Unless you personally know a police officer, there are lots of things you didn't know about cops. For one, they've probably witnessed some crazy things during their searches on both persons and in houses. These cops from Reddit describe the creepiest things they have found while looking through houses on duty. Their accounts provide a small window into their day-to-day jobs to show just how dark and scary the world can be.
It is common knowledge that police officers deal with the dregs of society on a daily basis. However, these Reddit stories highlight the worst things cops have witnessed, and it is truly the stuff of nightmares. From exploding bodies to a corpse turned into a birdhouse, these are the most gruesome tales from the men in blue. Vote up the creepiest tales of what cops have discovered in homes across America.
From user phormix:
"This one wasn't mine, but from an EMT friend. It's also maybe not so much creepy as nasty, but it makes my hair stand on end whenever I think on it.
In one of the apartments in a nearby city, the apartment manager went in to investigate a really bad smell in one of the lower units. Apparently, people all around it were complaining. Once he saw what was up, he called the ambulance.
So first-responders show up - which includes said EMT friend - and there's this lady sitting on the couch. There's also something squirmy going on down below in her underpants area. So they check her out, and in the process remove said undergarments. Out falls a swarm of maggots. Yes, her lady-bits were covered in them.
Apparently, said individual had a fairly strong substance abuse problem. Some of the needles she poked into her nethers, which caused an infection. This led to rotting flesh, which attracted flies, which in turn led to maggots. The worst part? She was NOT dead - just so drugged up that she basically never noticed that she was literally rotting and falling apart from the waist down."
From user imcodefour:
“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 Xs. 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 renter's dog, who 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 extent of what had happened to him. His jaw had been dislocated on both sides when he was beat by two 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.”
From user catattackjack:
"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 centers. [...]
One guy that we had met before just decided one afternoon to start destroying sh*t in the commission set of units he lived at. He was going f*cking off. Kicking through latticing, throwing pot plants off of buildings at passers-by, 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 f*ck had happened.
The house is a clusterf*ck. Somehow, he had fit two Coles trolleys inside and was using them as furniture. The whole place smelt of rotting food and sh*t. 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 sealed 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 sh*t 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 [it], talking to my partner that it might be [a] really coarse 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."
From user ASalutetoArrogance:
“Not a cop, but a former officer of the law told me this years ago. I will let you decide if he's full of sh*t or not.
The officer had responded to a parent's call to arrest their son, whom they were convinced had relapsed on meth. What had tipped them off was when the son had started blasting both thrash metal and [adult films] on max volume from his bedroom and locked himself in.
Communication with the kid was impossible with the noise. However, the officer's partner had been able to glance into the kid's window and could see that he was sitting motionless in front of his computer. He was shirtless, but otherwise everything seemed rather normal.
With permission from the parents, the officers decided to push through the lock.
Moans and groans and relentless guitar deafened the ears. The only light illuminating the room was the bluish hue of the computer monitor.
The kid's face was a distorted grin, stretching to his lip's furthest limits. He wasn't shirtless - he was in fact naked and drenched in sweat.
And in his right hand, cupped like a chalice were his testicles... Which he had ripped off in a flurry of drug-induced self-mutilation."