17 People Discuss Weird, Unexplained Cases And Crime Scenes

From a formerRedditor:

I was in a junior police academy. A cop told us about a call they got. This is true. I will tell it with the details I know.

A married couple recently got married. Everything was fine. They worked toward the American dream. One day, the husband and wife woke up. The husband kissed his wife goodbye and left for work.

Nothing strange happened. The wife noticed the husband left his glasses. She knew he needed them for work. She tried calling him; he did not answer. She thought, "What the heck, I am not doing anything today." So, she dropped off his glasses for him. His work was not far away.

She got in the car and drove to her husband's job. While driving, she saw a car pulled onto a dirt road. She recognized it as her husband's car. She left the main road and drove down the dirt to see him. She saw him standing by the side of the road. She got out and called his name. He turned his head to look at her. He lit a match and instantly caught fire.

Cops showed a picture of his body burning in a fetal position, all charred. They never found out why he did it. There was no suicide note. No indication. Nothing.

From Redditor /u/OverFemaleUsername:

A lieutenant in my old department likes to tell the story. He was a beat cop in Northeastern Ohio in the '80s.

They got a call about car parts floating in a lake. They feared someone was trapped underwater. A dive team called in. They found fifteen cars parked in a row. These cars date from the 1950s. They sat about 25 feet below the surface. Water damage and rust made them look like they sat there for a long time.

Water damage and rust made them look like they had been there for a long time. It appeared they were in perfect working order. All identification was stripped off. The lake is natural and has existed forever.

They never figured out who placed the cars there, how, or why. The lieutenant thinks it was a high school prank.

From Redditor /u/laurenmichell:

One of my colleagues, a journalist, works with the Social Security Administration. They are trying to find the real identity of a Jane Doe. This person stole the name of a deceased two-year-old, changed it to another fake name, and then changed it again. Here is the story:

Apparently, she was an expert. She stole the name of a baby born in Cali who died in Washington. Then she changed her name in Idaho and went to college in Texas. Jumping between states makes it less likely people will get tripped up by state databases. But remember, she did this in the '80s, before you could simply Google "identity theft."

The family found all the evidence in a box labeled "crafts" in the back of her closet after she died. She was twice removed from the person they thought she was.

From Redditor /u/lmkarhoff:

I worked at an antique shop for a few months for an older lady in town. We lived in a small town of about 3000 people. This antique shop changed. It was an old building, probably built in the '50s. The front half remains an old store; the back half became an American Express shipping place.

I have no idea what this lady did here. Rows of shelves and huge boxes filled with documents and random Amex merchandise lined the space. We often had to pull specific "file" types from these boxes, pack them into smaller boxes, load them on a pallet, and wrap everything. We packed about 20 pallets, and a semi would come pick them up.

One night after finishing, I went home for my usual routine. A huge shipment of over 30 pallets of paper was ready to ship in a few days. The boss lady planned to stay late. She claimed she needed to finish last-minute details.

Four AM the next day. My friend who works there calls. He says the building is on fire. I drive by. The building burns. I think about losing my job. I go home. Twenty minutes later, our friend—the owner's daughter—calls. She tells us the owner was in the building and died there.

The fire department interviewed everyone and asked questions. Lots of paper fueled the fire, and they could not find the fire's start. They simply said they had no idea how it happened.

The mystery involves how the old lady paid us for the week the night before the fire (this was the middle of the week). We never told anyone; we all assumed it was on purpose. We heard stories about her marriage problems, but nothing was confirmed. I just want to know how the fire began. Was it electrical from the old wiring? Did she fall asleep and drop a lit cigarette? I need answers!

From Redditor /u/floatingbacon:

I worked a suicide where a man shot himself in the head twice. He had terminal cancer, so I never suspected murder. Three options exist: the gun misfired, muscle spasms after the first shot caused him to pull the trigger twice, or his spouse performed a mercy killing.

I contacted the homicide unit, and they decided it was probably a misfire.

From a formerRedditor:

About four years ago, I worked dispatch. At 11 pm, a resident called. He said he saw six diamond-shaped objects fly over his house at only a couple hundred feet, making no sound, and showing thousands of lights glowing from underneath.

No big deal. I thought it was just another crazy call. But he started by saying, "Listen, I'm not nuts. I know you get calls from crazy people, but I'm not one of them. I have this on video, and my whole family saw it."

He gave me their height, travel direction, and times. It sounded weird and crazy, but something about it sounded different. So, I sent someone out to check the guy and see the video.

The officer went out, saw the video, and wrote a report. He returned to the station. I joked as soon as he walked in, "So how crazy are they over there?" He answered straight, "That was something."

I called the nearest military air base. I asked to speak to a supervisor at their flight-control center. I gave her the time and area. She said nothing had been in that grid for hours. Feeling foolish, I told them I had to report a UFO. They took the info. I faxed them the report, and they said they would look into it.

I didn't think about it for two years. We only got that one phone call, and I heard nothing. Then, two years later, a friend in county training called. He asked if I dispatched that call.

When I said yes and told him the story, he explained. At his training, they taught how to handle weird events and calls. My dispatch was played, and he recognized the voice. He told me that night that exact report was called in over six times across the county in different spots.

I still have no idea what those lights were. The investigation left our hands.

From Redditor /u/20somethinghipster:

My buddy remodels foreclosures to sell them. The job usually meant picking up trash and repainting. In his second week, he entered a house full of the lower halves of animals.

Mostly cats and dogs had no top halves; they only had waists and below. He counted twelve from his spot, going all the way back to the truck to call hazmat. He told his boss about it, then took the rest of the day off.

From Redditor /u/TadamoriY:

I found a taped cardboard box on the front step of my parents' house. It looked like a package. I opened it. Inside was a VHS tape, cut. I wanted to know what was on it, so I fixed it and put it in the VCR.

The tape showed a middle-aged white man staring into the camera. It was really creepy. I don't recall if he spoke, but anything he said made no sense. I never figured out who left the tape on the steps or who the guy was. So strange...

From Redditor /u/Lauzi:

My uncle, a Hong Kong cop, patrolled alone. He got a smell complaint call from a nearby apartment. He went there, met the complainer, and found the smell's source.

He rang the doorbell. A little girl opened the door. Opening the door, he knew someone was dead. The little girl was about six years old. His uncle learned only the little girl and her mother lived in the apartment. They were immigrants from China.

My uncle entered the apartment. He saw a fresh meal. He went to the smell's room and found the woman's body.

The fresh meal puzzled my uncle. The little girl could not reach the stove or counter. He also wondered how a little girl could cook Chinese food. When he asked who made it, she said her mother.

Later, he learned the little girl's mother died of a stroke a week prior. He served as a Hong Kong cop for 30 years before moving to the US. The only logical explanation is relatives secretly cared for the girl, hiding them as undocumented immigrants.

From Redditor /u/godofwar:

I worked at a retirement home. A retired federal agent told me this:

In the early 1900s, a two-man team committed nine robberies across four counties in one day. Eyewitnesses thought it was the same two men. They used the exact same getaway car, guns, outfits, and ethnicity.

The robbers were caught. This case seemed closed. However, the robbers claimed they only robbed four locations that day. This seemed strange. Someone checked the robbery times. They found robbery number four happened ten minutes after robbery three. Then, robbery five occurred one minute after that. Investigators questioned the robbers about this difference. Both men told the same story: they only robbed four places.

From Redditor /u/spartan337:

I worked for a university police department. One night, we got a call about kids messing around in an old, closed-down dorm they were renovating. My buddy and I arrived and searched. The building was only three stories. We quickly found the kids trying to do what I guess is a ghost hunt.

They were on the third floor of an old dorm with cameras and equipment. I asked what they did. They said there was a story about a girl who killed herself in the dorms. They wanted to record her voice on tape.

My buddy and I do not believe in ghosts; we just laughed at them. I started calling for information while my buddy walked outside the hall. Suddenly, we heard a bloodcurdling scream from down the hall.

My buddy went to check it out. I asked the kids if they had another friend; they said no. I called for my buddy on the radio; he did not answer. I grabbed the kids and we went down the stairs opposite where my buddy went and got them outside.

I tried calling my buddy again after getting the kids outside, but he did not answer. So, I looked for him. I kept all the kids' IDs in case they booked it. I found him on the first floor shining his flashlight into the basement. When I walked up to him, he just looked at me and said, "I heard footsteps down there."

I told him we should search it together. He said no; he had just been down there and saw no one. We got outside and called for backup because my radio failed in the building. We got a couple more guys to search the building but found nothing. It still creeps me out to think about it.

Redditor /u/Investigate_THIS:

We got a call about a body found in an apartment. We arrived at the apartment in a nicer part of town and found it empty. There was no furniture, only the renter and a few personal items. He was young, maybe mid-to-late twenties, in decent shape.

There were no signs of a struggle, except for a small drop of high-velocity blood spatter on the wall behind him. The guy had no apparent injuries. When the medical investigator examined him, she found a small, round hole in the base of his head, near the bottom of his hairline. The hole looked smaller than a .22-sized hole, and there was no bleeding even after moving the body.

No neighbors heard any noise the night before, nor had any seen him in several days. Nothing seemed suspicious in this case. I tried to follow up, but I forgot because of current cases. I never found out what caused the hole in his neck or what made it. Last I heard, it remained unexplained.

Redditor /u/Brewtown:

While working as a security officer at a large resort, I patrolled an empty parking lot on the property around 2 am. I parked my squad in the middle, got out, and lit a smoke. Halfway through, the wind suddenly picked up—about 75 mph. Thinking there was a front, I pitched the smoke and ran for cover in the car.

What was strange was that I saw the wind moving upward. The sound I could barely describe was like a jet engine with raccoons thrown into the intake. I radioed my partner, who heard the noise on the radio and asked him to look in my direction, hoping it was a helicopter or something.

The thing stops fast, like someone flips a switch. It takes a minute, but I go out and rain debris is there.

I drive about 700 yards to my partner. He heard it on the radio, but it was dead quiet where he stood. I still don't know what it was; it was a clear summer night.

We returned at 6 am after the shift ended. We saw tons of junk—tree branches, leaves, lawn chairs all over the lot.

From Redditor /u/xecutor:

We busted an illegal meth operation. We took 10 people into custody. None spoke, but they all were mysteriously murdered in prison within two minutes of each other.

From Redditor /u/Meatheaded:

I go to many false alarm calls, but one was odd. Usually, the false alarm comes from a homeowner messing up a door after the alarm arms. An animal might run past a motion sensor, or weather or a ceiling fan might blow something around inside.

Motion sensors triggered in three rooms, but no doors or windows were open. There were no animals and no moving air inside; the weather was calm. Homeowners slept, claiming they lived there six years and the alarm never sounded. They panicked and jumped up with a baseball bat.

You might think, "Maybe the sensors need replacing." Yes, but that does not explain the sensors activating one room after another, like someone walked through the house. I handle these calls often. I have seen almost every type of activation, but never one like this.

From Redditor /u/The_Condominator:

I worked security at a hospital. One night, around 3 am, I patrolled a satellite building, the one used for in-vitro fertilisation. I reached the office floor, checked every doorknob, and found one broken.

Go inside. The office is trashed. Filing cabinets are ripped open, and patient info folders are scattered. We searched the building; we found nothing else strange.

The hospital kept quiet about what happened. We patrolled the building more often, but we found nothing else.

From Redditor /u/Apologetickid

My dad was a cop in California for 30 years. He told me about a time he got a building alarm call around 1 am. He arrived to find the building had been broken into. Inside, everything looked like the workers had just left years ago: phones and papers on desks, the coffee pot and water cooler still on the counter—only everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.

After checking the scene for a few minutes, the property's owner arrived. She wore business attire, arrived in the middle of the night. She showed identification; everything passed checks. Then, she walked to the nearest phone. She picked it up, dialed a number, and stated, "We've been compromised," before hanging up.

She thanked my dad and said she would handle the next steps. My dad thought it was a front for a government operation or corporate espionage. That story still gives me chills.