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.
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, c*mming on his walls and playing with it. And the gel was in fact old c*m and the fumes were the pungent smell of this man's c*m room... My f**king God.
My brother is a cop. He told me about this time when they responded to a work place accident where a railyard worker had been crushed between two railcars. The guy had been crushed/pressed into the ladder of one of the cars. They kept hearing voices coming from the body. Muffled voices but definitely coming from the body. It took them a while to figure out the worker had been carrying a radio. Needless to say they were a bit disturbed until they reached that conclusion.
Not a cop but a former corrections officer. Doing a cell search one time and stumbled across a 500ml coffee mate container almost full of accumulated semen... I was later told it took 7 months to save it up.
... I've seen and dealt with a lot of s**t but for some reason that one ranks up there.
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.
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 murder 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 to murder 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.
I'm not a cop but a paramedic. Went into a ladies house one time, can't remember what the call was for, that had sheets of paper taped all over the walls. They all said something along the lines of "remember the voices aren't real". Gave me a warm safe feeling.
Brother in law is a cop. He told me about a time he and his partner were called to do a wellness check on someone with a terminal illness (family didn't know where he was).
So the get to the house, knock, and get no response. They entered the house to see if he had passed away due to his illness. They did not find him there, but what they did find was a stairway leading down to a basement.
In that basement was a vast number of sex toys, ropes, harnesses, etc. There was also a stage with a bed on it, and a video camera on a tripod focused on it. He had stumbled upon this guys sex dungeon.
The guy ended up being alive, but was visiting someone out of town and didn't notify any of his family.
Family Disturbance call on Christmas Eve 2011, Husband vs. wife. No battery, nobody went to jail.. but the house was filled with hundreds of knives and dildos. Normal dildos, little ones, great big horse dildos, and every kind of mall ninja knife you can imagine. Every horizontal surface was covered with sharp metal or jiggly silicone, there were even a few new ones under the tree.
After clearing the house we had to talk to these folks with a straight face for a good 10 minutes, it was one of the greatest challenges of my career.
I was an MP and NOT involved in this particular case, but child pornography on a guys computer. The guy was known to leave his room unlocked so people could use his computer. He ended up getting booted from the military and serving time in a military jail while swearing it wasn't him.
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.
Friend of a cop here. He told me about how him and his buddy went to search in an apartment. They looked around and his buddy finally called him over. A guy was just ... in an oven. Dead of course, but in an oven. When the guys tried to pull him out of the oven all the contents and gas of the dead guy fell right out. A few of the guys vomited and gagged.
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.
My mother used to work for a police department, and I'd hang out there when I'd be home sick from school. This old man used to walk to the gas station on the corner to get a pack of smokes and coffee every day. The gas station attendant called for a wellness check when she realized she hadn't seem him for a couple weeks in the dead of summer. Cops went, knocked, smelled something, opened the door, walked in, instantly came back out vomiting from the smell. They had to come back later with respirators, trash bags, and snow shovels to clean up the sludge that used to be the old man.
Friend is a cop: Wellness check called in. Went in - smelled horrible - and discovered a large dead guy, shirtless, sitting in his front room, in a lawn chair watching TV. He had setup an industrial space heater behind his chair, which was on at full blast. Due to the heat, and apparently other factors he had "merged" through the back of that lawn chair.
I know I'm late to the show, but during a search a sex offender's house, I found a room that looked like a little girl's room. In the closet I found a 4ft doll in a pink dress. He had no kids and was in his late 50s.
My aunt is a police dispatcher. Normally she takes calls from the public and has an officer nearby respond. But one day she was asked to work the station's radio because the normal guy was sick. That meant she was acting as the central hub of the police radio network, taking calls from officers in the field and issuing backup to them, that kind of thing.
She wound up having to listen to four cops talking back and forth in a panic as two squad cars arrived to check on a reported murder (The person who called was certain that there were multiple killers present). The victim's meat had been cut into one-inch cubes, as if their killer was going to fry them up, or make kebabs. The whole crops had been disassembled like that. Bones cut into neat inch segments, organs removed, separated, organized. She remembers one of the officers panicked and screamed something along the lines of "This is OCD movie monster bulls**t."
I can't remember the exact quote sadly, and I doubt my aunt remembers it herself. She thought they were playing a joke on her until they called for a hazmat crew to get the body.
Not a cop but a fire investigator. We were working a scene where two kids had died after a space heater caught on fire and the dad was playing poker down the street and the mom was with some other man down the street. The fire department came in and cleaned out the scene and we came in after. As we were sifting through the ashes to find components to the space heater, we found the two year olds foot. Mind you, this was after dark so we could barely see and were using flash lights. It was a bit creepy.
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 j**k 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.
Hoarders house last spring... Go in and there's maybe 5 inches of dust everywhere. And clothes all over and mail from 1999. There was a small walkway cleared through the house just enough to walk around. I walk into the bathroom and there are turds floating in the toilet and the water is spinning. So there is just a whirlpool of turds. Lol forget the violence and suicides I've seen, this tops it for me.
Really bad accident, guy shows up, the one car has no one in it at all. He's looking around, guy isn't on the ground anywhere. He tried to figure out if maybe the guy walked away, so goes to look inside for some identification. Finds the guy. He hit so hard that he slammed up under and into the dashboard, and was just a broken sack of bones