Reading about emergency responders’ ghost encounters may sometimes seem like you're browsing the unbelievable pages of a National Enquirer. UFOs, poltergeists, or just about any other reference to the supernatural or anything that cannot be easily explained seldom, if ever, are mentioned within the mainstream media, or, if reported at all, they're too often met with disbelief, extreme skepticism, and the claim that such tales are pranksters' hoaxes or conspiracy theories. Generally anyone who worked in public office or a position of authority is extremely reluctant ever to come out and claim they have experienced something supernatural.
Now, thanks to the internet and the ability to remain fairly anonymous on websites such as Reddit, you can read many first responders' stories of paranormal encounters. The following stories of the supernatural and paranormal from police and first responders incude cops revealing their encounters with ghosts, detectives hearing invisible children who then leave them notes, EMTs who find pulses when they least expect one, and sheriffs discovering corpse break-ins. Have a warm cup of tea ready as you read, because these will give you chills!
"Former EMT/ Firefighter here. One night we got a call to do a wellness check on someone who dialed 911 but didn't respond to the operator.
We pull up to the address, and the house looks perfectly quaint, and a little old lady greets us at the door. We asked her if she knew who placed the call but she told us that she lived alone since her husband died.
We barely got back to the station before a call comes in again, same address as before. So we drive back out, talk to the old lady again, then leave again.
And just as we get back to the station, same call, same address, no response. We drive out there again, believing that the old lady must have been confused. But this time when we pulled into the driveway the old lady wasn't at the door to greet us.
There was no reply at the door, but it was unlocked. We take a peek inside to find the old lady was on the floor and wasn't breathing. We rushed in to help and got her to a hospital in stable condition.
When she woke up in the ambulance, she still claimed that she never called us and that we arrived almost immediately after she had fallen (it was a 15-minute drive to her house from the station).
Before she was admitted to the hospital, she asked me and another EMT if we could bring her knitting needles and bag of clothes, to her in the hospital. I offered to pick up her stuff because I had a friend who lived in that area and we were gonna hang out anyway.
I pick up my friend and drive to the lady's house. I ran inside to grab the bag and knitting stuff while my buddy sat in the car. But just as I was leaving I swear I felt a hand on my back and heard a voice say 'Thank you.'
When I get back in the car, my friend asked me, 'Why couldn't the lady's husband bring her stuff to the hospital?' I explained that her husband was dead, but when I said that my friend said: 'But I saw an old guy in the window, he smiled and waved at me.'
At first, I refused to believe in anything supernatural, so I called the police and asked them to do a sweep of the house (I thought it was a squatter). Nothing was out of the ordinary, and no one was inside.
I later brought my friend to visit the lady. He started describing the old dude who was in the window, but the old lady almost immediately started tearing up and said: 'That's my Harold.'"
"I’m a detective and spent some time as an expert on sex crimes and crimes against children. It was the best /worst assignment I’ve had. One case I had came in at midnight. A young woman with a toddler comes into one of the precincts to report her ex-boyfriend raped her during a custody argument. Long story short — it was legit, and one of the most violent and sadistic cases I’ve ever had so I’ll spare the gruesome details. I still have no idea how this woman made her own way to a precinct with a toddler.
Part of the investigation requires me to talk to the toddler (victim said the toddler was present for everything). I’m a Child Forensic interviewer as well. During the interview the toddler recalls their father becoming angry and hitting the mom. Then, the toddler said that the 'nice woman' showed up and she couldn’t see past the nice woman. The 'nice woman' held her and told her that they were both going to be safe and sang her a song in a different language. The toddler said the Nice Woman went over to the front door and knocked on the door. Then, the nice woman help them and their mom to the car before flying away.
In the victim’s interview, she said that her ex-boyfriend had a knife to her throat and put it to the skin to cut her throat open, but he got distracted for some reason then ran out of the apartment. She had no explanation why.
The suspect was caught about eight hours later. He confessed to absolutely everything. When I asked him about the knife to the throat he said this:
I swear to God I was gonna cut the b*tch’s throat open. But I thought I heard a knock at the door and thought it was the police. Once I saw it was clear, I ran outside.”
He is now serving life in prison, and the mom and toddler are safe and doing well. I’d love to know more about the Nice Woman."
"I was an EMT for a while. We got a call about someone who was riding their bike at a 'break-neck speed' when they hit a car head first without a helmet. We went over immediately. Despite the fact that it was broad daylight and we were in the middle of suburbia on a Saturday, nobody even came to check on this poor guy. Seriously, the streets were empty. Usually a massive crowd gathers around violent accidents like this.
So his skull was pretty much smashed in and he was unresponsive. It was the worst head injury I'd ever seen. We assessed that he had a major skull fracture, a concussion, and he was bleeding profusely. He was also missing teeth and had a minor road rash, but fortunately he wasn't missing much skin. To give you an idea of how bad it was, this was the kind of injury that most people don't survive. If you did survive, you'd basically be a crippled vegetable. Normally we would've moved him off the road, but when someone has a head/neck injury that isn't very safe.
My partner, who was also training me as I was still kinda new, went to check his pulse while I began to unload our gear. He crouched down, felt for a pulse for a while, and then stood up and opened his mouth to say something. Suddenly, the guy f*cking jumped up. He didn't use his arms to pick himself up, he just f*cking jumped to his feet. It startled the two of us. He looked at us, smiled, and attempted to grab his bike. We tried to stop him, but we didn't exactly want to wrestle him to the ground given his condition. He gets away from us and bolts into the woods without his bike. My partner was in even more disbelief than I was. He just stared at where the man had run off, mouth agape. Then he turned to me and muttered, 'He had no f*cking pulse, man.' I asked him if he was sure and he swore up and down that the biker was clinically dead.
We contacted the authorities for assistance and they sent a search and rescue team into the forest. I don't know if he was found or not, because we normally don't get much information about patients after they go to the professionals.... My best guess is that he went to a loved one's house out of confusion. What I found odd about that is, head injuries bleed like f*cking hell, so you'd think the guy would leave a long red trail of blood for the cops to follow."
"Worked as a police officer in a small town in rural Nebraska. Back in the '90s, I was patrolling through town in winter. We had several abandoned houses in town, but one seemed to have the attraction of copper thieves, so we were told to keep an eye on it. Drove by it around 7:00 pm, since it sat on a corner lot, I had a clear view of all four sides of the house. As I drove around the corner. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. About two hours later I drive by again and the back door is wide open. I know that the back door was not open when I drove by it earlier. Looking at the snow on the ground around the house, there were no footprints. So I think, 'What the hell?'
Call dispatch, tell them I'm investigating an open door at that address and ask for a county sheriff to start my way. I walk to the open door, pull out my flashlight and shine it inside. The house has obviously been gutted for the most part. The plaster walls have been torn down, debris piles everywhere. Since there were no footprints in the snow around the door other than mine, and with all the dust on the floor not showing any footprints, I chalk it up to the wind or maybe the door just opened on its own. I was about to secure the door when I heard a loud thump come from upstairs and what sounded like kids laughing. So I enter the house and yell out, 'Police department, come downstairs!' More of what sounds like kids playing. I tell dispatch that it sounds like there are kids in the house and start making my way through the kitchen into the living room where the stairs are. All the while cautiously checking the main floor.
Two more times I hear something upstairs, but since I've had no response, I start thinking maybe it's an animal. Still, I hear what I'd swear was kids laughing. I head upstairs and it all gets quiet. The upstairs is relatively small with a hallway at the top of the stairs that has one bedroom on the right, one straight ahead at the end of the hall, and a bedroom on the left. As I get to the top of the stairs, I hear a thump in the bedroom to the left. I carefully peek around the door and it's an empty room with a small pile of plaster and wood debris in the middle.
No kidding, sitting on top of the pile of debris was a page torn out of a child's book with a picture of a police officer on it. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, I got out of that room, quickly cleared the other rooms upstairs and got the f*ck out of there. Told dispatch nobody was in the house, locked the back door and never went back in there again."