clearly concerned for their son's well being. He was off his meds and suicidal.

And we’re not talking about something manageable, we’re talking about to the point of suicide by cop. Also he was threatening his family the entire time.

He was gone on arrival for the units first responding to the scene. At the time, I also volunteered as a handicap citation writer. I finished my dispatch shift, changed uniforms, and checked out a patrol car to go issue citations. That was probably my biggest pet peeve at the time, not a fun part of the job.;

I ended up helping out with traffic control as units searched the woods. No luck. He was in the wind. Next day, no luck in finding him. Third day. It’s now Monday. Local schools are on alert.

We get a sighting. Schools are now on lock-down. SWAT is deployed. We find him in the woods not too long after.

One officer, attempting to do the right thing, gets close enough to use his taser. Problem is, only one prong sticks. That doesn’t do a damn thing, as anyone who has used a taser before probably knows.

He turns around and starts to pop off rounds. As fate would have it, one of them struck the guy that tried to end it peacefully.

The entire SWAT team unloads on him. I hear simultaneous “998, 999” which means officer involved shooting, and officer down, respectively. The events continue to unfold as you’d expect. Bad guy dies. Good guy gets shot.

I coordinate a helicopter to land to assist my officer. As soon as I know he’s on his way to the hospital, I throw my headset down, and yell for someone to take over my channel.

Go downstairs, put a dip in, as well as light a smoke. I’m freaking out. My friend has just been shot by this guy.20 minutes or so later, someone comes downstairs and tells me that he’s fine.

It was a flesh wound. Suddenly, the fear of my friend’s demise in the background, I’m perfectly fine. I go back up and take my channel back.
Not too long after that I chose a different profession.

/derail_green/

13. Foaming at the Mouth

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Like most cops, I have several, but the one that sticks out most is this. It’s about midnight, and I get sent to a burglary in progress call. (It’s more of a trespass) The initial call details were that the caller had stated that a naked male had just entered his house, and had not yet exited.

When I got there I first spoke with the caller, who was outside waiting in his car. He explained to me that he has just bought this house, and was in the process of moving things in.

He said he was in the garage unloading his truck, when a completely naked male walked in, and stared at him for a few seconds. The caller obviously completely dumbfounded by this, just awkwardly waves at him.

The naked man doesn’t acknowledge it, and walks in to his house. This is when he sits in his car parked on the street in front of the house, and calls police. He said he never saw the naked man leave his house. So I got on my radio and relayed this information.

Now like most first responders my first thought with these details is excited delirium. If you’re not familiar with that, think of a bad PCP trip video that I know we’ve all seen somewhere on the internet.

They get overheated and get naked, they develop super strength (no joke) and do not feel pain. So after putting this over the radio, several more officers show up as they were all thinking the same thing, and with excited delirium you can expect a hard and violent fight.

A K9 officer shows up, and brings his dog to the door, and makes several announcements insert city here police with a K9. Make yourself known or you will get bit.

After several call outs, he doesn’t make any noise to let us know he’s in there, nor does he come to the door, so the dog is released to clear the home. We then shortly after hear the dog and it sounds like he’s found him.

We go running in, and sure enough the naked man is just laying in the bed, with the dog latched to his arm. He’s not screaming, yelling, Hell he isn’t even wincing. He’s just punching the dog with his one free hand. The K9 handler gets his dog off and I threw the suspect off the bed on to his stomach on the floor. Other officers are here trying to assist me at getting his hands behind his back, with no success.

The suspect then begins to fight with us. Several officers then begin to utilize physical force. Knees strikes and such, which he does not react to. One officer gave what’s called a (drive stun) with a taser.

What that is, is when you put the taser up against someone and make contact with them, and push the arc button, as opposed to pulling the trigger and shooting the prongs.

The suspect yelled as if it hurt, but did not react physically like it hurt. He was still resisting, and trying to hit and kick officers. While in the middle of this struggle, I make eye contact with him. He’s foaming at the mouth, and he says to me “I’m just trying to save Jerusalem” these were the only words he said throughout the entire fight.

The real oh shit moment was his eyes. It was like he was looking through me, and not at me. It was like there was nothing behind them. It was creepy.

To put in to perspective how strong this guy was, he had something in his hand which was formed in to a fist, and we couldn’t tell what it was. I took the tip of my baton, and placed it on the side of his hand in the gap between his finger and thumb. (I don’t know how else to explain it. Make a fist real quick and you’ll see what I mean). I then hit the other end of my baton with my knee, eventually making enough force to open his hand.

What was in his hand? A bifold leather wallet. Well what used to be. The wallet was like little pieces of paper after the paper gets wet. He was so strong and sweaty, that his leather wallet practically turned in to pieces of wet paper. We were eventually able to get him in to custody and safely transported to the hospital where he was treated for the drug use and dog bite. I work in a very busy and very violent city.

To put it in to perspective, 2 months on the job I responded to a homicide. Male shot 11 times. The next month, a 14 year old shot in the face and killed. I’ve been a cop for almost three years, and have been on countless shootings and stabbings, and have been in far more violent and dangerous encounters than this, but the look he gave me, while foaming at the mouth, will always be one of the creepiest and biggest oh shit moments.

/DibsWinning/

14. The Last Stand

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I work for a federal law enforcement agency and work with computers. I was asked to help with a child pornography search warrant, helping seize and collect digital evidence.

The search warrant was in an apartment complex and the subject was not supposed to be there. He was a large man, over six foot four and over 350 pounds. Supposedly, he was out of town traveling.

We had contacted the apartment management to get a key so we wouldn’t need to break down the door down. Everything was pretty low key yet we still had bullet proof vests on and such.

The apartment manager said it was odd that the subject had told her that he would be out of town but requested that no one go in his apartment. Weird.

The mood was very casual and when we got to the apartment, I stood next to my coworker as she knocked. There was no answer. We knocked again - just to make sure. My coworker inserted the key and opened the door, which stopped due to the chain. This was my first oh shit moment. He wasn’t supposed to be home.

The subject’s name was Mr. Anderson and I immediate stuck my hand in the door trying to undo the chain. “Mr. Anderson,” I shouted. “This is [the police]! We have a search warrant!”

I couldn’t the chain off but I kept calling out to him. “Mr. Anderson! Open the door! This is [the police]!” Shit, I thought. I’m Agent Smith from The Matrix.

The team was obviously uncomfortable just standing around. We hadn’t heard anything and too much time was passing. I said something like “fuck this” stepped back and kicked the door. It flew open and we all rushed in, guns raised. The one bedroom apartment was a hoarders fantasy. There were towers of clothes and boxes everywhere.

Furniture was on its side for whatever reason. It was as if the subject had turned the small one bedroom apartment into a maze. I felt like I was entering Hannibal Lectuer’s (sp) summer apartment. The smell of unwashed 6’4” 350 lbs+ man was heavy in the air.

And then it was over. He wasn’t there after all. I guess he must have put on the chain on the door as an attempt to keep management out. The team was shouting CLEAR and I took what seemed like my first breath.

I was standing in his bedroom, next to his empty bed when I looked down and noticed the loaded gun. The pistol was huge, a beautiful thing, and then I had my second oh shit moment.

Was that there Incase the po po dropped by? Next to this huge hand gun was a rifle. And then another and then another. As I walked back through the apartment and the maze, I found more and more rifles and guns. These were choke points. Positions of cover he could retreat back to, I suppose while firing on whoever was coming into his apartment.

When I got back to the door, I had my third oh shit moment. It was a corridor leading to the door. Inside the apartment, behind the turned over desk, there were rifles and ammunition. As I stepped into this homemade bunker, I could see the broken door that we had been knocking on just minutes earlier.

In my mind, I could see the door partially closed and my hand fumbling for the chain. The rifles’ rounds wouldn’t have been slowed down by the door. They would have cut me and my team down. Our body armor wouldn’t have saved us. But he wasn’t home.

It somehow got worse. We found Polaroids of kids. Terrible stuff. But it turned out that he was taking pictures of pictures from his computers, trying to make it more real. There were printouts from his work. Customers who he found attractive and taken their personal information home. Why? For what? No idea. And THAT was my oh shit moment.

/winchesterbongo/

15. I’m French, OK?

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Started off a night shift at the factory with a mouthy lady partner who tells me all about that one guy who is a janitor for the same factory that has relationship problems...

Now there's her, an older woman agent and myself at the guard's house when another janitor arrives and warns us that there are people shouting in front of the main building.

Later questioning by myself reveals they were afraid it would get out of control and that there was a car with suspicious people waiting not too far of the conflict, but I did not know that at the time.

We'll call my partner Nancy for this, m'kay? She storms off at the news to go see what's going on, the older agent tells her to wait and to let me deal with it 'cause I'm a man.

Nancy doesn't wait, I stop at the door to wait for instructions and help convince Nancy but when she hears it's that janitor with the relationship issues she leaves by saying something along the lines of:"I'm in the best position to deal with this."

I'm French, OK? I can't translate word for word! Sorry 'bout that! I follow her after a moment's hesitation; I was supposed to go anyway, according to instructions and I can't just let Nancy get hurt.

So the guy's about 18yo or so and his girlfriend of 16yo are indeed standing outside of the main building but the girl is shouting and hysteric while the guy just seems depressed or down.

Nancy starts taking side immediately which I just... disapprove of but keep silent for now and behind her: the little girl starts immediately shouting that he pushed her and kicked her and that the two guys in the car are his drug dealer.

I take this opportunity to speak and tell her that we cannot do anything about this; that she needs to call the cops if there was violence.

After a moment I finally get to speak to the guy while Nancy talks to the girl: I tell him to go inside and avoid the confrontation and to stay until his shift is over. To call a lift if he needs one.

The "Oh Shit!" moment comes right as he is about to enter the building as the girl tries to walk past us or around us to reach the guy. She had been yelling the whole time and now she seemed intent on not letting the guy go.

So she jumps the fence and runs up to him:"Oh shit!" The worse of what she could have done at that moment, like shiv the guy, was in my mind the whole time of those few seconds. Fortunately it was just a big ol' hug... manipulative creature.

I wouldn't be hugging someone who allegedly pushed me in the dirt. But hey, whatever, I didn't touch the girl so I didn't get in trouble since she is underage and the guy was not harmed.

I just wish him the best in getting rid of this kind of influence in his life, poor guy.

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16. Paramedics Have Seen Some S**t Too

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I'm not a Cop, but was a paramedic for just shy of 10 years. One night shift around 4 am we were parked in the ambulance bay at downtown hospital after transporting a patient to emerg. My partner and I were sitting in the front of the ambulance while I was finishing up my paper work.

Important to note that we are issued ballistic vests, but it wasn't mandatory to wear them (lots of medics don't where I worked) and I had stopped wearing them a couple years earlier as they are super uncomfortable, and I don't have kids or a wife so I thought fuck it, comfort over getting shot lol.

It's that point in the night shift where you are in a partial daze and just trying to get through to the finish line. All of a sudden we hear screeching tires behind us, and a few moments later someone is screaming, and I hear "THEY JUST SHOT HIM IN THE FUCKING HEAD!!!!!!".

Context and hindsight are everything in this story. I literally had NO idea what was happening, all I knew was 1. gun, 2. someone has just been shot, 3. I have no idea where the shooter is. The first thing that jumped to my mind was an active shooter going nuts in the hospital. The second thought that jumped to my mind is "fuck me.... I wish I was wearing my vest......." My partner and I give each other a look, and we hop out to go check it out.

I didn't think much of it at the time, but in retrospect it was probably the bravest thing I've ever done in my life. In my head there was possibly an active shooter, gunplay had definitely occured, and instead of peacing the fuck out my partner and I decided to go towards the commotion so that we could help in whatever way we could.

I didn't see it like that at the time, It just felt like our job, and it wasn't even really a decision. But fuck me, younger me had some brass balls even if he didn't think so at the time lol. I'm older now, and if I were ever in a situation like that now, if I chose to approach, it would be WAY more cautiously than just blindly heading towards the unknown.

Thankfully there was no active shooter in the ambulance bay outside the emerg that we could tell of, but someone had been shot in the head. Their friends had driven them to the emerg in the back middle seat of an SUV.

There was probably 5 people there, it was super sketchy because you don't know who shot who, if there is going to be more violence, you don't know who is a good guy or bad guy, and there were no police nearby or anyone that could "secure the scene". (about 10 minutes later when the police did show up, it was the SWAT guys and they were very heavily armed and everywhere lol).

We took a cursory glance inside the SUV, and my partner went to get a stretcher and tell the nurses there was a critical patient just outside. Inside the poorly lit SUV there was a 30ish year old male sitting in the middle of the SUV, and under his right eye there was a dime sized gunshot wound.

The TEXTBOOK extrication of a patient with a traumatic central nervous system injury is to maintain C-spine and place them on a spine board while keeping the neck neutral. The way I extricated him was a little bit different..... His face was pale blue, and he was having agonal respirations (a reflex when you are in the last moments of dying).

My friend showed up with the stretcher, and realizing that this guy was most likely in cardiac arrest I thought "fuck it" and climbed in, bear hugged the guy from behind, and pulled him out of the SUV and fell backwards onto the stretcher with him on top of me, I squirmed out from under him, nurses were there at this point, they start doing CPR and I push the stretcher while we head in towards a trauma room.

My adrenaline was pumping high, I was wide awake now.... I watch as the ER team starts doing there thing, and when they log roll him that's when I see it... that dime size entry wound, became a grape fruit sized exit wound on the back of his head......Oh shit......... and then I look down....... And I'm absolutely covered in blood....

I lived downtown not too far off, and I called my supervisor and told him I wanted to go home and have a shower and change, and he gave me shit for not having an extra uniform at our station (about the same distance from the ER to my apartment) lol.... In my head I was like "fuck this place".

Kind of a long story, I've seen some shit in EMS, but that was probably the most "oh shit" moment I can remember.

/Fuzzyfoot12345/

17. Butterfingers and Howitzers

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I’ve had a few, but this is the first one to come to mind.

We had just started our day, so we were standing in front of the station house bullshitting while loading up the cars and what not. I’m enjoying my post rolecall cigarette when I hear one of the new jacks come over the air.

“Shots fired. 167 and Third.” She stated, calmly. So calm we all took a moment. Maybe she’d heard fireworks or shots in the distance, and being new put it over right away before investigating. “167 and Third. 167 and Third. Shots fired.”

She comes over again. This time you can tell she’s moving. You know it’s legit.

We dive into our cars and peel out. I see an unmarked car pull over on 167 and pick up the female officer who was putting it over. They start going eastbound. I follow a few lengths behind them, since they know who we’re looking for.

“Crime Sergeant. I’ve got the post who put it over. We’re looking for an older male, bald head, black hoodie. Fled east on 167.” No sooner did the words leave his lips than I look over to my right and see a guy fitting the description to a T. The unmarked sees him too and pulls over fast.

The guys jump out of the car in front of me and race towards him.

The male sees them coming, and jets out into the street. I’m a little further back so I gun it to try and cut the guy off with my car without running him or the other cops over.

As I’m getting closer, he grabs at his waistband in a frenzy. Just as he’s pulling his gun, my front tire hits a sewer grate on the curb and blows.

“POP!” It sounds like a gunshot. The guy gets spooked and tosses the gun in the air. He pauses to try and catch the gun. The man’s juggling a .357 in the middle of the street. It’s fucking huge. A Rick Grimes sized fucking hand cannon.

Butterfingers misses the catch. Clank clank clank, it bounces on the ground. For a split second, he thinks about going for it, but glances over his shoulder at the rather large officer about to tackle him and decides against it.

My partner and I jump out of our car. I recover the mini howitzer he dropped.

My partner and two of the cops from the unmarked tackle Butterfingers about half a block down from where he tried to pull it on us.

The rookie got a medal for it. Which was nice for her. My partner and I got a “thanks boys,” and had to change the tire we popped. Still, made for a good time.

/MrGrim89/

18. 70 lbs of Pure Muscle

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Not a cop but was a prison officer at a work release center in Illinois. It was mostly low level offenders who had non violent crimes and didn't get any writeups while in the state pen.

Now, this story requires some background. The building was an old YMCA so it was rooms with bunk beds and a door you and the person/persons occupying the room had the key.

The rules were mostly the same as jail, not allowed items like weapons and phones, lights out after a certain time, and people who had jobs offsite or who had home visits had to answer the phone when we called to make sure they were where they were supposed to be.

I was pretty laid back compared to the other guards who took their job FAR too seriously.

My tour was 11pm-7am so when I would come in the floor, everybody had to be in their rooms for first count. After the count I would allow the residents (we had to call them that) to visit a different room to play cards or watch the game as long as they were back and forth in various rooms because everything was on camera.

I never wrote people up for smoking inside, just made them dump it (write ups can get you sent back to state prison). I would even bring mcdonalds back for those who couldn't leave the facility yet and had to eat the cafeteria food.

Everyone loved having me on their floor because I understood that not sweating the small stuff makes the job easier.

One day this new guy comes in and I just knew it was gonna be trouble. He couldn't shake the aggressive mentality he developed. Like a week after he came, I made him dump his cigarette and sent him back to his room.

He gave me a hard look and all i could think was "oh $h1t, this is gonna be my first fight and this guy outweighs me by like 70 lbs of pure muscle", but he left without a word so I let it go. Later on I saw him go into the bathroom on camera.

A few seconds later, like 5 other residents went in after him. About a minute later the 5 come out and go in different directions. About 5 minutes after that the guy from earlier comes limping out the bathroom and to his room.

I asked around. Turns out he was overheard that he was gonna "fix that mf who dissed" him. Some of the other residents proceeded to jump him in the bathroom and warned him that if anything happen to me they would send him to medical in a body cast.

Apparently they liked having me on duty too much to risk anything happen to me. I spent the rest of the shift laughing at that. By the end of the next week he was outta there back to Stateville.

I loved that gig, used to play CALL of DUTY between counts on the computer and I would play music over the PA system during the weekend. However, the idiots managing the place were incompetent and the turnover rate was ridiculous.

I eventually quit because people from first shift kept calling off for "medical reasons" making someone have to do a double. This happened almost EVERY SHIFT. Did 3 days in a row like that before I had enough. It would have been worth it if the pay was decent but it was a contract job so they got away with paying us 12.00 an hour. Yeah, that job sucked @$$!

/Sil3ntkn1ght87/

19. The Boondock Saint

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Worked with a guy who used to work for long beach PD. Told me a story about a call coming in that some old man had threatened his neighbor for knocking down his fence.

Friend gets on scene a little late and two other units had already showed up.

Friend See's crazy old guy in cuffed and in the back of one of the cars already.

He thinks ok these guys got this and just wants to make sure the first units are ok. He walks up to one of the cops and notices that he has this "oh shit" look on his face.

Cop says to friend " Come with me you have to see this shit." My friend follows the other officer into crazy old guys garage through the house, his exact words when he told me this story was "

it was like that scene in boondock saints where they buy the guns"

The crazy old man apparently had been stockpiling weapons for the last 20 years. Multiple rifles, shotguns, pipe bombs, semtex, various pistols, and the "Throne"....

A gas powered lawn mower that had TWO M60s mounted on it. Controls for both weapons, ammo cans etc... I'm not sure what else was on the "Throne" lol

/InsertCleverName79/

20. Can’t Choose Just One,

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Here goes the gauntlet...Can’t choose just one... I contacted a transient in the middle of the night, he had an illegal campfire. Not really a big deal, all things considered. That said, he apparently decided he didn't want to be contacted.

Out of the blue, he jumped up, spun around, had a knife in his hand. We started to wrestle around a little bit, I pulled my gun and tried to give him a contact shot to the head. Click.

I then proceeded to use my Glock as an impact weapon (spoiler alert: polymer pistols aren't super great impact weapons.)

But it was enough to make him not conscious for a long enough to get the cuffs on. After wrestling around a bit with limbs flailing in just about every direction, I call fire and medics to check him out before I transport him for a medical clearance.

The fire captain comes up to me after everything is settled and asks if I'm alright. Yea, I'm fine. He then notices part of my uniform is darker than the rest...because I'm bleeding. Dude stabbed me. Oh shit.

Here goes another... Coming back from the jail I had my radar on. Car coming the opposite way (on a highway, just out of my city) pinged the doppler at 90 something. I flipped around real quick and lit it up. Nothing really out of the ordinary so far.

They’re pulled over to the side of the road and I follow suit. I climb out of my cruiser and start to walk up. The vehicle is occupied by 4. I opted for a passenger side approach.

As I walk up to the car, I notice the driver is holding a handgun down, and to the right. Oh shit.

I took a big step back and asked for a code 3 back for a subject with a gun.It's referenced elsewhere in this thread, but it's pretty fucking cool (and a little scary) how quickly the blue wave can appear out of thin air when you need help. Taken into custody without incident.

Last one. Another officer makes a pedestrian stop on a kid. (I say kid, he was like 16.) Kid pulls a pistol and starts capping off rounds at the officer.

Officers car took some rounds, officer returned fire, guy fled on foot. Officer just put out "shots fired!" and nothing else. Oh shit.

The sergeant jumped in and called a "999" and like the entire county showed up. Agencies you forget exist on a day-to-day basis like State Park Rangers, Fish and Game Wardens just appeared out of the ether.

Other agencies showing up with Bearcats and SWAT teams and shit. Way more resources than I think we needed, but it was definitely cool that every surrounding agency dropped all their shit and sent the majority of the on-duty personnel.

/ThrowawayCop51/

21. Give Them a Hug

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This is my dad's "oh shit" moment, but unfortunately it involved me. I personally only remember a few details of what happened, the rest of it is what was told to me.

My dad's a cop and was working New Years eve 2015. I was at party that night but left the party early.

My mom and brother were at their own party, so I texted her and let her know I was on my way home. I didn't bother texting my dad since I didn't want to bother him.

I was about 10 minutes from home and I was making a turn and I see this car speed through a red light and slam into me. That's the last thing I remember.

My Jeep was wrapped around a tree, and I was in the side that was smashed into the tree.

According to the other officers, my dad was the first one to show up to the accident. They also said they've never seen my dad go ballistic.

They said he tried to manually pull my Jeep away from the tree while screaming for me, asking if I was okay and whatnot. They had to wait until Jaws of Life could arrive and pry the Jeep and tree apart.

Here's the kicker..I was dead by the time they got me out. But I was only dead for a few minutes at that point.

Luckily the paramedics were able to bring me back. I had several broken ribs, a punctured lung, a bad head injury, and something else had burst inside me which made me bleed out which led to my temporary demise.

All the while everyone was trying to calm my dad down, who kept saying he was going to "kill the SOB who almost killed my daughter".

Fast forward to the hospital, I finally wake up and I've never seen my dad cry so hard, he was literally sobbing.

He told me whoever hit me was going over 90 mph when he made impact with me, cause the tree I hit was over 60+ft from where we made contact. He hit me so hard that my Jeep flipped several times before wrapping around the tree.

Unfortunately they never caught whoever hit me. I know it still haunts him to this day.

He wouldn't let me drive for almost a year after the accident because he was so paranoid, and I was too to be honest. Its a scary thing.

Thanks for listening y'all. If you've got a family member that's in law enforcement, give them a hug and tell them you love them. You never know what could happen in a matter of minutes. I was lucky enough to make it through, but some others aren't. Don't take them for granted.

/Dakk0hMy/

22. CCTV & A/C

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For context I'm 6'2' and at the time was like 18st 115kg so a big unit. In a past life I worked as an officer in a tourist town in the UK. Walking the streets interacting with locals and visitors, the usual community engagement type stuff.

On a hot day in the height of summer I stopped off to get a bottle of water, I was stood in line with my helmet off enjoying the feel of the A/C hitting the back of my head and going down my neck and back trying to cool the space between me and my body armour. *Crack* Something hit me across the back of my head.

Turning slowly my hand dropping to my CS spray I looked to see who had just assaulted me. I was met with an old lady with a walking frame and walking stick. she proceeds to have a go at me.
OAP: You should be out there catching criminals not in here stuffing your face.

ME: I'm just getting a bottle of water and.... did you hit me?
OAP: Yes, because you were ignoring me.
ME: Right.

I turn away from her as there is now a till free and purchased my water and left. About 30 minutes later the Inspector gets hold of me on the radio asking to meet with me to discuss a complaint. so, he comes out to where I am and gives me the details.

A member of the public had complained that I was rude and belligerent to them and ignored them when they were talking to me. I asked when this had happened, and he told me today within the past hour. I then give him my side of the story and when I mention the hit to the head he immediately wants to go to the shop. So, we do off in his car back to the shop where I got my water from.

Once there he goes straight to the till area and is excitedly asking me "where were you standing exactly" I showed him, and he smiled from ear to ear and just pointed. There was a CCTV camera pointed right at where I had been standing. We went and reviewed the CCTV and sure enough there I was stood there helmet in hand enjoying the A/C on my head and the OAP behind me.

You can see on the CCTV she is trying to talk to me, but I have an earpiece in and can't hear properly so genuinely missed that she was talking to me, then it happened.

she took hold of her walking stick and proceeded to tap me on the back, on my body armour. she did this 4 or 5 times maybe before she just cracks me on the back of my head. I turned in such a way my face could be seen on the camera, and you could clearly read my lips for the short conversation we had.

with that the inspector turns to the staff I would like a copy of that burning off and just left, got back in his car and left. leaving me and the staff member there like "ok". At the end of my shift, I went to his office with the CCTV, and he filled me in.

This lady had been a serial complainer against police for anything and everything, patrol cars parked in the wrong place, this officer looked at me funny, officer was seen doing things they shouldn't. but this time he had a counter argument. When he called her back to advise that he had spoken to me he opened with.

Insp: what did you do to get the officer attention
OAP: I tapped him on his arm
Insp: really....
OAP: yes

Insp: ...you know there is CCTV in the shop, especially around the till area,
OAP: so
Insp: so, I have CCTV of you assaulting my officer. you struck him across the back of his head with your walking stick. Apparently after this revelation she was very shouty and incoherent before calming down and being delivered the parting shot by the inspector of
we will ignore the fact you assaulted an officer while on duty as long as you stop making unfounded complaints against my staff, we are entitled to a break to get food and drink, we can park our cars in the visitor carpark of your complex when dealing with incidents we are human and should be allowed to work unimpeded.
As far as I know she never did make a complaint against officer again, we did attend anti-social behaviour in the area of her complex which we were sure would create a complain of why we were not doing something about it but nope we didn't hear a peep.

/Percy_Penguin86/

23. Rolling an 8

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I've worked patrol for my entire, 13-year career. Like most patrol officers, I like to dabble in street level narcotics every now and then. But a few years ago, I made drug dealers my focus. And I enlisted the help of my patrol team to make some arrests.

I spent hours staking out street corners and dope houses, hiding in various locations to observe drug deals in progress.

My team had decent success. We made 17 dealer arrests that year if I remember correctly, including an arrest with a pound of meth and one with 4 ounces of heroin. But the time spent hiding in bushes and crouching on hot rooftops got old, and I eventually gave it up to handle my radio calls without the added stress.

But I kept thinking about what I had learned. And it occurred to me what the problem was when arresting drug dealers. Identifying them wasn't hard. I had a stack of cards filled out with their names.

The problem was catching them with the dope. We'd always find a scale or baggies or cash, but not always with a sales quantity of dope. So I figured out a way to ensure they'd have the dope on them when I contacted them. I would just ask them to bring it to me.

One day, a young officer comes up to me and says she saw a bunch of homeless people gathered around a car. She says it might be a dealer at a corner I had worked for a while. So I get a description of the car and the guy from her.

The next day, my partner and I find the car and the guy. He's on parole. Great. We search him and his car. Nothing. No dope, no baggies, no scale, nothing. So I get his information and let him go.

The day after that, I call him. I tell him I'm looking to buy some meth. I tell him some guy at the internet cafe told me about him. He asks me my name. "Randy Slazinger," I tell him. I have no idea where that came from. Made it up on the spot.

Anyways, the guy agrees to sell me two 8-balls of meth in the gas station parking lot. I park down the street and go into the restaurant next door to wait for him.

Remember, I'm a patrol cop. I drive a marked car and I'm wearing a uniform. I call for two other officers to stage nearby to help bust him when he shows up.

So the guy is taking forever. I call him and he says he's on his way. He tells me which street he's driving down so I redirect my backup to intercept his car. He's still taking forever so I call him again.
"Where you at?" I say.

"I'm in the hamburger place," he replies.
Hamburger place? What the fuck is he talk-
Holy shit. I realize where he is. He's talking about the restaurant I'm standing in. I look around. He's walking in the door behind me. We see each other at the same time. He makes a b-line for the exit. I follow him into the parking lot.
"Hey Tony!" I say.
He ignores me and keeps walking.

"Don't be like that," I say.
He keeps walking.
"Police," I say. "Stop right there."
He runs. I chase him. My backup is a ways away because I had redirected them earlier. But he's a big guy so he's slow. I tackle him in the parking lot. I'm on his back and he's clutching something in his right hand.
"Drop it," I say.
He tries to throw the objects, but he can't get them more than a few feet with me on his back, and two 8-balls of meth go tumbling through the parking lot.

/theforcereview/

24. Make Sure You Have the Whole Story

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Got a call for a domestic. Domestics are dangerous, because you never know what exactly you are walking into. Gets to the address, all the lights are off, no signs of life. Asks dispatch for a repeat on when the call came in.

Gets told that there have been no calls from the address, all calls have been from a third party (the alleged victims mother). This was the fourth call in 5 hours, the other 4 came in before he came on shift and hadn't been cleared yet.

So, he walks up and knocks, no answer, but there's a dog inside going nuts. Under the sound of the dog barking, he thinks he can hear a cry for help, but he can't determine if it really is a person, or not.

He tries for another minute or so, still can't tell, so he goes back to his car, radios for a backup unit and asks if the original caller can be contacted and if they are a keyholder, so they can open the door lawfully.

Keyholder is less than five minutes away. Keyholder, mother of one of the parties, shows up and they unlock the door, mother takes the dog and police enter. Three officers at this point. Turns out the power has been disconnected, so in addition to the oddness of the scene, they are viewing it by flashlight.

There's blood on the walls, the ceiling, bloody streaks on the walls...it's not going to end well. First human they come across is a woman in a corner, curled up, face badly beaten, sobbing, she points towards another room and says, "He's in there."

So, one officer stays with her, calming her down, assuring her that she is safe, so on. The other two, my friend included, enter the living room.

This guy is under the cushions on the couch, beaten to shit (as in, 4 days later in the hospital, he finally could open his eyes and speak well enough to give a verbal statement),

he's missing a couple of fingertips, part of an ear, he's covered in bite marks, and he's got a pretty gnarly stab wound in his shoulder that is bleeding like a son of a bitch.

He's shirtless and covered in scars all over. Various stages of healing, so someone has been beating up on him for a while. Dude can't really talk so he points at his cell phone on a table nearby. He then shows them a video of the woman hitting herself and screaming at him.

The oh shit moment is realizing that there are 2 cops with the victim and 1 cop with the aggressor, who clearly can do some damage. even to a large man, completely off guard and unaware that the person he is sitting with is actually a damn psycho.

They got her cuffed and out of the house with little incident, short some threats and screaming, had them both checked by EMS, he went to the hospital, she went to the hospital and then to jail.

He said it was a good reminder that no matter what a situation looks like on the surface, you never, ever let your guard down until you are sure you have the whole story of all the players involved.

Since then, they clear residents of a home out of the home as they find them and he is aware that just because someone looks like a victim at first glance or that conventional wisdom dictates male=aggressor, that's not always the case.

/lookielurker/

25. Santa Was Accused of Shoplifting

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My father in-law was a police officer in a smallish town in NZ. One Christmas eve he's on duty and I was at home with my new wife and mil. He's supposed to be home at about 11, but getting on 1am he's still not home.

Knowing he sometimes enjoyed a beer or 2 after duty, I offered to drive down to the local to see if he was there.

Anyway, I get dressed, go outside and am just about to get in the car, when I see him staggering up the drive. I walk down to meet him and from about 5 meters I can smell shit. Not normal shit but something deeper, stronger.

Turns out he is covered head to toe in liquid cow shit. Soaked to the skin. Dripping.

This is the sort of scene that calls for explanation so I start to look for answers. Boy this one was really something. A Xmas saga for the ages. Here it goes...

So the story went, he was on duty and got called to the local mall, where Santa had been accused of shoplifting. Sure enough, they got there and Santa had bags of lollies and drinks down his pants.

So they handcuff him and take him away in front of all the kids.

They gave him a warning at the station and sent him on his way. Not long after there was a call to a serious car accident. Him and his partner are first on the scene. A young woman who was very pregnant had died on impact.

Absolute tragedy so close to the holidays. Didn’t really put him in the most lucid state.

He ends his shift and is riding home on his motorbike and starts thinking about having to arrest Santa on Xmas eve and gets to laughing, which lightens the atmosphere, which gets him not concentrating on riding and he misses a corner and goes through a fence into a paddock.

Bike is a write off but he is ok and so is the bottle of brandy he was bringing home for Xmas day. All things considered, things could have gone much more poorly. He dusts himself off and gets to hoofing it in the direction of home.

It was only a few kms from home, so he thinks, fuck it, I'll walk. After walking for a bit, he gets to thinking about the young woman. He gets thirsty so off comes the top of the brandy bottle.

He drinks the whole bottle as he's walking home and as he gets to the top of a small rise, he realizes that he needs to piss.

So he steps off the road, walks up to the edge of a small bluff, whips it out and pisses into the void. As he's putting it away, he stumbles forward, trips, and falls over the bluff. Luckily an effluent pond broke his fall.... I’ll leave the rest of the details to your imagination.

/inthemovie_idiocracy/

26. Superman

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Was conducting a search warrant in a luxury condo complex where a well known street gang had set up their identity theft operation.

During our SWAT briefing, the detectives informed us that one of the gang members had a violent history and is known to carry a firearm, hence the need for SWAT for an identity theft search warrant.

We casually make our way there, not really expecting fireworks but then again, it’s a day in the life. We breach the door, make our way through the first two floors of the three story condo and do not encounter anyone.

We are now making our way to the small third floor landing that opens up to two bedrooms (left and right). I'm number 7 in the stack (7 operators back from the front).

As the 1 man (point man) steps on the the landing, the left bedroom door flies opens and the team encounters 3 suspects. Instincts kick in and sparks fly.

The first 5 operators make contact with the 3 suspects, take them down, and enter the room to the left.

As the first 5 are dealing with the 3 suspects and the room to the left, the 6th operator in the stack and I are trying to get up the stairs as fast as possible to take care of the room to the right.

As we are reaching the landing, the right bedroom door swings open and the suspect with a history of violence is standing in the doorway with a female. Both immediately turn away from us and proceed to go back into the bedroom.

The 6th operator goes after the female and I go after the suspect with the violent history.

I’m barreling toward him but he’s fairly quick and I don’t catch him right away. The suspect is now running towards his bed and I'm doing the same. When he reaches the corner of his bed, he superman jumps on to it. I followed suit and superman jumped onto the suspect's back.

As I'm on his back, he is reaching his hands out in front of him towards the pillows. After a brief struggle, I gained control of him and placed him in cuffs. Not really expecting a clear answer from a guy with his history,

I curiously look for signs on the bed. Didn’t immediately make sense why he’d spring on it knowing full well I’d be there in a flash.

Once the scene and suspects were secured I lifted up the pillow he was reaching for and I find a loaded handgun underneath it. In the moment I didn't think "oh shit". Once everything clears up, we head back to the cars and make our way slowly out of there.

On the ride back to headquarters when I had time to process what had just happened and the adrenaline stopped pumped its way through my head, I was like "OH SHIT I could have been shot tonight".

/grocerysticks41/

27. The 23-Yard Rule

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Over the summer I was working my beat when a BOLO came out about a dispute in progress between a man and his family. The mother called 911 and told dispatch that he had assaulted her and his grandmother.

She told dispatch he had a knife and was trying to assault them.

My sergeant cleared units lights and siren to get there and I was only a few minutes away. One of my partners beat me there first by a minute or two.

Dispatch checked on him and he advised he was good, so when I finally arrived I was under the assumption he had things under control. I exited my car, turned my camera on, and started walking up to the house.

When I entered inside through the garage the mom and grandmother immediately swarmed me yelling and crying saying “Please don’t shoot him!” It was at this moment that I looked over in the kitchen and saw my partner, gun drawn and pointed at someone down the hallway out of view.

I literally pushed through and away towards my partner drawing my weapon and asking him what he needed. He told me to switch over to less lethal so I reholstered and drew my taser.

At this time I made it over to him and finally saw the son standing about 15 to 20ft away from us down the hallway.

He was pacing and screaming but at this point auditory exclusion had already set in a bit so I have no idea what he was saying. I asked my partner what he had in his hand and he told me it was a box cutter.

Meanwhile mom and grandma are still screaming behind us “Please don’t shoot him! Tase him but don’t shoot him!”

So my partner continues to talk to the guy asking him to drop the knife, telling him we just want to talk and help him. He’s not doing so.

I hear a few other units call out on scene on the radio and one of them is a K-9 unit so I pipe up and ask him to grab his dog, tell him our guy has a knife and we currently have him at taser and gun point.

Well the subject hears me say this and it seems to set him off even more so he starts yelling and moving towards us. Well within the 23yd rule. So once he is about to hit the threshold of the kitchen doorway I light him up.

He stiffens and I see the knife drop from his hand as he falls hard and backwards. He goes through the first cycle and then I see him start to move and try to get up again so I light him up again. We move in and get him cuffed. He had cut out a chunk of meat from his chest and was saying he just wanted to die.

Turns out he was also high on meth and probably some other stuff. It was a textbook scenario and thank god my taser worked because of it hadn’t we would have had to shoot him.

/mhester1994/

28. He Was Probably The Joker

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I hope this counts, but when I used to work at a popular book store, there’s one story that we had to call police on that I think I’ll remember for a long time, and I would think those officers will too.

One evening, everything seemed normal and fine, it was really slow back in the music department where I worked, which was kinda secluded from everything else.

There really wasn’t all that much going on. I was basically just twiddling my thumbs at that point, all of the sudden I hear a lot of customer commotion at the same time a coworker comes back into my area looking like she saw a ghost.

I ask what’s going on, and she says a guy is walking around bleeding everywhere with a slit neck. At first I don’t think it’s gonna be too bad, just cuz that particular coworker can be known to stretch the truth a bit.

I was curious, so I told that coworker to stay in the department and I was gonna go check it out.

I step out and go up towards the front, and I see my manager talking to a tall guy in a black jacket and black jeans, and yep, he’d slit his neck with a razor blade he’d brought in and was just standing there, zoned out, no talking or emotion in his face or anything. I froze like a statue, the sight of it all was enough to make my brain short-circuit.

Blood was dripping down his chest area as well as onto the floor/around the store wherever he was walking.

He was either mentally not okay or was heavily on drugs(or both). Didn’t really matter as far as I was concerned, it was the strangest and creepiest sight I had seen thus far.

The part where the cops/EMS get involved and the part I think I’ll remember for a long time, is this. My manager had the guy positioned close to the front of the store so that when cops arrived they wouldn’t have to walk him through the store.

As soon as cops/EMS arrives and this guy sees them, he pulls out ANOTHER blade(manager somehow managed to get him to drop the first blade, don’t ask me how, I didn’t either) and starts quickly slicing at his neck even more. I’d say upwards of about 25-30 cuts when the cops showed up, not sure how many total.

He cut real deep and there was a lot of blood, but he didn’t cut deep enough to kill himself...I think. I’m not sure if that was his end goal, but that’s something I’ll remember for a long time. The look in the guy’s eyes alone still sends shivers down my spine.

They sent most employees and customers home for the night, last thing about the situation I remember is him being taken on a stretcher, with a bandaged neck, still with the thousand mile stare and no emotions whatsoever.

I can’t imagine having to deal with a sight like that again much less regularly. My sympathies with these police officers.

/ToxicxBoombox/

29. No More Half Measures

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I used to be a beat cop a long time ago. And I'd get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget.

Anyway, big boy. 270, 280. But his wife, whatever she was, this lady...was real small. Like a bird. Wrists like little branches.

Anyway, my partner and I got called out there every weekend, and one of us would pull her aside and say "come on, tonight’s the night we press charges."

And this wasn’t one of those deep-down he-loves-me set-ups — we get a lot of those — but not this. This girl was scared. Something was deeply wrong and everyone could sense it.

She wasn’t going to cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMT’s, put him in a car and drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning out he goes. Back home.

But one night, my partner’s out sick, and it’s just me. And the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go.

Only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy." And it just rubbed me wrong. Really wrong.

So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down, and I put my revolver in his mouth, and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s going to leave her alone. Screaming ... as much as you can with a gun in your mouth.

And I told him to be quiet. Cause I needed to think about what I was going to do here. And of course he got quiet. Goes still. And real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps.

And we just stood there for a while, me acting like I’m thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants.

And after a few minutes I took the gun out of his mouth, and I say, "So help me if you touch her again I will such-and-such and such-and-such and blah blah blah blah blah".

Don’t really remember the details but they’re not really important, the message got across really fast.

Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. The moral of the story is: I chose a half measure, when I should have gone all the way. I’ll never make that mistake again.
No more half measures. No way, no how.

/King0fJobs/

30. Don’t, It’s Awesome and You Won’t Want to Stop

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Sooooo, not a cop, just a rent a cop, but my oh shit moment happened on my first day as supervisor, training a new hire for the facility. A 5 storey public library.

Going over what she should expect that day, closing procedures, etc. When one of my other charges comes up to me and says someone in the third floor passed him a note I needed to read.

This floor is a very busy floor since that's where all of the internet access computers are. The note read that someone in one if the other computers had a gun under his jacket, and that he had seen it.

We alerted staff, who tried as best they could to get people off the floor. (the reason we had security in the first place was due to a shooting involving staff so they didn't take the threat lightly) and the police came very quickly.

They came in and swooped him up and patted him down, no gun, checked his bag, no gun. Then I heard our note-passer taking to the police. Apparently, he had seen the gun in a dream.. Then there was another oh shit moment...

A homeless woman was flipping off kids through the window. Cop was passing by, so I asked if there was anything he could do to help.

He seemed genuinely sorry that there wasn't anything at all he could do. I couldn't even bar her entrance, since it had been done on the sidewalk, not inside the library.

The very next day, the woman walks up the stairs to the second floor restroom, and while still over the carpet did her pants and shits right in front of the door to the restroom, in such a way that the door smeared it into a beautiful brown rainbow.

Then there was the time where someone left about a gram of crystal meth inside a pill bottle with the original prescription sticker still on it. I reported it to my supervisor, who then calls to our supervisor informing him we're bringing it down.

My supervisor and I have a pretty easy going way about us, so we figure, why not see if anyone's looking for it, we'll sniff him out, shouldn't take long.

We hit the elevator and as it's about to close, someone puts their hand in to stop the doors from closing.

The man gets on, clearly panicked, and started nervously taking about his medication that he left near the printer.

(where we'd found the meth) my supervisor and I look at each other and just about died laughing, because the next thing I knew, he asked us if we'd found it, we said no, but we'd help him look.

Had him running seeing the library fire about two hours looking for his "medication." Don't do meth kids, because it's awesome and you won't want to ever stop.

/Shaveyourbread/

31. "The Abandoned Warehouse Encounter" by u/NightShiftBlues

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As a cop with over fifteen years on the force, mostly on the night shift, I've encountered my share of spine-chilling scenarios. But there's one particular night that still haunts me. It was a rainy, gloomy night when the call came through about a possible break-in at an old warehouse on the city's outskirts.

My partner, Rick, and I were closest to the scene, so we took the call. The warehouse had been abandoned for years, and rumors said it was haunted. We both laughed off the superstition, but there was an unspoken tension as we approached the desolate building.

The warehouse loomed over us, its broken windows like dark, watching eyes. We entered cautiously, our flashlights piercing the darkness. The air was thick with dust and the smell of mold. We announced our presence, but only silence greeted us.

We split up to cover more ground, which I now realize wasn't the best idea. As I navigated through a labyrinth of crates and decaying machinery, every shadow seemed to move. The silence was oppressive, the only sound my footsteps echoing off the walls.

Then, I heard it – a faint scuffling sound above me. I signaled to Rick, and we regrouped, slowly making our way to the upper floor. The staircase creaked under our weight, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Reaching the top, we paused, listening. There it was again – a soft, dragging sound, then silence. We moved forward, clearing each corner meticulously. Then, without warning, a figure lunged at us from the shadows.

Time slowed down. The figure was disheveled, eyes wild with fear or perhaps madness. In that moment, my brain screamed 'Oh sh*t'. Rick tackled him to the ground, but he fought like a cornered animal. We struggled, the sound of our scuffle echoing through the empty building.

Finally, we subdued him. Catching our breath, we realized he was just a homeless man looking for shelter. But in the dim light and surprise of the moment, our minds had raced to the worst possible scenarios.

That night sticks with me, a stark reminder of the unpredictability of this job. We'd walked into what we thought was a routine check, only to be confronted with our own fears and the desperate situation of another human being. It's encounters like these that make you reflect on the fine line we walk as law enforcement officers.

32. "The Midnight Highway Chase" by u/ChaseThrillSeeker

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My name's Alex, and I've been a cop for about ten years. I've always been an adrenaline junkie, but there was one chase that forever changed how I view my job. It happened on a clear night, with the moon high and the stars bright, giving an eerie calm before the storm.

We received a dispatch about a stolen vehicle spotted on the interstate. I was with my partner, Jenna, a seasoned officer known for her calm under pressure. We caught sight of the vehicle, a red sedan, speeding and swerving recklessly. Without hesitation, we gave chase.

The sedan pushed its limits, weaving through the sparse traffic. Jenna drove expertly, keeping us close but safe. Our sirens wailed, tearing through the night, as we communicated with dispatch to coordinate backup.

As we neared an isolated stretch of the highway, the sedan abruptly stopped. We braced ourselves, not sure what to expect. The driver's door flew open, and a figure emerged, his movements erratic and desperate.

Before we could react, he pulled out a gun and started shooting. Bullets pinged off our car, shattering the calm night. I remember the shock, the sudden realization that this was not just another high-speed chase. 'Oh sh*t,' I thought, 'this is serious.'

Jenna and I took cover behind our vehicle, returning fire when we could. The gunman was shouting incoherently, making no attempt to escape. It was clear this wasn't just about a stolen car; there was something more at play.

The standoff seemed to last forever, adrenaline and fear mixing in a potent cocktail. Then, backup arrived, and with their help, we managed to subdue the gunman. He was a known felon with a history of violent crime.

In the aftermath, as the adrenaline faded, I felt a mix of relief and introspection. That night, I came face to face with the reality of our vulnerability. Despite our training and experience, there's always an element of unpredictability in this line of work.

This incident stays with me, a constant reminder of the dangers we face. It's not just about the thrill of the chase; it's about making split-second decisions that could mean life or death. It's a sobering thought that has made me more cautious and reflective in my approach to every call.

33. "The Silent Alarm Surprise" by u/QuietStormCop

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I've been a police officer in a small, sleepy town for over fifteen years. The night I'm about to describe changed how I perceive every call I respond to. It was late, a typical quiet shift, when the dispatcher's voice crackled over the radio about a silent alarm triggered at the local bank.

Silent alarms are usually false alerts, so I wasn't particularly anxious. I arrived at the scene, the bank shrouded in darkness, save for the streetlights casting long shadows. I called in for backup but decided to do a quick sweep, expecting it to be a routine check.

The front door was ajar, which was the first sign that something was off. I drew my weapon, the weight of the situation settling in. Stepping inside, I was engulfed in silence, the kind that amplifies every little sound.

I moved through the lobby, my footsteps echoing softly. The place was eerily still. As I approached the manager's office, I noticed the door slightly open. I nudged it with my foot, peering inside. It was empty, but a sense of unease was growing inside me.

Then, I heard it – a faint scraping sound coming from the direction of the vault. My heart started pounding in my chest. This wasn't a false alarm. I steadied my nerves and moved toward the sound, radioing in my position and the suspicious noise.

As I reached the vault, the scraping stopped. I hesitated, every police horror story I’d ever heard running through my mind. 'Oh sh*t,' I thought. 'What am I walking into?' Taking a deep breath, I opened the vault door.

Inside, I was met with a startling scene – four individuals, clad in dark clothing, froze as our eyes met. They were as surprised to see me as I was to see them. For a moment, time stood still, the realization that we were all in a potentially deadly standoff sinking in.

But training took over. I kept them talking, trying to de-escalate the situation while covertly signaling for backup. It was tense, each second stretching out endlessly. Thankfully, backup arrived swiftly, and we were able to arrest the robbers without any shots fired.

Reflecting on that night, I realize how quickly a seemingly routine call can turn life-threatening. It was a wake-up call about the realities of my job. Every time I respond to a call now, I remember that night, the fear, the relief, and the reminder of the unpredictability and danger that come with wearing the badge.

34. "The House Call Horror" by u/SuburbanShield

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I'm Derek, a police officer in a relatively peaceful suburban area. My story revolves around a welfare check that turned into one of the most harrowing experiences of my career. It was a typical sunny afternoon when the call came in to check on an elderly resident who hadn't been seen for a few days.

Arriving at the house, something felt off immediately. The front yard was overgrown, and the mailbox overflowed with mail. Neighbors mentioned they hadn't seen Mr. Henderson, a widower in his late 70s, which was unusual for the typically sociable man.

I knocked several times, announcing myself, but there was no response. I tried the doorknob, finding it unlocked. Pushing the door open, I was met with a stale, musty air that hinted at something amiss.

The house was in disarray, not what I'd seen on previous, friendly visits to Mr. Henderson. I called out, moving from room to room, but the silence was unsettling. Then, I noticed something alarming—a faint but distinct trail of blood leading towards the basement.

My heart rate spiked, and a sense of dread washed over me. 'Oh sh*t,' I thought, realizing this wasn't a simple welfare check anymore. I radioed for backup, reporting the suspicious scene, and cautiously made my way to the basement door.

Descending the stairs, the light dimmed, and the air grew colder. The basement was cluttered, and as I moved further in, the trail of blood became more pronounced. I braced myself for what I might find.

In the far corner of the basement, I found Mr. Henderson. It was a gruesome scene. He'd been attacked, likely during a burglary gone wrong. I've seen death before, but something about this felt deeply personal, perhaps because I knew the victim.

The investigation later revealed it was a random act of violence by someone passing through the neighborhood. Mr. Henderson had surprised the intruder and paid with his life. It was a senseless, brutal act that left the community and me shaken.

That call stays with me, a stark reminder of the unpredictable nature of this job. It's not just about enforcing laws; it's about facing the often-harsh realities of life and death. That day, I lost a bit of my naivety about the safety of our suburban haven and gained a deeper understanding of the fragility of life.

35. "The Unseen Threat" by u/UrbanGuardian

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I'm a police officer in a bustling metropolis, where the unexpected is almost routine. But there was one incident that starkly reminded me of the unseen dangers we sometimes face. It began as a seemingly mundane call—a resident in a high-rise apartment reported unusual activity, claiming someone was spying on him from an adjacent building.

I arrived at the apartment, skeptical but aware that we had to take every call seriously. The resident, visibly agitated, insisted that he'd seen someone with binoculars in the building across. To ease his concerns, I agreed to take a look.

Standing by the window, I scanned the opposite building with my binoculars. It seemed like a wild goose chase; the building was full of windows, any of which could have someone behind them. But then, my eye caught a slight movement.

As I focused on a particular window, a chill ran down my spine. There, in the shadows, I could just make out the silhouette of a person. It could have been innocent, but something felt off. I continued to observe, trying to discern any details.

Suddenly, a small red dot appeared on my chest, moving slowly upwards. My heart stopped. 'Oh sh*t,' I thought, realizing it was a laser sight from a gun. In that split second, every training session on rapid response I'd ever had kicked in.

I dropped to the floor, rolling away from the window as a gunshot shattered the glass where I'd been standing just a moment before. Glass shards flew everywhere, and I heard the resident scream in panic.

I radioed for backup, relaying the situation as quickly as I could. The building was evacuated, and a SWAT team was called in. The area turned into a scene straight out of a movie, with residents evacuated and streets cordoned off.

The shooter was never found, despite an extensive search and investigation. It seemed they had planned their escape meticulously. This experience left me with a deep sense of vulnerability, a realization of how quickly a seemingly routine check can turn into a life-threatening situation.

That day reshaped my perspective on police work. The unseen threat, the shot that could come from nowhere—it's a reality that I, and many other officers, live with daily. It's a sobering reminder of the risks we take to protect and serve, often in the face of dangers we can't even see.

36. "The Bridge Standoff" by u/EdgeOfTheNight

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I’ve been a cop for nearly two decades, but there’s one night that will forever be etched in my memory. It was a cold, misty evening, and a call came in about a distraught individual threatening to jump off a bridge.

As my partner and I raced to the scene, my mind was racing with the protocols for such situations. The bridge was desolate, illuminated only by the occasional streetlight, creating long, haunting shadows.

We found the person, a young man, standing precariously close to the edge. He was clearly distressed, and my heart sank. Talking someone down from a suicide attempt is one of the most challenging situations in our line of work.

I approached slowly, trying to establish a dialogue. Every step felt heavy, each word I uttered weighed down by the gravity of the situation. The mist seemed to muffle our voices, adding to the surreal nature of the moment.

He spoke about his struggles, his voice barely a whisper over the sound of the water below. My training kicked in, but nothing prepares you for the raw emotion of such a moment. The realization that a life hung in the balance was overwhelming.

Time seemed to stand still as we talked. With every passing minute, I could see a change in his demeanor. The ‘Oh sh*t’ moment came when he looked directly at me, tears in his eyes, and I saw a flicker of hope.

After what felt like an eternity, he took a step back from the edge. The relief that washed over me was indescribable. We continued talking until the crisis team arrived to take over.

That night stayed with me, a haunting reminder of the delicate balance we often find ourselves in. It was a night of profound human connection, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of police work.

Reflecting on it, I realize the immense responsibility we carry, not just to enforce laws, but to be guardians of life at its most vulnerable. It was an encounter that redefined my perspective on what it means to serve and protect.

37. "The Hidden Room Mystery" by u/SecretsUnveiled

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I'm a detective with the city police, and I’ve seen some bizarre cases, but none quite like the one I'm about to recount. It began with a routine search warrant for a suspected drug house in an old neighborhood.

The house was an unassuming, dilapidated two-story building. My team and I prepared to breach, expecting resistance. What we didn't expect was the eerie silence that greeted us as we entered.

The house seemed typical for a drug den—messy, with signs of frequent use. But as we searched, I noticed something odd about the layout. The dimensions didn't add up; there seemed to be a space unaccounted for.

Intrigued, I started tapping on walls, and that’s when we found it—a hidden door, cleverly concealed. My heart raced with the prospect of what we might find. Hidden rooms in drug houses usually meant one thing. something big.

We cautiously opened the door, revealing a small, dimly lit room. The air was stale, and a sense of foreboding filled the space. Inside, we found not drugs, but walls lined with old, disturbing photographs and newspaper clippings.

It was like stepping into the mind of a madman. The photos were of people, some seemingly taken without their knowledge. The clippings were all of unsolved cases, some dating back years. 'Oh sh*t,' I thought, realizing we had stumbled upon something far more sinister than a drug operation.

The investigation took a drastic turn. We spent hours documenting the room, each item uncovering a layer of mystery. It felt like the room held secrets to unsolved mysteries, a treasure trove for any detective, yet chilling in its implications.

The case grew as we linked some of the photos to missing persons and unsolved crimes. It was a breakthrough, but the disturbing nature of our discovery cast a shadow over our success.

This case remains a significant part of my career. It was a stark reminder that sometimes, the most innocuous places hide the darkest secrets. That hidden room opened a doorway to resolving long-forgotten mysteries, but also to the depths of human depravity.

38. "The Blizzard Rescue" by u/FrostlineHero

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I’ve been a cop in a mountain town for years, accustomed to harsh winters, but nothing prepared me for the blizzard of '0It was a storm that would test our resolve and humanity.

The evening started with reports of a family stranded in their car near a remote pass. The blizzard was raging, reducing visibility to nearly zero. I knew the risks, but we couldn’t leave them out there.

My partner and I, along with a few volunteers, set out in the snowstorm. The howling wind and snow were disorienting, turning the familiar landscape into an alien terrain.

Hours passed as we trudged through the snow. Doubts crept in, and the cold was relentless. I remember thinking, 'Oh sh*t, are we even going to find them, or will we become victims ourselves?'

Then, a faint light appeared in the distance, barely visible through the snow. It was their car, half-buried in the snow, with the family huddled inside, scared but alive.

The relief was overwhelming, but we weren't out of danger yet. We had to get them back to safety, and the storm wasn't letting up. We bundled the family in our extra gear and started the treacherous journey back.

Every step was a battle against the elements. The family, especially the kids, were terrified but resilient. Their courage in the face of such adversity was humbling.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we saw the lights of the town. The feeling of making it back, everyone safe, was indescribable. We had faced nature’s fury and prevailed.

That night forged a bond between all of us, a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit. It wasn’t just about being a cop; it was about being a lifeline in the most extreme conditions. That blizzard taught me the true meaning of service and sacrifice.

39. "The School Lockdown" by u/SafeHavenPatrol

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I've been a school resource officer for most of my career, a job I’ve always found rewarding. However, one incident changed the way I view my role forever. It was a day like any other, until the lockdown alarm blared through the halls.

The initial confusion quickly turned to fear. We had drills for this, but the urgency in the principal’s voice over the intercom told me this was no drill. My heart raced as I began the standard lockdown procedure.

As I moved through the school, securing doors and guiding students to safety, I couldn’t help but think of the countless tragic stories I'd heard from other schools. 'Please, not here,' I kept thinking.

The halls, usually filled with the sounds of laughter and learning, were eerily silent, save for the distant sound of police sirens. I checked each classroom, ensuring every student was accounted for and hidden away.

Then, I heard it – a series of loud bangs. My training kicked in, but nothing can truly prepare you for that moment. The 'Oh sh*t' realization that this was real, that our school was under attack.

I rushed towards the sound, determined to protect the students at all costs. As I approached, I realized the bangs were not gunshots, but a janitor knocking over some equipment in his panic to hide.

The relief was immense, but the lockdown continued until the police cleared the building. It turned out to be a false alarm – a suspicious individual seen near the school grounds had triggered the response.

The debriefing that followed was emotional. Students and staff were shaken, but unharmed. The incident brought to light the stark reality of the world we live in and the constant threat that hangs over our safe spaces.

That day left a lasting impression on me. I realized that my job isn’t just about maintaining order; it's about being a guardian, a protector of the young lives entrusted to me. It reinforced my commitment to ensuring the safety and well-being of every student in my care.

40. "The Undercover Operation" by u/DeepCoverEcho

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As an undercover cop, I’ve had my share of nerve-wracking experiences, but one operation stands out as the most intense and dangerous of my career. It involved infiltrating a notorious gang known for violent crimes.

The operation took months of preparation. I had to create a believable identity, complete with a criminal background. The day I was finally introduced to the gang, my heart was pounding, but I kept a cool exterior.

Gradually, I earned their trust, involved in minor activities at first. Every day was a tightrope walk, maintaining my cover while gathering crucial information. The fear of being discovered was a constant companion.

The 'Oh sh*t' moment came when the gang leader, suspicious of a mole, started interrogating everyone. He was known for his ruthless methods, and a cold sweat broke out on my back as I sat in that dingy room, trying to look unfazed.

My answers seemed to satisfy him, but the tension in the air was palpable. That night, I lay awake, wondering if I had said something wrong, if my cover was blown.

The operation reached a critical point when I was asked to be a part of a major heist. This was what we had been waiting for, but it also meant the danger was at its peak.

On the day of the heist, as we approached the target, my mind was racing. This was it, the moment of truth. I had a decision to make – blow my cover and stop the crime or let it happen and maintain my position.

I chose the latter, a decision that still weighs on me. The heist went off, but we were able to track the stolen goods and arrest the gang members, my information proving crucial.

Reflecting on that operation, I realize the moral complexities of undercover work. It’s not just about deceit and infiltration; it’s about the tough decisions you have to make, often choosing between the lesser of two evils. The experience changed me, adding layers of depth to my understanding of law enforcement and the human psyche.

41. "The Lost Child" by u/UrbanSentinel

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I'm a patrol officer in a bustling city, but the case that remains most vivid in my mind involves a missing child. It was a scorching summer day when the report came in. a 4-year-old girl had wandered off in a busy downtown area.

Immediately, a sense of urgency took over. The streets were crowded, and the thought of a small child alone in that chaos was terrifying. We started our search, combing through streets and alleyways.

Hours passed with no sign of her. The sun beat down relentlessly as we continued our search. The feeling of helplessness grew with each passing moment, the 'what ifs' echoing in my mind.

Then, a call came over the radio. A shopkeeper reported seeing a little girl matching the description, crying outside his store. My heart raced as we rushed to the location.

We found her there, tears streaming down her face, her tiny hands clutching a stuffed animal. The relief that washed over me was indescribable. She looked up, eyes filled with fear and confusion.

I knelt down, speaking softly, trying to comfort her. She was scared but unharmed. As we waited for her parents, I kept her close, ensuring she felt safe.

When her parents arrived, the scene was emotional. Tears, hugs, words of gratitude. The mother’s embrace of her child was a moment of pure, unadulterated relief and love.

That day resonates with me deeply. It was a stark reminder of the vulnerability of the innocent and the responsibility we carry as protectors in our community.

This incident, though resolved happily, left a lasting impression. It underscored the importance of vigilance, community, and the role we play in safeguarding the most vulnerable among us.

42. "The Rooftop Standoff" by u/HighRiseHawk

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I've been a member of the SWAT team for several years, and one incident that stands out is a rooftop standoff with an armed suspect. The call came in late in the evening – a man was spotted on a high-rise roof, brandishing a firearm.

The team assembled quickly. As we approached the building, the gravity of the situation set in. A misstep could lead to a tragic outcome, either for us, the suspect, or innocent bystanders.

We ascended to the roof, the city lights sprawling below us. The suspect was pacing at the edge, clearly agitated. Negotiators tried to talk him down, but he was unresponsive, his focus entirely on the weapon in his hands.

Tension was thick in the air. My role was to provide cover, but every moment up there was a calculation of risk. The thought 'Oh sh*t, this could go south any second' was constantly at the back of my mind.

Time seemed to slow down. The suspect occasionally shouted incoherently, his words lost in the wind. We had to resolve this without anyone getting hurt, but the options were narrowing.

After hours of stalemate, the suspect's attention wavered, giving us a crucial opening. I remember the adrenaline surge as we moved into position, ready to disarm him.

The takedown was swift. We secured the weapon and the suspect, ensuring his safety and that of the team. The relief was immense, but it was mixed with an acute awareness of what could have been.

As we descended back to the streets, the city seemed a different world. The noise, the lights – it all felt distant, a stark contrast to the silent tension we'd just experienced.

That standoff was a stark reminder of the unpredictability of our job. It’s moments like these that underscore the delicate balance of force and negotiation, and the sheer unpredictability of human behavior in crisis situations.

43. "The Silent Alarm" by u/NightWatchGuardian

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My experience as a night patrol officer has shown me various facets of the city, but one night, a silent alarm at a high-end jewelry store presented a different challenge. The alarm was triggered around 2 AM, a time when the streets were hauntingly quiet.

Arriving at the scene, the store appeared undisturbed from the outside. My partner and I approached with caution, aware that appearances can be deceiving. We readied ourselves for a possible confrontation.

Inside, the store was a labyrinth of glass displays and intricate security systems. We moved stealthily, our flashlights casting long, eerie shadows. The silence was almost tangible.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the back room. We tensed, signaling each other to prepare for a possible encounter. Every step felt heavier as we approached the source.

Peering into the back room, we found the culprit. a large rat had tripped the alarm. Relief washed over us, but the tension didn't immediately dissipate. These situations often play out differently in your mind.

We secured the room, ensuring there were no other surprises. The store’s security arrived shortly after, equally relieved to find it was a false alarm.

As we left the store, the empty streets felt different. The adrenaline rush was fading, replaced by the quiet calm of the night. The city seemed to be holding its breath, resting before the bustle of the day.

That night was a reminder of the unpredictability of our job. A silent alarm could mean anything from a small animal to a dangerous break-in. It keeps you on your toes, always expecting the unexpected.

As I patrolled the rest of my shift, the city slowly came to life. The night's events were a small blip in the constant ebb and flow of the city's heartbeat, a part of the unseen night watch that keeps it safe.

44. "The Flood Rescue" by u/RiverGuard

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Working in a coastal town, I've dealt with my share of natural disasters, but nothing compares to the flood of '0It started with torrential rain that wouldn’t stop, quickly turning streets into rivers.

Calls were coming in non-stop. Among them was a distress call from a family trapped in their home by rising waters. The urgency was palpable; we had little time as the water levels were increasing rapidly.

I joined the rescue team heading to the location. The scene was chaotic – water everywhere, people stranded, belongings floating. The family’s house was nearly submerged.

We maneuvered our boat through the debris-filled water, the engine struggling against the current. Reaching the house, we saw the family signaling from an upper window, their fear evident even from a distance.

The 'Oh sh*t' moment hit me as we struggled to secure the boat. The water was relentless, making the rescue perilous. Every second counted.

We managed to get the family onto the boat – a couple and their two young children. They were scared but unharmed. Relief was visible in their eyes as they clung to each other.

The journey back was tense. Navigating the floodwaters was a challenge, with hidden obstacles and unpredictable currents. The family’s gratitude, however, made all the risks worthwhile.

Back on safe ground, the family was taken to a shelter. The rest of the night was a blur of similar rescues. The teamwork and community spirit were remarkable.

That flood was a sobering reminder of nature’s power and the resilience of the human spirit. As a cop, it was a night that redefined my understanding of duty and compassion in the face of disaster.

45. "The Unexpected Hero" by u/CityBeatKeeper

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I've been a beat cop for quite a while, walking the same streets every day. But there was one day that changed my whole perspective on the community I serve. It started with a routine call about a street fight.

When I arrived, I found a group of teenagers surrounding two boys in a heated argument. As I made my way through the crowd, I expected the usual breakup of a teenage scuffle.

Suddenly, the argument escalated, and one of the boys pulled out a knife. The crowd gasped, and a wave of panic swept over me. These situations can turn deadly in an instant.

Out of nowhere, a man from the crowd stepped forward. He was a regular in the neighborhood, someone I’d seen but never really spoken to. He calmly approached the boys, his demeanor confident yet non-threatening.

The 'Oh sh*t' moment was palpable. The risk of intervening in such a volatile situation was enormous. Yet, there he was, speaking softly to the boy with the knife, his hands open in a peaceful gesture.

To my amazement, the boy handed him the knife. The tension in the air dissolved, and the crowd started to disperse. I was in awe of the man’s courage and his ability to defuse the situation.

I approached him afterwards, expressing my gratitude and admiration. He shrugged it off as if it were nothing, but to me, it was everything. He had prevented what could have been a tragedy.

This incident made me see my role in a new light. It wasn’t just about enforcing the law; it was about being part of a community, where every member has the potential to make a difference.

That day, the man became an unsung hero in my eyes. It reminded me of the power of community and the unexpected heroes who walk among us, often unnoticed until the moment they step forward.

46. "The Gas Station Encounter" by u/MidnightPatrol

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As a night shift officer, I've seen my fair share of odd occurrences, but one incident at a gas station remains particularly memorable. It happened on a routine patrol, just past midnight.

The gas station was deserted except for a lone car parked at the pump. Something about the scene felt off. The car was running, but there was no sign of the driver.

I approached cautiously, announcing myself. No response. Peering inside the car, I saw a man slumped over the wheel. My first thought was a medical emergency.

I called for backup and medical assistance, then tried to rouse the man. He was unresponsive. The situation started to feel more ominous.

Suddenly, the man jolted upright, looking disoriented. In his hand was something shiny – a moment of panic – but it was just his phone. The 'Oh sh*t' moment passed, but my heart was still racing.

The man was confused, having fallen asleep after a long shift at work. He apologized profusely, clearly embarrassed. I checked to make sure he was okay to drive.

The incident was a false alarm but served as a stark reminder of the unexpected nature of patrolling at night. What seems routine can quickly become dangerous.

As I resumed my patrol, the adrenaline slowly faded. The quiet streets of the city at night returned to their peaceful state, but the encounter lingered in my mind.

Being an officer on the night shift is a study in contrasts – long periods of quiet punctuated by moments of intense action. This incident was one of many that underscore the unpredictability and vigilance required in this job.

47. "The Abandoned Factory Mystery" by u/UrbanExplorerCop

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I've worked in an industrial area of the city for years, encountering various oddities. However, one case at an old, abandoned factory stands out. It began with a call about suspicious activity.

The factory had been closed for decades, a relic from a bygone era. Its towering structure cast an imposing shadow in the fading light of dusk. Arriving at the scene, the building loomed eerily quiet.

As I entered, the air was thick with dust, and the silence was almost deafening. My footsteps echoed through the vast, empty halls, filled with rusted machinery and broken windows.

I heard a noise upstairs – a faint, rhythmic thumping. My heart rate increased as I cautiously made my way up the rickety staircase, flashlight in hand.

On the upper floor, the source of the noise became apparent. A group of teenagers had broken in, using the space as an impromptu skatepark. My initial 'Oh sh*t' feeling turned to relief, but also frustration.

I spoke to the teenagers, warning them of the dangers of the building. They were apologetic, unaware of the potential hazards in such a decrepit structure.

The building was secured, and the teenagers were escorted out. The situation was resolved peacefully, but it highlighted the unexpected challenges of patrolling urban ruins.

The drive back to the station was contemplative. The encounter was a reminder of the curious allure these abandoned places hold, especially for the youth seeking adventure.

The incident, though minor, stayed with me. It was a vivid example of the diverse range of situations we face as urban officers – from the mundane to the potentially perilous, all within the shadows of the city's forgotten corners.

48. "The Silent Witness" by u/CrimeSceneSleuth

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As a detective, I've worked on numerous cases, but one that profoundly affected me involved a silent witness – a parrot. The case was a suspicious death in a residential neighborhood.

The victim was an elderly man, found in his living room. There were no signs of forced entry, and everything appeared normal, except for the parrot, who was agitated and repeating phrases.

Initial investigations didn't lead to much. It seemed like a natural death, but something felt off. The parrot's incessant chatter was a constant background noise as we combed through the house for clues.

Then, I started listening to the bird. Among its babble, it kept repeating a phrase. "No, don't do it!" This struck me as odd and potentially significant.

I decided to delve deeper into the victim's life. It turned out he had a troubled relationship with a family member. This information, combined with the parrot's words, led to a new line of inquiry.

We brought in the family member for questioning. Initially, they denied any involvement, but as we presented the circumstantial evidence, including the parrot's phrases, their demeanor changed.

Finally, they confessed. It was a crime of passion during an argument, never meant to end in death. The parrot had indeed been a silent witness to the last moments of the victim's life.

This case was a stark reminder of the unexpected forms witnesses can take. It also showed the importance of paying attention to every detail, no matter how small or seemingly irrelevant.

As I closed the case, I couldn't help but reflect on the unique intersection of human lives and the sometimes-unlikely witnesses to their most critical moments. This case stayed with me, a peculiar testament to the complexities of our work in unraveling the truths hidden within the silence.

49. "The Blizzard Shift" by u/FrostLinePatrol

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As a patrol officer in a northern town, I've braved many harsh winters. But one particular blizzard night stands out for the sheer intensity and the unexpected human connection it brought.

The blizzard hit us without much warning, turning roads into icy mazes and the visibility near zero. Despite the conditions, our duty called for us to be out there, ensuring everyone's safety.

My partner and I were checking on stranded vehicles when we received a distress call. An elderly couple was stuck in their home, without power and in dire need of medical assistance.

Navigating the blinding snow was treacherous. Each turn and hill was a gamble against the storm. The feeling of isolation was palpable, the world reduced to just the swirling snow and howling wind.

Finally, we reached the couple's home. The sense of relief at finding them safe was immense, but now we faced the challenge of getting them to the hospital.

We managed to transport them safely back to our vehicle. The drive to the hospital was tense, the couple’s health a constant worry. Every slippery turn and gust of wind felt like a battle against time.

Along the way, the couple shared stories of their life in the town, their gratitude and warmth cutting through the coldness of the blizzard. It was a poignant reminder of the lives behind the badges and uniforms.

We arrived at the hospital, and after ensuring the couple was in good hands, we headed back into the storm. The night was far from over, but that encounter left a lasting warmth in us.

That shift, battling the blizzard and aiding the couple, was a profound experience. It was more than just a rescue; it was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the bond that forms when people come together in times of adversity.

50. "Crossroads of Fate" by u/HeartbeatOfTheCity

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In my years as an urban police officer, I've witnessed the ebb and flow of city life, but one encounter at a bustling crossroad remains deeply etched in my memory. It happened on a busy Friday evening, the streets alive with the weekend hustle.

I was on foot patrol, navigating through the crowd, when a sudden commotion caught my attention. A young woman had collapsed in the middle of the crosswalk, the crowd parting around her in confusion.

Rushing to her aid, I found her unconscious but breathing. Calls for an ambulance were made, but I knew immediate action was needed amidst the chaos of the city’s heartbeat.

As I administered first aid, a man emerged from the crowd, identifying himself as a doctor. His timely presence was a stroke of serendipity in the urban wilderness.

Together, we worked to stabilize the woman. The crowd formed a protective circle around us, a rare moment of unity and concern in the usually indifferent cityscape.

The woman regained consciousness just as the ambulance arrived. The relief in the doctor's eyes mirrored my own. The crowd dispersed, each individual returning to their own path, but for a moment, we had all shared a common concern.

Later, I learned that the woman had suffered a sudden cardiac event. The doctor's intervention and our combined efforts had been crucial in saving her life.

That day at the crossroads, amidst the noise and haste of city life, I was reminded of the fragility of life and the unexpected ways in which we can make a difference.

The experience stayed with me, a poignant reminder that beneath the city's pulsing rhythm lies a network of lives, each with their own stories, occasionally intersecting at the crossroads of fate.

51. The Abandoned Warehouse

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I've been a cop for about 15 years, and I've seen my fair share of hair-raising situations, but this one tops the list.

It was a quiet Tuesday night when we got a call about some suspicious activity in an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

My partner and I were the first to arrive on the scene. The building was pitch-black, no signs of life from the outside.

As we entered, our flashlights barely cut through the thick darkness. The air was stale, and there was this eerie silence.

We split up to cover more ground. I headed towards the back, and that's when I heard it - a faint whispering sound.

I moved closer, and suddenly the floor gave way beneath me. I managed to grab onto a beam, but I was dangling over what looked like a deep pit.

My partner heard the commotion and rushed over. With his help, I managed to pull myself up. That was my first "Oh Sh*t" moment.

We decided to stick together and continued our search. That's when we found a room with strange symbols on the walls and a faint light coming from a crack under a door.

Pushing the door open, we were met with a scene straight out of a horror movie - a group of people in cloaks, surrounding something I couldn't make out.

They turned towards us, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, chaos ensued as they started scattering in every direction.

We called for backup and tried to apprehend as many as we could. The whole situation felt surreal, like I was in some kind of cult movie.

Turns out, it was a group involved in illegal activities, using the warehouse for their meetings. The thing in the middle? Thankfully, it was just a mannequin, but it sure didn't look like it in the dim light.

It took hours to secure the scene and gather evidence. When I finally got home, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Looking back, I realize how lucky we were to get out of there unscathed. That night will forever be etched in my memory. - u/BraveBlueBadge

52. The Highway Chase

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I remember this incident like it was yesterday, even though it's been a few years. I was relatively new to the force then.

We got a report of a stolen vehicle speeding on the highway. My partner and I immediately headed out.

We spotted the car weaving dangerously through traffic. We turned on our sirens and gave chase.

The driver was reckless, pushing over 100 mph. We had to be extremely careful not to cause an accident.

As we got closer, the car suddenly swerved and crashed into the guardrail. My heart was in my throat.

We approached cautiously, not knowing if the driver was armed. But nothing could have prepared us for what we found.

The driver, a teenager, was unconscious but alive. I was relieved but also angry. What was he thinking?

We later learned that he had taken his parents' car without permission. The relief of him being alive was my "Oh Sh*t" moment.

The ambulance arrived, and we ensured he got the medical attention he needed.

The aftermath was a mess. Debris was scattered all over the highway, and traffic was backed up for miles.

It was a stark reminder of how quickly things can go wrong on this job and the responsibility we carry.

That night, I went home and hugged my kids a little tighter, thankful for their safety and mine.

This incident taught me the importance of staying vigilant and prepared for anything on the job.

It's a story I often share with new recruits, highlighting the unpredictable nature of police work. - u/HighwayHeroCop

53. The Silent Alarm

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This happened during my early years on the force. We responded to a silent alarm at a local bank.

It was late, and the streets were deserted. The bank looked quiet from the outside.

My partner and I entered through the back. We had to be silent and quick.

Inside, we found ourselves in a tense standoff with armed robbers who were trying to crack the safe.

I remember thinking, "This is it, this is the kind of situation you hear about in training."

Negotiations began, but it was clear these guys were nervous and unpredictable.

In a split-second decision, we managed to disarm them without any shots being fired.

It was my first major confrontation with armed criminals, and it shook me to the core.

Back at the station, I couldn't stop replaying the scenario in my mind, thinking of what could have gone wrong.

That night, I realized the weight of the badge I wore and the responsibility it carried.

I learned a lot from that experience, especially about staying calm under pressure.

It's a night that I often reflect on, especially when faced with challenging situations on the job.

These moments shape you as a cop, teaching you lessons you can't learn anywhere else.

It's a story I don't often share, but it's a defining moment in my career. - u/SilentAlarmResponder

54. The Missing Child

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One of the most heart-stopping moments in my career involved a missing child.

We received a report of a 4-year-old boy who had wandered off from his backyard.

The entire neighborhood was out looking, and we joined the search, fearing the worst.

Hours went by with no sign of him. I remember feeling a sense of dread growing inside me.

Then, we got a tip from a neighbor about some noise coming from an old shed a few blocks away.

We rushed to the location, hearts pounding. The thought of finding him hurt or worse was overwhelming.

As we opened the shed door, there he was, sitting in the corner, scared but unharmed.

The relief was indescribable. It was definitely an "Oh Sh*t" moment, but in a good way.

Reuniting him with his parents was one of the most rewarding moments of my career.

The community's support and collective effort in finding him was truly heartwarming.

That incident reminded me why I joined the force - to make a difference in people's lives.

It also taught me the importance of community in policing.

Such experiences stick with you, reminding you of the good you can do in this job.

It's a story that I often tell to remind myself of the positive impact we can have. - u/ChildFinderCop

55. The Unexpected Rescue

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This is a story about an unexpected turn of events during a routine patrol.

We were called to check on an abandoned vehicle on a remote road.

As we approached, we noticed the car was partially submerged in a river, with the water rising rapidly.

We didn't know if anyone was inside, so we had to act fast.

I remember the adrenaline rush as we waded into the water, unsure of what we'd find.

To our shock, there was a man trapped inside, struggling to keep his head above water.

We managed to break the window and pull him out just in time. It was a close call.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing how close he was to drowning.

The man was in shock but alive. We provided first aid until the ambulance arrived.

Later, we found out that he had swerved to avoid hitting an animal and ended up in the river.

This incident was a stark reminder of how quickly situations can turn life-threatening.

It also showed the importance of being prepared for anything, even on what seems like a routine call.

Saving that man's life was one of the most fulfilling moments of my career.

It's a story I often reflect on, reminding me of the unexpected challenges and rewards of police work. - u/RiverRescueCop

56. The Rooftop Standoff

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I've been on the force for over a decade, but nothing prepared me for the rooftop standoff.

We received a call about a man threatening to jump off a building downtown. When we arrived, it was pandemonium.

The man was on the edge of the roof, visibly distressed. I remember the crowd below, their faces filled with concern.

My partner and I carefully made our way to the roof. The man was shouting, clearly in a bad place mentally.

We tried to talk him down, but he was teetering dangerously close to the edge.

I remember thinking, "This is it, he's going to jump," and feeling utterly helpless.

In a moment of desperation, I shared a personal story about overcoming tough times, hoping to connect with him.

To our surprise, it worked. He started talking more calmly, stepping back from the edge.

After what felt like hours, we convinced him to come down safely.

The relief among the crowd and among us was palpable.

It was a stark reminder of the mental health crises we face as officers.

That day, I learned the power of empathy and communication in de-escalating a situation.

It wasn't the kind of physical danger we're trained for, but it was mentally exhausting.

It's a day I'll never forget, a true "Oh Sh*t" moment in my career. - u/RooftopResponder

57. The Underground Chase

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Early in my career, I was involved in an underground chase that felt like something out of a movie.

We were after a suspect known for his involvement in a series of burglaries.

The chase led us to the city's old subway tunnels, long abandoned and forgotten.

It was pitch black, the only light coming from our flashlights.

The echoes of our footsteps and the suspect's made it hard to pinpoint his location.

Suddenly, the floor beneath me gave way, and I fell into a lower tunnel.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing I was alone, injured, and lost in the darkness.

I managed to radio my location to my partner, hoping he'd find me before the suspect did.

After what felt like an eternity, my partner found me. Together, we continued the pursuit.

We eventually caught the suspect, who was hiding in a concealed room.

That experience taught me the importance of staying alert and expecting the unexpected.

It was a mix of fear, adrenaline, and relief when we emerged from those tunnels.

The incident became a legendary story at the precinct, a testament to our resilience.

It's a night I often recall, reminding me of the less glamorous, gritty side of police work. - u/SubwaySleuth

58. The Forest Encounter

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One of my most unforgettable experiences was what I call the Forest Encounter.

We were searching for a missing hiker in a dense forest area, known for its rugged terrain.

As night fell, the forest became an entirely different world, eerie and silent.

We split up to cover more ground, each equipped with only a flashlight and radio.

I stumbled upon a small, hidden cabin, something not on any of our maps.

Inside, I found the missing hiker, but also stumbled upon a large illegal operation.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing I was in the midst of dangerous criminals.

I quietly radioed for backup, trying to keep my discovery unnoticed.

The situation escalated quickly when the criminals realized they were not alone.

A tense standoff ensued, deep in the heart of the forest, far from any immediate help.

Eventually, backup arrived, and we were able to apprehend the group without incident.

The hiker was rescued, and a significant criminal operation was dismantled.

That night taught me the importance of vigilance, even in the most unlikely places.

It's a story that's almost unbelievable, a mix of relief, danger, and the unexpected. - u/ForestLawman

59. The Flash Flood Rescue

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I've been involved in many rescues, but the flash flood rescue stands out.

We received a call about a family trapped in their car during a sudden flash flood.

When we arrived, the water was rising rapidly, and the car was almost submerged.

My partner and I didn't hesitate; we dove into the floodwaters.

The current was strong, making it difficult to reach the car.

I remember the fear in the family's eyes as we approached.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment was when the water level rose over the car's roof.

We managed to break a window and pull the family out one by one.

It was a race against time, with the water threatening to sweep us all away.

Thankfully, we got everyone to safety before the car was completely submerged.

The gratitude from the family was overwhelming and humbling.

It was a stark reminder of the power of nature and the fragility of life.

That day, I truly understood the impact of our role in saving lives.

It's a rescue I often think about, a reminder of why I chose this profession. - u/FloodHeroCop

60. The Hostage Crisis

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The hostage crisis was one of the most intense situations I've ever faced.

A man had taken his family hostage, threatening their lives.

When we arrived, the house was eerily quiet, but you could cut the tension with a knife.

I was part of the negotiation team, trying to establish communication with the man.

Hours passed with little progress, the situation was becoming increasingly volatile.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment came when we heard a gunshot from inside the house.

We had to act fast. Our team breached the door and entered the house.

Thankfully, the gunshot was a warning shot, and no one was harmed.

After a tense confrontation, we managed to secure the man and ensure the family's safety.

The relief among the team was immense, but the aftermath was emotionally taxing.

It was a harsh reminder of the delicate nature of such situations and the importance of mental health awareness.

The experience left a lasting impression on me about the complexities of human behavior.

It's a scenario that I've recounted many times, each time with a renewed sense of what it means to protect and serve.

The resolution of that crisis was a defining moment in my career, a true test of patience and resolve. - u/CrisisNegotiatorCop

61. The Hidden Chamber

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I've been on the force for two decades, but the discovery of the hidden chamber was unlike anything I'd experienced.

We received a call about a possible break-in at an old, seemingly abandoned mansion on the outskirts of the city.

The mansion was decrepit, with an eerie aura that sent chills down my spine as we entered.

While searching, we noticed an odd, out-of-place bookshelf. It seemed too new compared to its surroundings.

On closer inspection, we found it was a hidden door. Pushing it open revealed a long, narrow staircase leading down.

The descent felt like stepping into another world. The air was cooler and musty.

At the bottom, we discovered a vast chamber, filled with stolen art, antiques, and countless historical artifacts.

My partner and I exchanged shocked looks - this was our "Oh Sh*t" moment.

We immediately called for backup and began securing the area.

The subsequent investigation revealed a massive, international smuggling ring.

It was surreal to think that this sleepy town was the center of such a large criminal operation.

The recovery of these artifacts felt like a victory not just for us, but for cultural preservation.

This discovery also led to numerous arrests and the dismantling of the smuggling ring.

To this day, the hidden chamber case remains one of the highlights of my career. - u/HistoryHunterCop

62. The Inferno Rescue

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The inferno rescue is a tale that I'll never forget - it was the epitome of a life-or-death situation.

A fire broke out in a high-rise building in the heart of the city during a busy weekday.

As first responders, we arrived to a chaotic scene - flames engulfed the upper floors, and people were trapped inside.

My partner and I teamed up with firefighters, entering the building amid the thick smoke and intense heat.

The evacuation was frantic. We went door to door, guiding residents to safety.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment came when a staircase partially collapsed, cutting off our main exit route.

We had to think fast, redirecting people to an alternate escape path.

Despite the inferno's intensity, we managed to evacuate everyone, including several elderly residents.

The moment we got the last person out was a mix of relief and exhaustion.

Looking back, I remember the fear in people's eyes and the overwhelming heat.

But what stays with me the most is the teamwork and the lives we saved that day.

The fire department eventually controlled the blaze, but the building was significantly damaged.

That day tested our limits and reinforced the importance of our training.

It remains a vivid memory, a reminder of the unpredictability and danger of our job. - u/FlameBraveHeart

63. The High-Speed Chase

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The high-speed chase was something straight out of an action movie, but with real stakes.

It started with a reported stolen car, spotted on the outskirts of the city.

My partner and I joined the pursuit as the suspect headed towards the city center.

The chase was intense, weaving through traffic at dangerous speeds.

My heart pounded as we tried to anticipate the suspect's next move.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when the suspect nearly collided with a school bus.

We managed to execute a maneuver to safely end the chase without any injuries.

The relief when the suspect's car came to a stop was immense.

The arrest was straightforward, but our hands were still shaking from the adrenaline.

Later, we found out the car was involved in a series of serious crimes.

The chase was a stark reminder of the dangers we face and the responsibility to protect others.

It was also a testament to our training and the importance of staying calm under pressure.

The incident made local headlines, but for us, it was just another day on the job.

It's a story I often share with rookies, about the realities of police work and the need for constant vigilance. - u/ChaseMasterCop

64. The Stormy Night Rescue

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The stormy night rescue is etched in my memory as a night of fear, courage, and relief.

A severe storm hit our town, causing widespread flooding and power outages.

Amidst the chaos, we received a distress call from a family trapped in their home by rising floodwaters.

The journey to their house was treacherous, with roads turned into rivers.

Upon arrival, we found the family huddled on the upper floor, terrified and cold.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment was seeing the water rapidly rising, threatening to engulf the house.

We worked quickly to evacuate the family, including two small children.

The rescue was challenging, with strong currents and debris in the water.

But we managed to get everyone to safety, just in time.

The family's gratitude was overwhelming, but there was no time to rest - others needed help.

That night, we performed several more rescues, each one fraught with danger.

It was a night of true teamwork and community spirit.

The storm left a mark on our town, but it also showed the strength and resilience of its people.

For me, it reinforced the importance of our role as first responders, ready to face any challenge. - u/StormGuardianCop

65. The Abandoned Asylum Mystery

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The abandoned asylum mystery was one of the most unusual and chilling cases I've ever worked on.

We were called to investigate reports of strange noises and lights at an old, abandoned asylum.

The place was a local legend, rumored to be haunted, which added an eerie tone to the investigation.

As we explored the dilapidated corridors, the sense of unease grew.

We discovered hidden rooms and passages, relics of the asylum's dark past.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment was when we stumbled upon an underground room filled with old patient records and belongings.

It felt like stepping back in time, a window into the troubled souls who once lived there.

The investigation revealed no evidence of supernatural activity, but the real history was haunting enough.

We also discovered signs of recent trespassing, suggesting the place was being used for illegal activities.

Securing the building and uncovering its secrets felt like solving a historical puzzle.

The experience left me with a deep sense of respect for the past and its lingering impact.

It also reminded me of the importance of preserving history, even its darker chapters.

The case attracted local media attention, reviving interest in the asylum's history.

For me, it remains a fascinating yet haunting reminder of the mysteries and surprises that our job can bring. - u/GhostlyDetectiveCop

66. The Collapsed Bridge Incident

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My time as a cop has been full of challenges, but the collapsed bridge incident was a standout.

A storm had severely damaged a local bridge, but before it could be closed, a car attempted to cross.

We received the call and raced to the scene, hearts pounding with urgency.

Arriving, we found the car hanging precariously off the damaged bridge, the family inside terrified.

My partner and I quickly assessed the situation, coordinating with the fire department for a rescue plan.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing we had to act fast as the car started to slip further.

We managed to secure the car with ropes and began the delicate process of rescuing the family.

The operation was tense, every move had to be precise to avoid a catastrophe.

After what seemed like hours, we successfully rescued the family, including a young child.

The relief was overwhelming, both for us and for the family.

The incident made local headlines, highlighting the dangers of ignoring road closure warnings.

It was a stark reminder of how quickly a routine patrol can turn into a life-threatening situation.

This experience reinforced the importance of teamwork and quick thinking in emergencies.

It's a story I often reflect on, a reminder of the unpredictable nature of this job. - u/BridgeRescueHero

67. The Secret Bunker

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Among the many cases I've handled, the discovery of the secret bunker was truly extraordinary.

We were investigating a series of suspicious activities in a remote forest area.

Deep in the woods, we stumbled upon a hidden entrance to an underground bunker.

The bunker was like something out of a spy movie, equipped with advanced technology and supplies.

My "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing this wasn't just a hideout; it was a hub for illegal operations.

We found evidence of hacking, espionage, and a plan for a major cyber attack.

The operation to dismantle the bunker and arrest the individuals involved was intense.

The case drew the attention of federal agencies, and it turned into a major national security issue.

The aftermath was a whirlwind of debriefings, interviews, and media attention.

It highlighted the evolving nature of crime and the importance of being prepared for anything.

This incident added a new dimension to my career and my understanding of law enforcement.

It's a case that's often brought up at the precinct, a mix of disbelief and pride in our work.

The secret bunker case remains one of the most significant in my career.

It serves as a reminder of the hidden threats we face and the importance of diligence. - u/CyberSleuthCop

68. The Midnight Circus Heist

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The midnight circus heist was as bizarre as it sounds, and it's a case I'll never forget.

A traveling circus had come to town, and after their opening night, they reported a major theft.

We arrived to find the circus in disarray, with performers and staff in a panic.

The stolen items included a rare collection of jewelry and a valuable vintage clown car.

My partner and I delved into the world of the circus, interviewing a colorful cast of characters.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when we discovered the theft was an inside job.

Tracking down the suspects involved high-speed chases and even a tightrope walk.

The case was like a real-life circus act, filled with twists and turns.

Eventually, we recovered the stolen items and apprehended the culprits.

The circus expressed their gratitude with a special performance in our honor.

This case was a break from the norm, a blend of mystery, adventure, and humor.

It's a story that's become legendary at the station, often retold with amusement.

The midnight circus heist wasn't just a case; it was an unforgettable experience.

It reminds me that police work can sometimes be as unpredictable as a circus. - u/CircusDetectiveCop

69. The Abandoned Mine Mystery

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One of the most intriguing cases I worked on was the abandoned mine mystery.

We received reports of strange sounds and lights coming from an old mine outside of town.

Investigating the mine was eerie; it felt like stepping back in time.

Deep inside, we discovered a hidden chamber filled with old mining equipment and explosives.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was finding evidence of recent activity, suggesting someone was using the mine.

We set up surveillance and eventually caught a group using the mine for illegal mining operations.

The operation to arrest them and secure the mine was hazardous, given its unstable condition.

The case brought to light the dangers of abandoned mines and the extent of illegal activities.

It was a mix of old-school detective work and modern policing techniques.

The media coverage of the case raised awareness about the dangers of exploring such places.

This experience added a unique chapter to my career, combining history and crime-solving.

The abandoned mine mystery is often cited as an example of the less glamorous side of police work.

It was a case that combined danger, history, and detective work in equal measure.

It remains one of the most memorable cases of my career, a true detective adventure. - u/MineMysteryCop

70. The Haunted Hotel Investigation

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The haunted hotel investigation was as eerie as it sounds and one of the most unusual cases in my career.

We were called to a historic hotel after staff reported strange occurrences and guests feeling uneasy.

The hotel had a reputation for being haunted, which added an extra layer of intrigue.

My partner and I spent the night in the hotel, experiencing some unexplainable events ourselves.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was witnessing a shadowy figure in one of the halls, only to find nothing there.

Our investigation revealed a network of hidden passages used by staff to create the illusion of hauntings.

It turned out to be a scheme to attract tourists looking for a supernatural experience.

The case was a mix of debunking myths and uncovering a clever ruse.

The hotel staff were reprimanded, but the story became a local legend.

This case was a departure from the norm, blending folklore with modern-day fraud.

It's a story that's often brought up around Halloween at the precinct.

The haunted hotel investigation taught me that not all mysteries have supernatural explanations.

It remains one of the most talked-about cases I've been involved in.

It serves as a reminder that sometimes, the truth is stranger than fiction. - u/GhostHunterCop

71. The Forgotten Village Mystery

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In my years as a detective, I've solved numerous cases, but the Forgotten Village mystery was unique.

We were called to investigate a series of unexplained disappearances in a remote, nearly abandoned village.

The village, once thriving, now had an eerie, desolate feel, with most of its buildings empty and decaying.

Locals spoke of strange lights and sounds at night, adding to the village's unsettling aura.

My partner and I began a thorough investigation, starting with the last known locations of the missing.

We uncovered a hidden network of underground tunnels, long forgotten by the villagers.

Venturing into the tunnels, we found belongings of the missing people, but no one was there.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering a concealed room in the tunnels, used for illicit activities.

We realized the village was unknowingly sitting atop a major criminal operation.

The case took a dramatic turn as we unraveled the complex web of crime hidden beneath the village.

Our investigation led to several arrests and brought closure to the families of the missing.

The village slowly began to recover, with its dark past being brought to light.

This case was a reminder of how appearances can be deceiving and the importance of digging deeper.

It remains one of the most intriguing cases in my career, a true mystery of a forgotten village. - u/VillageMysteryCop

72. The Art Heist

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The art heist was a case that felt like it was straight out of a movie.

A famous art gallery reported the theft of several priceless paintings in a sophisticated overnight operation.

The heist was well-planned, with the thieves leaving almost no trace behind.

My team and I were tasked with solving this high-profile case, under immense pressure.

We began by piecing together the security footage and witness statements.

A breakthrough came when we found a unique paint smear at the scene, leading us to a suspect.

Undercover operations and stakeouts became part of our daily routine.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was raiding the suspect's hideout and finding not just the stolen art but a treasure trove of other stolen items.

The chase and eventual capture of the art thieves was a mix of adrenaline and strategy.

The return of the stolen art was a major win for us and the art community.

The case garnered media attention, highlighting our team's detective work.

This art heist taught me the importance of attention to detail in solving complex cases.

It's a story I often share with new detectives, about the challenges and rewards of our job.

The art heist remains one of the most memorable cases of my career, a blend of mystery and justice. - u/GalleryGuardianCop

73. The Airport Conspiracy

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The airport conspiracy was one of those cases that seemed like a routine security issue but turned out to be much more.

We received a tip about suspicious activity at the city's international airport.

Initially, it seemed like a standard security check, but things quickly escalated.

We discovered a group attempting to smuggle illegal items through a complex network within the airport.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing the scale of the operation and its potential implications.

Covert surveillance and collaboration with federal agencies became crucial.

We had to navigate through a maze of false leads and decoys.

The operation culminated in a coordinated raid, leading to multiple arrests.

The case shed light on significant security lapses at the airport.

It was a mix of intelligence work, patience, and decisive action.

The aftermath involved a complete overhaul of airport security protocols.

This case was a stark reminder of the threats facing modern transportation hubs.

It's a story that I recount to emphasize the importance of vigilance in public safety.

The airport conspiracy remains a significant case in my career, highlighting the complexities of modern policing. - u/AirportVigilantCop

74. The Ghost Ship

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As a coastal patrol officer, I've encountered many strange things, but the Ghost Ship was by far the most bizarre.

We received reports of an abandoned vessel drifting near the coast.

Approaching the ship was an eerie experience; it seemed to appear out of the fog like a scene from a maritime legend.

Boarding the ship, we found it deserted, but with signs that it had been recently occupied.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering a hidden cargo hold filled with illegal contraband.

The mystery deepened as we tried to trace the ship's origins and last known movements.

It felt like we were in a detective novel, piecing together clues from a ghostly vessel.

The investigation led to uncovering a smuggling ring using abandoned ships for their operations.

The operation to dismantle the ring was complex and dangerous.

The case brought to light a new method of smuggling via the sea.

It was a mix of maritime law, detective work, and high-seas adventure.

This case made local headlines, dubbed the "Ghost Ship Mystery" by the media.

It's a story that's become part of local folklore, blending reality and legend.

The Ghost Ship remains one of the most unusual and memorable cases of my career. - u/CoastalSleuthCop

75. The Underground City

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During my time in the urban exploration unit, I've seen many hidden parts of the city, but discovering the Underground City was something else.

We were investigating reports of illegal activities in the city's abandoned subway tunnels.

What started as a routine check quickly turned into a journey into the unknown.

Deep beneath the city, we found a network of tunnels leading to a vast underground area.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was stepping into a full-fledged underground city, complete with living quarters and marketplaces.

We found that this hidden city was home to a community living off the grid, but also a hub for illegal trade.

The operation to navigate and understand this subterranean world was like nothing we had done before.

We faced the challenge of balancing law enforcement with the sensitivity of an underground community.

The case required a blend of traditional policing and social work.

It brought to light issues of homelessness and the lengths people go to survive.

This underground city was a revelation, both as a societal phenomenon and a policing challenge.

The case received attention from sociologists and city planners alike.

It's a story that I often reflect on, about the unseen layers of city life.

Discovering the Underground City remains one of the most profound experiences of my career. - u/UrbanExplorerCop

76. The Lunar Eclipse Heist

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As a veteran detective, I thought I'd seen it all until the Lunar Eclipse Heist.

It happened during a rare lunar eclipse. A renowned museum reported a theft under the cover of darkness.

The stolen artifact was an ancient lunar amulet, invaluable and irreplaceable.

The heist was intricately planned, coinciding with the eclipse to disable certain security measures.

We started by analyzing security footage, which was partly obscured by the eclipse's darkness.

A breakthrough came when we identified a unique shadow in the footage, leading us to a suspect.

The investigation led us through a labyrinth of black market dealers and underground collectors.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was uncovering a plot to use the amulet in a bizarre ritual during the eclipse.

We managed to track down the culprits just as they were about to perform the ritual in a remote location.

The confrontation was tense, with the eclipse creating an eerie backdrop.

After a tense standoff, we recovered the amulet and arrested the perpetrators.

The case drew media attention for its peculiar nature and timing with the lunar eclipse.

It taught me that the line between reality and superstition can blur in the criminal world.

The Lunar Eclipse Heist remains one of the most unusual cases in my career. - u/EclipseDetectiveCop

77. The Phantom Train

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The Phantom Train case was something out of urban legends.

We received reports of a ghostly train appearing on unused tracks late at night.

Initially skeptical, we began patrolling the area, thinking it was a prank.

One night, we saw it. an old train, lights flickering, silently gliding on the tracks.

Investigating the train, we discovered it was used by a group of smugglers to transport goods.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing the train was headed for a closed-off tunnel.

We managed to board the train, finding it filled with contraband.

The operation to stop the train and apprehend the smugglers was high-risk.

The train was a relic, barely operational, adding to the danger of the situation.

After a tense chase through the night, we safely stopped the train.

The incident brought to light an old smuggling route using the railway.

The case was unique, blending the thrill of a chase with the mystery of a ghost story.

It's a story that's become part of local lore, often retold with a mix of awe and disbelief.

The Phantom Train case stands out as one of the most thrilling in my career. - u/GhostTrainCop

78. The Masked Ball Mystery

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The Masked Ball Mystery was a case that felt like stepping into a historical novel.

A high-society masked ball was interrupted by a daring theft of a priceless necklace.

The ball was filled with guests in elaborate costumes, making the investigation complex.

We had to navigate through a web of aristocrats, artists, and socialites to find the thief.

The intricacy of the ball's setting made collecting evidence challenging.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was when we discovered the theft was an inside job.

Undercover work at subsequent events became our strategy to catch the thief.

The investigation took us into the world of high fashion and antique jewelry.

The climactic moment was apprehending the thief at another grand event.

The case revealed a sophisticated network of art and jewelry thieves.

The media coverage of the case was sensational, given its glamorous backdrop.

It was a mix of old-world charm and modern detective work.

The Masked Ball Mystery added an element of elegance and intrigue to my career.

It remains one of my most memorable cases, a true dance of deception. - u/MasqueradeSleuthCop

79. The Vanishing Village

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The Vanishing Village was a case that seemed more supernatural than criminal at first.

An entire village seemed to disappear overnight, leaving behind empty homes and streets.

We were baffled, with no signs of mass evacuation or foul play.

The investigation led us into local legends and folklore about the village.

We explored every possible angle, from environmental phenomena to a planned exodus.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was finding a hidden network of tunnels beneath the village.

These tunnels led us to the villagers, who had gone underground for reasons unknown.

Unraveling the mystery revealed a complex plot by a corporation to seize the village's land.

The case evolved from a search and rescue to a battle against corporate greed.

It was a victory for the villagers and a blow against corporate exploitation.

The case was unique, blending elements of mystery, activism, and community spirit.

It garnered significant media attention and public support for the villagers.

The Vanishing Village case was a stark reminder of the power of unity and resilience.

It remains one of the most impactful cases of my career. - u/VillageGuardianCop

80. The Secret Symphony

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The Secret Symphony was a case that combined my love for music with detective work.

A famous symphony orchestra reported the theft of a legendary violin just before a major concert.

The violin was not only valuable but also had great historical significance.

Our investigation led us into the competitive and secretive world of classical music.

We interviewed musicians, conductors, and patrons, uncovering rivalries and secrets.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was finding the violin in the possession of a rival musician.

The case took a dramatic turn as we unraveled a tale of envy, betrayal, and talent.

The operation to recover the violin and arrest the culprit was delicate, given the high-profile nature of the case.

The recovery of the violin was a relief to the music community and the public.

The case brought to light the underbelly of the classical music world.

It was a mix of artistic passion and criminal intent, a symphony of motives and opportunities.

The media coverage of the case was widespread, with a focus on the dramatic recovery.

The Secret Symphony case was a unique blend of my personal interests and professional skills.

It remains one of the most melodious and intriguing cases of my career. - u/ConcertCrusaderCop

81. The Clocktower Secret

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As a seasoned detective, I've encountered many peculiar cases, but the Clocktower Secret was one for the books.

It began with a series of cryptic notes left at historical sites around the city, each more puzzling than the last.

The notes led us to the old clocktower, a landmark that had stood for over a century.

Inside, we discovered a hidden compartment containing old documents and artifacts.

The documents revealed a long-lost secret about the city's founding and a hidden treasure.

Our investigation took us on a historical journey, uncovering the city's forgotten past.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was when we realized the treasure was still hidden within the clocktower.

We carefully navigated the ancient mechanisms of the clocktower, searching for the treasure.

After days of meticulous searching, we found the treasure - a collection of priceless historical artifacts.

The discovery was a significant find for the city and its history enthusiasts.

The case drew significant media attention, with the clocktower becoming a focal point of historical interest.

It was a blend of detective work and archaeology, a true adventure into the past.

The Clocktower Secret added a legendary chapter to my career in law enforcement.

It remains one of my most memorable cases, a mystery hidden in time. - u/TimekeeperDetective

82. The Mirage Hotel

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The Mirage Hotel case was like something out of a suspense novel.

We were called to investigate a series of strange occurrences at a newly opened luxury hotel.

Guests reported seeing apparitions and experiencing unexplained phenomena.

Our initial skepticism turned to intrigue as we began our investigation.

The hotel, built on an old estate, was rumored to have a haunted history.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when we experienced these phenomena firsthand.

We discovered that the hotel was built over ancient ruins, which seemed to be the source of the disturbances.

Our investigation led us to uncover a series of hidden chambers beneath the hotel.

These chambers contained artifacts and inscriptions hinting at historical significance.

The hotel management was unaware of this hidden history beneath their establishment.

The case turned from a ghost hunt to a historical revelation.

Our findings helped demystify the phenomena and preserve a piece of history.

The Mirage Hotel case was a unique blend of mystery, history, and police work.

It remains one of the most intriguing cases of my career. - u/HotelHauntCop

83. The Forgotten Island

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The Forgotten Island case was an unforgettable adventure.

We were called to investigate a distress signal from an island believed to be uninhabited.

The island, shrouded in mystery, was a place of local legend.

Upon arrival, we discovered a small community living off-grid, completely isolated.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was learning they had no contact with the outside world for decades.

The community had its own unique culture and way of life, untouched by modern society.

Our mission shifted from investigation to aiding and documenting this hidden society.

We learned about their history, traditions, and struggles of living in isolation.

The island's existence raised questions about autonomy and the modern world's reach.

Our presence became a bridge between the island and the outside world.

The case received attention from anthropologists and sociologists.

The Forgotten Island was a rare glimpse into a life untouched by time.

It was an experience that challenged my views on civilization and progress.

This case was more than just police work; it was a journey into the heart of human resilience. - u/IslandMysteryCop

84. The Whispering Woods

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The Whispering Woods case was a journey into the unknown.

We were investigating reports of strange sounds and lights in a dense forest.

Locals spoke of old legends and tales about the woods.

Our exploration led us deeper into the forest than anyone had gone in years.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering an old, abandoned research facility hidden in the woods.

The facility contained old experiments and research on sound and light manipulation.

We realized the strange phenomena were remnants of these experiments.

Our investigation uncovered a forgotten chapter in scientific exploration.

The case evolved from a supernatural mystery to a forgotten piece of history.

We worked with historians and scientists to document and secure the facility.

The Whispering Woods case blurred the lines between myth and reality.

It sparked interest in the scientific community and among local historians.

The case was a reminder of how easily history can be lost and then resurface.

It remains one of the most enigmatic and enlightening cases of my career. - u/ForestEchoCop

85. The Desert Mirage

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The Desert Mirage was a case that tested the limits of reality.

We were called to investigate a series of disappearances in the desert.

The desert, vast and unforgiving, was a place of many myths.

Our search led us to an area where travelers reported seeing mirages and strange phenomena.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was when we experienced these mirages ourselves.

We discovered an abandoned military project involving holographic technology.

The mirages were remnants of this technology, still active and creating illusions.

Our mission became a recovery operation to dismantle the forgotten technology.

The case shifted from a search and rescue to a venture into military secrets.

The revelation about the technology sparked debates about its use and abandonment.

The Desert Mirage case was a blend of survival, technology, and mystery.

It attracted attention from tech experts and conspiracy theorists alike.

The case was a surreal experience, blurring the lines between illusion and reality.

It remains one of the most mind-bending cases of my career. - u/MirageMysteryCop

86. The Lost Explorer's Map

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In my time as a detective, the Lost Explorer's Map case was one of the most intriguing puzzles I encountered.

It began with the discovery of an old map in the city archives, believed to belong to a famous explorer who vanished centuries ago.

The map detailed a hidden location within the city, suggesting a significant historical find.

My team and I embarked on a quest to decipher the map and uncover its secrets.

The map led us through forgotten parts of the city, revealing hidden history at every turn.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when the map guided us to an underground chamber beneath the city.

Inside the chamber, we found relics and manuscripts from the explorer's travels.

The discovery turned the case into a major historical find, attracting attention from historians and archaeologists.

We worked meticulously to preserve and document the chamber and its contents.

The case shed new light on the city's history and the explorer's mysterious fate.

It was an exhilarating blend of detective work and historical adventure.

The Lost Explorer's Map case drew media interest and public fascination.

It remains one of the most rewarding and educational cases of my career.

The experience of uncovering hidden history was truly unforgettable. - u/HistoryHunterDetective

87. The Theater Phantom

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The Theater Phantom case was a dramatic blend of mystery and the arts.

A local theater reported strange occurrences. props moving, lights flickering, and shadowy figures seen after hours.

Initially thought to be pranks, the events grew more frequent and unsettling.

Our investigation led us into the theater's past, uncovering tales of a long-deceased actor said to haunt the stage.

We spent nights in the theater, using technology to monitor and record these phenomena.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was witnessing a ghostly figure on the stage, only to find it was a cleverly rigged projection.

Delving deeper, we found a disgruntled former employee was orchestrating these events.

The case evolved into a thrilling chase to catch the "phantom" behind these occurrences.

Capturing the perpetrator ended the strange happenings and restored peace to the theater.

The Theater Phantom case was a curious mix of old legends and modern trickery.

It attracted local media interest, reviving stories of the theater's haunted history.

This case was a testament to the power of belief and the allure of a good ghost story.

It was one of my most memorable cases, combining detective work with theatrical flair.

The Theater Phantom remains a favorite tale among the local community. - u/GhostlightDetective

88. The Crystal Cavern

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The Crystal Cavern case was a journey into the depths of the earth.

We were called to investigate a newly discovered cavern found by local miners.

The cavern was said to be filled with rare crystals and minerals, attracting unwanted attention.

Our exploration revealed the cavern's stunning beauty but also its dangers.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering a group of unauthorized people mining the crystals.

We had to navigate the precarious cavern terrain to apprehend the illegal miners.

The operation was risky, balancing the preservation of the cavern with law enforcement.

We worked with geologists to document and protect the cavern.

The case shed light on the illegal trade of rare minerals and crystals.

The Crystal
Cavern became a protected site, with its unique beauty drawing interest from scientists and nature enthusiasts.

The case was an unusual mix of nature's wonders and the darker side of human greed.

It garnered attention from environmental groups and the media, highlighting the need to protect natural treasures.

The experience of being in the Crystal Cavern was awe-inspiring and humbling.

It remains one of the most visually stunning and ethically complex cases of my career. - u/CavernGuardianCop

89. The Midnight Carnival

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The Midnight Carnival case was as enigmatic as it was thrilling.

Reports of a mysterious carnival appearing in town at midnight began to surface, vanishing by morning.

Skeptical yet intrigued, we began our investigation into this phantom carnival.

Stakeouts led us to the elusive carnival, a spectacle of lights and sounds appearing out of nowhere.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing the carnival was a front for a major underground betting ring.

The carnival's magic was a blend of technology and illusion, masking its illegal activities.

Infiltrating the carnival, we uncovered its network of gambling, theft, and deception.

The operation to dismantle the carnival's operations was intricate and dangerous.

The climax came with a raid during its grand performance, catching the ringleaders off-guard.

The Midnight Carnival case was a bizarre mix of crime, illusion, and entertainment.

It drew public and media fascination, combining elements of mystery and showmanship.

This case was a reminder of how appearances can be deceiving and the lengths criminals will go to hide in plain sight.

It was one of my most adrenaline-filled and unconventional cases.

The Midnight Carnival remains a legendary tale in the department, a true blend of fantasy and reality. - u/CarnivalSleuthCop

90. The Rooftop Gardens Heist

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The Rooftop Gardens Heist was a case that took us to new heights, both literally and figuratively.

A series of thefts at the city's famous rooftop gardens had both owners and visitors puzzled and concerned.

These gardens were an urban oasis, and the thefts were disrupting their tranquility.

Our investigation led us across rooftops, uncovering a trail of rare plant thefts.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering the thief's motive. a rare botanical collection.

We embarked on a chase across the city's skyline, tracking the elusive plant thief.

The operation required stealth and agility, navigating the city from above.

We finally apprehended the thief in a dramatic rooftop confrontation.

The case drew attention to the value and vulnerability of urban green spaces.

It was a unique blend of urban exploration and environmental crime fighting.

The media coverage brought new appreciation and security measures to the rooftop gardens.

This case was a testament to the diverse challenges of urban policing.

It was one of my most memorable cases, combining nature, adventure, and detective work.

The Rooftop Gardens Heist remains a high point in my career, a case that reached new heights in every sense. - u/GreenThumbDetective

91. The Forgotten Library

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The Forgotten Library case was a foray into a world of lost knowledge.

We stumbled upon an old library hidden beneath the city streets, long forgotten.

The library was a trove of ancient books and manuscripts, a historian's dream.

Our investigation began as a simple trespassing case but soon unfolded into something much bigger.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was realizing the historical significance of the library's contents.

We worked with historians and librarians to catalogue and preserve the books.

The library turned out to be a missing link to the city's early intellectual history.

The case became a puzzle, piecing together the library's origins and purpose.

The recovery of these texts was a major contribution to the city's cultural heritage.

The Forgotten Library case was a journey into the past, uncovering secrets long buried.

It attracted scholars and history enthusiasts, eager to learn from the newfound collection.

This case was a unique blend of detective work and historical discovery.

It was one of my most intellectually satisfying cases, a
deep dive into our city's forgotten history.

The Forgotten Library remains a landmark case in my career, a testament to the enduring power of knowledge. - u/LostPagesDetective

92. The Enigma of the Sunken City

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My career as a detective has seen many peculiar cases, but the Enigma of the Sunken City remains the most mystifying.

It started with an unexpected discovery by underwater archaeologists. an ancient city submerged off the coast.

The city, thought to be a myth, was said to have sunk centuries ago under mysterious circumstances.

My team and I were tasked with assisting in the underwater investigation, a first for us.

Diving into the depths, we were in awe of the well-preserved ruins and artifacts.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was uncovering a series of cryptic symbols that hinted at an ancient curse.

Deciphering these symbols led us on a journey through forgotten history and folklore.

The deeper we delved, the more we realized the city's sinking was no natural disaster.

We uncovered evidence of a deliberate act, linked to a power struggle in the ancient civilization.

The discovery made headlines worldwide, sparking interest in the sunken city's secrets.

The case became a blend of detective work, archaeology, and deep-sea exploration.

It shed new light on a piece of history thought to be lost forever.

The Sunken City case was not just a career highlight but an unforgettable adventure into the past.

It remains one of my most rewarding cases, uncovering a mystery hidden beneath the waves. - u/DeepSeaDetective

93. The Illusionist's Last Act

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The Illusionist's Last Act was a case that blurred the line between reality and magic.

A famous illusionist vanished in the middle of his final performance
, leaving the audience and the world baffled.

We were called in to investigate what was initially thought to be a well-crafted trick.

Our investigation led us behind the scenes of the illusionist's world, a maze of secrets and tricks.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when we discovered a secret compartment in the stage, but no sign of the illusionist.

We delved into the illusionist's past, uncovering rivalries and debts.

Our big break came from an anonymous tip, leading us to a secluded location.

We found the illusionist, alive but in hiding, his disappearance a stunt gone wrong.

He had been threatened and feared for his life, turning his final act into an escape.

The revelation of the truth behind his disappearance captivated the public.

The case was a mix of suspense, intrigue, and the art of illusion.

It highlighted the dangers that can lurk behind the glamorous façade of entertainment.

The Illusionist's Last Act was more than a case; it was a lesson in the power of perception.

It remains one of the most enigmatic and theatrical cases of my career. - u/MagicMirrorCop

94. The Forgotten Astronaut

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The Forgotten Astronaut case was as unusual as it was mysterious.

We received a report of an old, abandoned space capsule discovered in a remote area.

The capsule bore insignia from a long-defunct space program, raising numerous questions.

Our investigation led us into the world of space exploration and forgotten heroes.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering the capsule's logbooks and recordings, indicating a secret mission.

We tracked down retired engineers and scientists who had worked on the program.

They revealed the story of an astronaut who had embarked on a covert space mission and was never publicly acknowledged.

Our search uncovered personal items and mementos left behind by the astronaut.

The case became a journey to honor this unsung hero's legacy and bring closure to their story.

We organized a memorial, attended by former colleagues and family members.

The Forgotten Astronaut case was a poignant reminder of the sacrifices made in the pursuit
of exploration and discovery.

It attracted media attention, shedding light on a forgotten chapter of the space race.

This case was more than just an investigation; it was a tribute to a lost hero.

It remains one of the most emotionally impactful and historically significant cases of my career. - u/StarSeekerDetective

95. The Haunted Mansion Mystery

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The Haunted Mansion Mystery was a case straight out of a Gothic novel.

We were called to investigate strange occurrences at an old mansion, recently inherited by a young heir.

Reports of ghostly apparitions, unexplained noises, and moving objects had the locals spooked.

Skeptical but curious, we began our nightly vigils in the mansion.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when we experienced a chilling apparition in the grand hall.

Delving into the mansion's history, we uncovered tales of family feuds and hidden secrets.

Our investigation revealed concealed rooms and hidden passageways.

We discovered that the haunting was a ruse by a disgruntled relative to scare the heir away.

The resolution of the case brought relief to the heir and ended the mansion's eerie reputation.

The Haunted Mansion Mystery was a blend of detective work, history, and a touch of the paranormal.

It gained local fame, with the mansion becoming a curious landmark.

This case was a reminder of how myths and legends can overshadow the truth.

It was one of my most memorable cases, intertwining reality with the supernatural.

The Haunted Mansion remains a fascinating story of mystery and family legacy. - u/GhostlyTruthCop

96. The Labyrinth of Mirrors

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The Labyrinth of Mirrors was a case that challenged our perceptions.

A renowned artist's unique mirror maze installation in the city's art district had become the scene of a perplexing mystery.

Visitors reported disorienting experiences and missing belongings after navigating the maze.

We initially suspected simple theft, but the case quickly spiraled into something more bizarre.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was when we experienced the maze's disorienting effects firsthand, questioning our own reality.

We discovered that the maze was designed with complex optical illusions, making it a perfect setup for pickpockets.

Delving deeper, we found that the artist had unwittingly created a haven for a network of thieves.

Our operation to apprehend the culprits involved a tactical navigation of the perplexing maze.

After a series of strategic maneuvers, we caught the thieves in the act.

The case brought to light the unintended consequences of immersive art installations.

The Labyrinth of Mirrors became a symbol of the fine line between art and reality.

It drew attention from art critics and security experts, igniting debates about public safety in art spaces.

This case was a unique fusion of artistic intrigue and criminal investigation.

It remains one of the most challenging and unconventional cases of my career, a true test of perception and reality. - u/MirrorMazeCop

97. The Secret of the Old Mill

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As a detective, the Secret of the Old Mill case took me back to classic mystery novels.

It started with reports of strange noises and lights coming from an abandoned mill on the outskirts of town.

The mill, once a thriving hub, had been deserted for decades, adding to the mystery.

Initial investigations suggested it might be teenagers playing pranks, but the reality was far more intriguing.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment came when we discovered a hidden basement under the mill.

Inside, we found a high-tech setup for a counterfeit currency operation.

It turned out the mill had been a front for this illegal activity for years.

The operation to shut down the mill and catch the perpetrators was a race against time.

We faced unexpected challenges, including traps set to deter intruders.

The case drew attention to the issue of modern counterfeiting techniques.

The Secret of the Old Mill became a tale of old meets new – a historic setting for a very modern crime.

It was a reminder that sometimes the most innocuous places hide the darkest secrets.

The case was a blend of old-school detective work and high-tech crime-solving.

It remains one of the most intriguing and successful operations of my career. - u/MillMysteryCop

98. The Vanished Composer

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The Vanished Composer was a case that hit close to home, blending my love for music with my duty as a detective.

A famous composer disappeared without a trace just days before the premiere of his anticipated symphony.

His disappearance left the music world in shock and his family desperate for answers.

We delved into his life, uncovering pressures, rivalries, and hidden struggles.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was finding a series of encrypted messages in his compositions.

Decoding these led us to a secluded cabin where the composer had been hiding.

He revealed that he had staged his disappearance to escape the mounting pressures of fame and success.

The operation to bring him back was delicate, balancing his emotional state with the legal implications.

His return was a relief to the music community and his family.

The case brought to light the often-ignored mental health issues in the creative arts.

The Vanished Composer became a story of talent, pressure, and the cost of fame.

It was a poignant reminder of the human side behind public figures.

This case was more than an investigation; it was a journey into the heart of artistic vulnerability.

It remains one of the most emotionally challenging and rewarding cases of my career. - u/SilentMaestroCop

99. The Midnight Express

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The Midnight Express was a case that felt like a leap into an action-packed thriller.

Reports of a rogue train, dubbed the Midnight Express, speeding through the city at night began to emerge.

This phantom train was elusive, appearing randomly without any pattern.

Our investigation led us into the depths of the city's railway network.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was when we first caught sight of the train, a high-speed chase on rails.

We discovered the train was remotely controlled, part of an elaborate heist to transport stolen goods.

The operation to stop the Midnight Express involved coordinating with railway authorities and using cutting-edge technology.

We finally intercepted the train in a dramatic showdown, recovering the stolen goods.

The case highlighted the vulnerabilities in the city's transportation infrastructure.

The Midnight Express became a symbol of modern-day train heist tactics.

It was a high-adrenaline case, combining elements of technology, speed, and crime.

The media coverage of the case was sensational, with the public captivated by the chase.

This case was a test of our resourcefulness and response to unconventional crimes.

It remains one of the most action-packed and technologically challenging cases of my career. - u/RailRunnerCop

100. The Lighthouse Keeper's Secret

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The Lighthouse Keeper's Secret was a case that seemed to be plucked straight from a coastal legend.

We were called to investigate peculiar happenings at an old, isolated lighthouse on the rugged coast.

Local lore spoke of the lighthouse being haunted by its former keeper, who had mysteriously vanished years ago.

Our investigation began skeptically, but strange occurrences soon had us questioning the ordinary.

The "Oh Sh*t" moment was discovering a hidden room in the lighthouse, untouched for decades.

Inside, we found the keeper's personal belongings and journals detailing a hidden treasure.

This revelation turned our investigation into a treasure hunt, tracing the keeper's steps.

We followed clues leading to a nearby cave, known for treacherous tides.

Inside the cave, we discovered the treasure - a trove of historic maritime artifacts.

The case brought to light the keeper's secret life as a collector of lost sea relics.

The Lighthouse Keeper's Secret became a tale of mystery, history, and the sea.

It drew interest from historians and treasure hunters alike, eager to learn about our findings.

This case was a blend of nautical adventure and detective work, a journey into the past.

It remains one of my most memorable cases, revealing secrets hidden by the sea. - u/CoastalChroniclesCop

I wouldn't be able to do that job...

1. At the Cusp

2. Should I Really Be Doing This?

3. The S**t Magnet

4. Irony at the A&E

5. #TalesFromTheSquadCar

6. Close Shave

7. Add Two Commercial Breaks & Throw it on Cops

8. Need for Speed: Jurassic Park,

9. Bonus Episode

10. Crime, Corruption, and Devotion

11. I Was “Voluntold”

12. I Chose a Different Profession

13. Foaming at the Mouth

14. The Last Stand

15. I’m French, OK?

16. Paramedics Have Seen Some S**t Too

17. Butterfingers and Howitzers

18. 70 lbs of Pure Muscle

19. The Boondock Saint

20. Can’t Choose Just One,

21. Give Them a Hug

22. CCTV & A/C

23. Rolling an 8

24. Make Sure You Have the Whole Story

25. Santa Was Accused of Shoplifting

26. Superman

27. The 23-Yard Rule

28. He Was Probably The Joker

29. No More Half Measures

30. Don’t, It’s Awesome and You Won’t Want to Stop

31. "The Abandoned Warehouse Encounter" by u/NightShiftBlues

32. "The Midnight Highway Chase" by u/ChaseThrillSeeker

33. "The Silent Alarm Surprise" by u/QuietStormCop

34. "The House Call Horror" by u/SuburbanShield

35. "The Unseen Threat" by u/UrbanGuardian

36. "The Bridge Standoff" by u/EdgeOfTheNight

37. "The Hidden Room Mystery" by u/SecretsUnveiled

38. "The Blizzard Rescue" by u/FrostlineHero

39. "The School Lockdown" by u/SafeHavenPatrol

40. "The Undercover Operation" by u/DeepCoverEcho

41. "The Lost Child" by u/UrbanSentinel

42. "The Rooftop Standoff" by u/HighRiseHawk

43. "The Silent Alarm" by u/NightWatchGuardian

44. "The Flood Rescue" by u/RiverGuard

45. "The Unexpected Hero" by u/CityBeatKeeper

46. "The Gas Station Encounter" by u/MidnightPatrol

47. "The Abandoned Factory Mystery" by u/UrbanExplorerCop

48. "The Silent Witness" by u/CrimeSceneSleuth

49. "The Blizzard Shift" by u/FrostLinePatrol

50. "Crossroads of Fate" by u/HeartbeatOfTheCity

51. The Abandoned Warehouse

52. The Highway Chase

53. The Silent Alarm

54. The Missing Child

55. The Unexpected Rescue

56. The Rooftop Standoff

57. The Underground Chase

58. The Forest Encounter

59. The Flash Flood Rescue

60. The Hostage Crisis

61. The Hidden Chamber

62. The Inferno Rescue

63. The High-Speed Chase

64. The Stormy Night Rescue

65. The Abandoned Asylum Mystery

66. The Collapsed Bridge Incident

67. The Secret Bunker

68. The Midnight Circus Heist

69. The Abandoned Mine Mystery

70. The Haunted Hotel Investigation

71. The Forgotten Village Mystery

72. The Art Heist

73. The Airport Conspiracy

74. The Ghost Ship

75. The Underground City

76. The Lunar Eclipse Heist

77. The Phantom Train

78. The Masked Ball Mystery