35 Law Officers Share The Most Disturbing Things They’ve Seen On Duty (Trigger Warning)

Not my story, but I'd like to share this one.

My mom used to do baby daycare in our house. It was awesome. The dad of one of the girls she took care of was a cop. He would usually pick his daughter up and talk a little with my mother. Being a cop he usually had some funny or interesting story to tell.

One day he looked pretty pale. Earlier that day he had to go to an accident. A biker had been speeding and was not wearing a helmet. He lost control and slammed against a street sign. His face hit the underside of the sign, but his body went under the sign. This result in the weight of his body dragging his face along the underside of the sign and peeling off his face...

Yeah, not a pretty sight.

My buddy with Cleveland fire/ems gets regular calls for passed out motorists in the popular bar neighborhoods. 99 times out of 100 it is someone passed out drunk in their car. If the car is in park, but still running, he and his crew like to hop out of their rig and surround the car and start running in place, shaking the car and screaming for the 'driver' to STOP THE CAR! They love watching the drunks grab the wheel and practically stand on the brakes.

If the driver wakes up, and slams on the brakes, they have him get out of the car and find an alternate way home avoiding a DUI with a funny story. If the person doesn't respond, emergency extrication.

I'm not in law enforcement, bu a buddy of mine is an MP. The craziest thing he told me he had every encounter was when one of the other soldiers were complaining to a doctor that he had a pain in his a*s. The doc took a look and told him "it looks likes someone has been f*****g you in the a*s". The guy freaked out went to the MP's and the MP' staged a small sting operation on the soldiers living quarters. The soldier only had another room mate. What they found was that when he would go to sleep his room mate would chloroform him, putting him into a deep sleep, then he would f**k him in the a*s. The soldier would wake up with out remember a thing. So the MP's arrested his room mate, but they have no idea how many times his room mate r***d him.
tl;dr: guy was getting chloroformed by his room mate and then r***d.

My cousin was a cop and he told me some pretty insane stories. One time he got a call about a guy that fell onto the subway tracks and managed to move out of the way of the train just in time to not be crushed but ended up being stuck between the train and the side of the platform. When my cousin got there, the man was fully awake and even cracking jokes about his situation. To make a long story short, the only thing that was keeping him alive at this point was the train pressing on him and if you take away the train he would d*e. As they were picking up the train with a pump, the man just says that he feels bloated. Once the train got to a certain point, his head flopped down and he died.

Already posted but here's another one, investigating a m****r of a 19 year old girl when fingerprints come back that the knife that she was k****d with had HER fingerprints on them and wood residue trapped in them. Basicly I had to tell her parents that she had k****d herself by putting a knife in a partially closed door and ran backwards into it to make it look like a m****r so she could be buried in a Catholic cemetery...the chruch actually dug the poor girls body up and the parents had a body in their house for 2 days before they could rebury her.

That a 4 year old girl can keep a room immaculate - clean and tidy with books on her desk in a house where both her parents were hard core d**g users. The rest of the house had a patina of filth covering it, the front garden filled with c**p (both figuratively and literal human s**t) and scattered d**g paraphernalia throughout the property.

I'm a volunteer police officer in the UK, that was my 4th shift on duty. I threw up, cried, then went to the pub with my dad. He's been a copper over 35 years, will ask him if he has any stories.

EDIT
Emailed my dad to see if he had any and these were the ones he sent over

1)A couple of years into starting the job (mid-late 1970's) there was a fatality after someone jumped on the tracks by Battersea power station, he was sent on scene with a couple of other guys to pick up the body etc. It turns out that the impact of the train had decapitated the man, so they spent a couple of hours trying to find the head. My dad being the new guy got left out whilst the older guys went and had a brew up. He ended up finding the head and the only way to carry it by its hair. So he walked on foot, carrying the head by its hair, along the London streets to Belgravia police station.

2)He was policing a Chelsea football match in the early 1980's when he sees a group of lads moving through the crowds, so he heads in thinking its d***s. He collars the guy handing out the packages and feels one of the other chaps hit him twice in the back - knocking him to the ground. They scarper and he heads out to get the report issued over the radio, as hes walking up his Sarge says 'Refcon senior you feeling alright?' Turns out he hadnt been hit in the back but stabbed twice, and the blood was spreadinga cross the back of his jacket.

2nd Edit
Some musings he just sent me, I'm off from work to the pub now so will it here.
3)Back in the day he was on the Diplomatic Protection Group (DPG) when it started, but as they couldn't afford proper weapons they were issued with WW2 era Webley pistols from army stores. Except they weren't given holsters so they would wrap the pistol in plastic to keep it out of the rain then use string through their trouser belt staps to keep it on their hips. They were also short of ammo so when he guarded 10 Downing street the on duty coppers would have 2-3 rounds each expecting to go up against IRA who had AK-47s.

4)An Italian restaurant got taken over by some black power/yardie g**g members with guns but the lost the key to the local stations gun cabinet. So the Super rang up his misses and got her to drive in from the countryside with his shotguns till proper police weapons could be brought in.

5)He was on shift as a Sgt in the 90's at night, on a really quiet night. About 2am someone pressed their radio button and says 'I'm bored', transmitting across the whole of the Met radio net. About 10 minutes later the same copper comes on and says 'Is anything happening, I'm so bloody bored'. After this 2nd message an inspect gets on the radio and says 'the officer transmitting, report your Warrent and shoulder number immediately'. To which the origional copper replies (all of this across the whole London Metropolitan Police Force radio) 'I said I was bored, not F*****g stupid!'

They bundle him into a car to drive him to the hospital, but as they aren't local lads they didn't know where the hospital was, so they drive around Fulham and Chelsea, till they see a lollypot lady and ask her for directions. They then drive to the wrong entrance in the hospital and end up taking my dad through the service exit and get lost trying to find the A&E, leaving him propped up against the wall in a corridor when they went to find a doctor.

UK Police officer here.

Unbroken pint glass up a**s.

Unbroken. Wide end first.

Got waved over by London Ambulance Service, asking us for help to move this guy onto a stretcher. So we carried him onto a stretcher, onto the ambulance, and went on our way.

I posted this before about a story from my brother, but here goes:

Brother was a city cop in a pretty h**h crime city, and this is when he had just started. He was helping serve a no knock search warrant on a suspected m**h d****r's place. They busted in, the d****r's there with his girlfriend, but no real resistance. The d****r is cooperative with the search (apparently it wasn't his first time), even showing them where he hid his money and d***s so they wouldn't tear the place up. But at one point they find a safe, and ask him what's in it. He suddenly becomes very reluctant and evasive, saying he doesn't know, and that he forgot the code. My brother is confused, because this guy already knows he is going to jail for dealing m**h, so it would have to be something really bad, like maybe a m****r weapon or something. The guy won't give up the code and is stil acting like he doesn't know it. so finally they get a locksmith to get the safe open. And when they finally do, lo and behold:

Big

Black

D***o

The guy had just been caught dealing d***s, but he didn't want the cops to find his huge plastic dong he kept IN A SAFE. My brother was thoroughly confused by m**h heads after that.

Edit*: Two more. My brother once arrested a couple of people with interesting names. His favorite was a man named Dannyboy Sharky. Must have been black Irish. Runner up was Alpacino Scarface.

Last one: Back int he 80's my best friend's dad was taking him on a drive along. Only problem was, he worked in a pretty s****y part of the city, but it was daytime so he didn't think there would be any problems. As he was driving down the street, he sees a c*******d taking a dump between two cars. He pulls up next to the guy, points, and says 'That's why you do your homework, son'.

10 years on so I have a few:

Got into a foot pursuit with a wanted gang member. Little guy was pretty fast and beat me into an apartment building. I was close enough to see him run onto the top floor and heard a door slam. Now it was a process of elimination. Came to the fourth apartment on the floor and the kid that answered was a fellow gang member of the runner. He let me poke around but said his female roommate was in the shower after just getting home. Knocked on the door and a voice, clearly not female but in an attempt to sound like it, said "I'm busy!" it was sing-songy and hilarious. I called a couple of my buddies in to wait "her" out and eventually the kid/owner let us into the bathroom with a key. The runner was standing in a steaming hot shower, fully clothed and still out of breath. Best part - he threw up all over the owner's carpet on the way out.

Also, while on patrol late one night, came upon two homeless guys in an alley behind a store. An open crate of eggs lay next to them as the one was smashing the other from behind. In horror I noticed half the eggs were missing - cheap lube! No one went to jail, I just made sure it was consensual and told them to go somewhere more private. To this day, "egg cracker" is our code word for guys of that persuasion.

I was babysitting an arrestee at a hospital ER once. He was there for a mental evaluation, and was well known for his umm "antics". Apparently he had a thing for a**lly fisting himself and pulling his own guts out, and I remember one of the security guards there who had known him from previous hospital stays telling me "Now keep your eyes on him because he'll do it again, and he's fast". Sure enough, about 20 minutes later. The guard was right, he was fast. Up to the elbow too.

Not a cop but on the other end. At 16 a week after getting my drivers license just after Halloween. Me and some friends were driving around and thought it would be funny to steal the giant balloons from car dealers. So we pulled them down and shoved them in the back. (they hardly fit in the door) At some point I put on the surgeons gown my friend had for halloween. Later I put on the green female M&m coustume one of my other friends had on for Halloween. Not sure why but also blue latex gloves. Well fast forward 4 hrs we drop our friend off and I start to drive home. Giant balloon in the back seat, latex gloves, M&m costume, and now what looks like a blue dress under. I was really tired and having just received my drivers license turned from a one way onto a two way. Pulled into the wrong lane of traffic for a few seconds. (It was 4am in a small town not a car on the road) as I relize and pull into my lane a cop turns the corner and pulls me over. The look on his face was priceless.

I've been in law enforcement for little over 4 years in a rural part of the Midwest. For the past 3 summers the air force practiced flying low to the ground or whatever they do. But every time they do we would get like 10 911 calls saying terrorist were flying planes going to b**b something. It got so bad our office had to put a bulletin out saying it was the air force and no need to worry about them. Also got to shoot a emu and work a train vs 3 camels accident.

My old man was an LAPD Officer for 26 years, most of it in supervisory roles. Two come to mind; they aren't that crazy or unexplainable, but they're amusing at least:

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A pursuit is going through his division (the ever infamous Rampart Division! Yes, that one!) and on it's way out to another. It so happens his officers are the officers tied to the chase, so he heads out in front of the chase to the next division's headquarters. He just happened to be there a couple weeks earlier doing some combat training with officers, so he knew the lay of the land pretty well.

It comes across the radio that the pursuit has transferred to an on foot pursuit. They're listening on their radios out in the parking lot and realize right away: this idiot is lost, and he's hopping fences *towards* the police station! So my dad moseys over to the wall on that side of the lot..

And this dude comes right over the wall and lands, to quote the interview he gave to the local paper; "In my arms." Most confused perp ever.

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This goes back to the "King Riots" (The LA Riots as most people know them). My dad and a group of officers are hanging out on the roof of the division building, taking a nap. (They weren't allowed to leave LA City Limits during the Riots because there was a good chance that they'd get k****d, so they just slept where they were.) It happens the old Rampart station (now decommissioned; but can be seen in some old Dragnet and COPS footage) has a multi-level parking structure, and getting to/from the roof is as easy as hopping up from the top level of the parking structure.

So everyone is asleep except this one joker of an officer. He's pretty senior, a P3 back then if I remember, and he's bored, itchy, and remembers.. they have a g*****n tear gas launcher loaded with dummy/rubber in one of the trunks. He hatches a terribly wasteful plan.

What proceeds to happen is everyone wakes up to a godawful boom. They lurch, run to the lip of the roof, weapons all up and scanning for what the hell caused this. Meanwhile, Officer Idiot is acting the same, but looking kind of suspicious.

So my dad, being the supervisor of the hour (night shift supervisor), wanders away to the parking lot to check the cars (flipping/burning patrol cars has always been an LA past time) they all look fine at first.

Then he notices smoke coming from the trunk of a car. He pops trunk, wanders back "Officer Idiot, did you discharge this weapon?"

F*****g laughter, dude falls apart, can't keep his s**t together anymore.

"Okay, that's funny, but you're taking a leave and a writeup on this one. Now.. where'd the round go?"

Not my story and pretty self explanatory but a cop I know (Baltimore City) found a guy stopped at a red light unconscious with his foot on the brake pedal and a needle hanging out of his arm at like four in the morning.

The dude had sh*t up while driving and nodded out at the light.

This was actually off duty. I was hanging out with some friends in a bar when a fight broke out. I responded instictively although I was already more than a few drinks in. I got in there, pulled out the instigator and called for back up. I didn't get a call back immediately which is normal on my personal phone so I decided to take this one into the station myself, it wasn't far away and it would count as overtime so it seemed worthwhile. In the end, it turns out I was never a policeman. Had to let the perp go.