To set the scene, I work in a very rural county, which is a little over 600 square miles large. Much of it looks like it's out of Jeepers Creepers or Children of the Corn. This happened at about 0300 on Friday.

Well, Friday morning (my 2nd shift by myself), I got sent to a 911 hangup. They are one of the two or three most common calls we get, so when it was on my computer, it wasn't a big deal. However, once it came out on the radio, dispatch said that someone had called, said "help me," and then hung up. Hearing this, the other rookie on my shift(who's been solo about 2 weeks longer than me) says he's headed that way with me.

Well, on the way, dispatch says they received another hang up from that location, and that when they tried calling back, there was nothing but a dial tone. 

Anyways, we finally find the address, because it's a little off the road and the lettering is gone off the mailbox. It's a run down building with black bags instead of glass in the windows, and an a/c unit hanging out of a window propped up by a 2x4. 

The front door is wide open. SOB.

So, we're announcing ourselves and stepping into a living room that is 50% plywood and 50% 1950's furniture covered in spider webs.Cabinets were dirty and hanging from their hinges. There was one solitary, bare lightbulb hanging over a table stacked 7 deep with VHS tapes. The rest of the house is around a 90* corner to the left, and as I reached the corner to make the turn, there was a loud scream and some other violent sounds coming from the back of the house. I then did 3 things simultaneously.

1) Shared a **edited** look with the other deputy

2) Tried to raise the volume of my voice to cover up the fact that I was 3 seconds from it cracking like a 12 year old.

3) Exerted more control over my bladder than I ever thought possible to prevent an embarrassing puppy response to that particular stimuli.

After a few seconds, the sounds were recognizable as a recording, not an actual axe murder in progress. 

We kept clearing the house, opening doors with our boots with an amount of gusto that is only found in two green rookies trying to not wet themselves in a dark house. 

That was our first thought as well when the dust cleared. But, after talking to our supervisors who were on that side of the county with us that night, I don't think that's what happened any more.

My best guess is someone had some type of medical emergency, and a family member or friend beat us there and they hauled ass towards the city(the opposite direction we were coming from).

Kayback wrote: And this, ladies and gentlemen is why the Surefire Fury was produced. Nothing says I'm not actually afraid of the dark like 500 lumens! Glad you ok.

Reb Cpl wrote: Holy balls.  Being the coward that I am, I might have fled the county and mailed my tin back to the office.

I'd be lying if I didn't admit that we definitely considered pulling that door closed at getting the h-e-double hockey sticks out of there when that movie jumped on.

So what was this if it wasn't a recorder?

Ah, I didn't get the question. It was the noise from a movie. I guess they turned off the TV but not the speakers.

And deadeye, I think the Christmas music would creep me out big time.

Or... somebody was Fritzl'd under the sink.

I checked the big cabinets and the fridge. I was positive I was going to find a severed human head. 

Nope. I drove by the other day(I'm on days this week) and there weren't any cars there. I kind of like not knowing.

Well, rummage seems a little strong. We didn't look anywhere that a kid wouldn't be able to hide if they had been in danger. I imagine they realized someone had been there when they got home and the door was closed and the dog was inside.