Being a cop sounds kind of thrilling... until it's terrifying. (Like when you conduct house searches.Redditor thenewstoryline got the proverbial ball rolling with the following question:
Cops of Reddit. What's the creepiest thing you've found during a house search?It turns out that plenty of people were willing to share their experiences with the rest of us––and some of these are downright chilling. Read on!
WARNING: Some sensitive subject matter ahead. To help you out, you will occasionally run into a short break in the form of a gif.HOUSE SEARCH #1:
My very first dead guy had been in his house for almost a week during a very hot July with no A/C... Did you know that you skin will become clear and you can see EVERYTHING? He popped when the funeral home came to get him. Yes, popped. Some people, they're not bothered by this. Me? No no no. I don't have the stomach. This is the only part of the job that bothers me.HOUSE SEARCH #2:
My dad answered a domestic call at an apartment on the 23rd floor. As soon as he walked in he saw blood everywhere. In pools on the floor, spatter on the walls and ceiling, smeared all over everything. He walked further in to find a woman crumpled on the floor, battered beyond recognition, and the partner is standing in front of an open window. My dad started to talk to the man, to coax him into coming with, and the man immediately turned around and stepped out the window, falling 70m to his death.
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I spent my first year as a constable in an inner city suburb of Queensland. Now, of the population of this area, something like 40% was reserved for government commissioned housing for rehabilitated criminals and persons released from mental health assessment centres. So here was a share of creepy shit, but to be fair for the most part, the people we dealt with were more like cartoon characters than super shady creeps but they had there moments. One guy that we had met before just decided one afternoon to start destroying shit in the commission set of units he lived at. He was going fucking off. Kicking through latticing, throwing pot plants off of buildings at passers-bys, stealing and collecting people's shoes, smashing car windows. After about 15 minutes of mayhem, he must have ran out of steam and gone back to his unit. That's where we found him and he decided to bung on a turn. He just would not stop screaming and bashing his head and face into any surface or object he could find. Eventually we got a van with a pod and secured him, then we went back into the the house to figure out what the fuck had happened. The house is a cluster fuck. Somehow he had fit 2 Coles trolleys inside and was using them as furniture. The whole place smelt of rotting food and shit. On the coffee table (if you can call it that) are a series of scrawled notes of just expletives (again, not massive mental function with this guy) and a wooden box. Inside the wooden box, was about 100 small clip seal bags. Over half the bags had a brown granular organic material in them, the others had clear crystal like stuff in them. The brown bags were somewhat organised from smallest to largest staples. Now with the type of people we had in the area, we had all sorts of wonderful ways these people got high. We were used to seeing weird shit that people would ingest. So we don't recognise these bags, but we've got a pretty good idea it's a narcotic of some kind. So of course, we examine these bags and the contents. There is enough there to test if need be so I get one of these bags and empty the contents to see it better. So these "samples" of brown material. They've got flecks of colour and little tendril like hairs, not unusual for a plant derivative to have. But I've never seen it before, so I'm looking at it as I hold talking to my partner that it might be really course hash derivative or a byproduct of production of something else. Khat maybe. Might explain why this guy went nuts. A dog unit officer who assisted with the arrest comes in. He sees the scene, looks at the coffee table looks, looks at the bags, looks at me holding the contents of one in the palm of my hand. And straight away says "that guys got golden staph, he's been collecting scabs...." This guy had been picking at a golden staph infection on his leg, collecting the scabs, organising them into smallest to largest, and then eating them. The small yellow crystals? Snot and crust from his nose. Same end goal. Tldr; I responded to a disturbance call and fondled the real life Goldmembers personal stash by mistake. Shit was fucked. I bought shares in Purcell hand sanitizer after that.
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Tiny, quiet, southern town. Whole family that had been dead for a week. Their teenage daughters boyfriend who she met online was visiting from across the country. Step dad, mother, daugher and her friend all murderered and hacked up by an ax. The mom was a professor at my university a block away and when she didnt show up to work for a few days cops went to house and talked toHOUSE SEARCH #5:
murderer who gave them some plausible excuse so they left. He stayed in the house for a full week before leaving. The cops went back when neighbors reported the smell. They caught the guy at rhe airport about to fly home.
Dude had three years worth of videos he took of boys and men of all ages using the public library bathroom. He said it was common for guys to go in there and jack off. I had no idea. He said most people had no idea they were being recorded...others knew, just didn't care. He also had two external hard drives full of every kind of twisted porn imaginable...again, involving all ages.HOUSE SEARCH #6:
I used to volunteer with my local PD. Nothing will beat the old lady who passed away in her house and her little dog ate her face. Literally just the skin from the jaw line to the hair line and from ear to ear. It left the eyeballs in the sockets. Just a skeleton in a lady suit, doing the 1000 yard stare.HOUSE SEARCH #7:
Trooper here. Responded to a fight between two brothers and another unrelated black male. All these guys were in their late thirties, early forties. Get them separated. They were all drunk. Turns out the bigger of the two brothers and the other male were fighting over who got to have sex with the other brother. They had been raping him for a while. All three were low functioning.HOUSE SEARCH #8:
Creepiest: A dead guy. But not just your average dead guy. This guy died on his couch, surrounded by no less than 1500 Miller Lite cans. Plus, he had no friends or family. None. He was retired and his electric bill was auto deducted from his checking account. He died, on his couch, and no one realized it for 5 months. When we found him, the top (front really, because he was on his back) was completely skeletonized. But the bottom (or back, against the couch) was still meaty and rotting. The half skeleton was kinda creepy. But its really creepy and sad that this guy left this world and it didnt affect anyone. Just gone and forgotten.
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Super late to this but I'll post anyway. We went to an apartment which was a local drug den. A female we knew called and said the male renter had been assaulted and she had run. We got there and the door was bolted shut. I kicked the door over and over again and it wouldn't open. What I found out later is the dope team had done a search warrant on the apartment a couple weeks earlier and afterward the tenants had reinforced the door jamb with a metal plate. It took me a total of 22 times kicking the door before I broke the deadbolt in half which flew across the room and hit the wall. We made entry; guns drawn and started clearing the apartment. This place was the kind of spooky I have only seen in places where a lot of Meth is done. It was dark, there were swastikas, 666, upside down pentagrams, etc painted on the wall, pictures of faces hung on the wall with the eyes X'd out and baby dolls with their eyes scratched out into X's. As we cleared the first room we started seeing the blood. First on the bed, then a trail on the floor leading into the back room. The layout was weird; one main room, then a back room which was more of a hallway and a bathroom at the end of that hall. We followed the trail of blood down the hall to the bathroom door. In front of the door was the renters dog which was shaking uncontrollably and pissing all over the floor, scared out of its mind. As we got closer the dog got really aggressive because it was scared. I made my way around the dog and entered the bathroom where I found the renter hunched over in the shower, bleeding from his face, holding his cheeks with his hands. He was frantically trying to talk, pleading with us not to hurt his dog. Blood was dripping from his mouth and I couldn't understand him. Then I saw the extend of what had happened to him. His jaw had been dislocated on both sides when he was beat by 2 men with a hammer and it was just hanging there. As he was trying to plead with us he could only attempt to talk by flicking his blood covered tongue in the pattern of the words because his jaw didn't work at all.HOUSE SEARCH #10:
I was a fresh officer with dreams being a hero. I get dispatched to a call of a family fight. Not wife husband, but brother sister. The female was reporting the male had attacked her. I arrived and located a female and male. The male I knew from prior contacts. I detained him in handcuffs and quickly smelled the strong odor of pepper spray. I found out that after the male knocked off the females weave she pepper sprayed him. I knew there were different types of pepper spray, like gel. I'm walking around the house taking photos for my investigation and accessing the property damage. I noticed that in his room the odor from the pepper spray was extremely strong and made my eyes instantly water with a decent amount of stinging sensation. The fumes made it incredibly hard to breath and left me without the ability to breath at points, requiring that I leave the room to get fresh air. I find a brownish gel substance all over the walls in the shape of handprints. I photograph it and determine that it was the pepper gel that male suspect was wiping off of his face onto the wall. I found it odd that it was all over the walls and covered the room. I though this chick dusted him with the entire can of pepper gel. After some investigation I took the male to jail. I responded to the same house several days after for an unrelated medical issue. There were more family members at the house and the male was still in custody. I was having a conversation with the family as the hero firefighters were saving the day. I inquired if they had fully cleaned up the pepper spray from the males room. They gave me a strange look and told me there was none in there. I told them about the gel that was on the wall. I then sat there in horror as they explained to me this man had been, for years, cumming on his walls and playing with it. And the gel was in fact old cum and the fumes were the pungent smell of this man's cum room... My fucking God.H/T: Ask Reddit