This is a true story. Whether you believe it or not makes
no difference to me. I have never bought into anything
supernatural and have never had any experience before or
since this changed that. However, this has always made
me stop and consider a little bit when I hear about
something that isn't easily explainable. I’m going to keep
some insignificant details untold for reasons you will soon
understand.
In the early nineties I was a Military Policeman on a large
domestic base on the East coast. One afternoon while on
patrol in the based housing area I received a call from
dispatch requesting me to change my radio to TAC 2 (the
secondary frequency that wasn’t recorded). The desk
Sergeant informed me that he had received a call from a
dependant wife who was concerned about her husband. They
had recently separated and she and the children had left
the state. She had been trying to contact her husband for
several days without success and she had contacted the
Staff NCOIC of his unit and was told he had not reported to
work as well. I was given the address of the family
quarters and told to try to make contact.
When I arrived at the residence I radioed in that the
individual’s vehicle (the description was given to me) was
in the driveway and I went to the front door. I rang the
bell and knocked with no response. I began walking around
the house looking in the windows. When I reached the back
sliding glass door (which was adjacent to the living room)
I heard a distinguishable “moaning” sound. As soon as I
stopped to listen it became very obvious to me that it was
a man sobbing uncontrollably and moaning in intervals. It
was about the most heart wrenching sound I had ever heard.
I listened for at least a minute and I can still hear it
today. After gathering myself for a moment I called out
the name and rank of the person I was supposed to make
contact with. By the time the sound of my shout faded
away, the noise from inside had stopped. I went back to
the front door and knocked several more times without any
response. I went back to my vehicle and relayed this
information to dispatch and was told to stand by at the
quarters and await the watch commander who was in route.
When he got there he had the housing master keys that open
every home in the housing area (very standard on military
bases). Together we unlocked the front door and walked
inside. As we walked through the very small foyer, the
living room was visible. It was getting a little dark and
my watch commander flicked a set of light switches right
next to him. We both saw the same thing immediately: A
body in a recliner in the living room, obvious massive
trauma to the head (I won’t indulge any gore mongers). He
approached the body and very quickly came back to me and we
left the quarters. He radioed for CID (Criminal
Investigative Division) but not for medical.
The next several hours were a blur of activity but I was
not allowed to leave the hood of my vehicle. Finally an
investigator approached me and started going over and over
what I had already told my watch commander, especially what
I had reported hearing. I was getting pissed at the
condescending way he was acting towards me. I knew this
investigator pretty well and told him that I hadn’t heard a
shot. He told me the condition of the body indicated that
he had been deceased for at least 24 hours.
That’s it, that’s the truth take it or leave it. I did not
imagine the sound of a man sobbing from inside that house.
I told my dispatch what I heard 20 minutes before we opened
that door.
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