CreepCast - I'm A Cop & I Keep Getting Called To The Same House | Creep Cast

Episode Date: December 8, 2024

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Nice little cops episode. This is a cop episode. So this one's been recommended a few times in the comment section and whatnot. So looking into the author, her name is S.F. Barclay. And she was, like in real life, a former police officer in Western Pennsylvania who, while she was a police officer, experienced several strange and, like, supernatural calls. So she started writing about them, like, online, on no sleep, stuff like that. And since then, has been a part of several anthology stories where there's been like collective

writers groups, but has written her own novel as well called Patch Lane, which is looking at it right now, with 430 reviews, it has 4.3 stars on Amazon, which is pretty high. Patch Lane. Patch Lane. The description for the book says, Sarah Hastings is a rookie cop who works the night shift in Amber Forest, small rural town in western Pennsylvania. after repeatedly responding to an abandoned and allegedly haunted farmhouse for 911 hang-up calls, she discovers a dead body in a secret room.

So it's about a police officer who's on an investigation, supposedly supernatural. It looks pretty highly rated. And this story that we're going to read today is from six years ago. And like I said, it's very highly rated in the subreddit and a bunch of people have told us to check it out. So if this is good, you can check out S.F. Barkley. other works on Amazon. It looks like they're all sold on Amazon. Shut out.

Or wherever you want to support her. S.F. Barclay. Also, we're going to check this one now. It looks like a, go ahead. What was I say? Well, we have not read the story. We're like, go there right now and buy it. And then the story sucks.

And we're like, I said, I gave the clause. If it's good. If it's good, I gave, I gave the clause. They gave my, I gave my addendum. I'm so glad that you guys were so happy about the eat me like a bug thing. I want to eat me like a bug thing. I want to eat me. I was fighting for my life with the editor.

She made a joke to my wife about cutting it, and I was calling her, like, you better, you better not. And I, and I'm glad it paid off. I'm glad it paid off. Yeah, I threatened to do horrible things to her future business opportunity. Destroy, burn the future to the ground. Exactly. Yeah.

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I think every cop in the United States is a fucking coward. And I hate the cops. Thank you. Thank you, King. That's only brave opinions on this podcast. I, you know what I think? I think if you have a problem, deal with it. What are you calling somebody else to fucking clean up your mess?

Am I right? it was especially funny because as soon as you said deal with it, the connection cut like you got raided. Yeah, SWAT team just raids and it just beats the shit I'm like, FBI! I'm like, no!

It'd be pretty easy to repel in on your set. Jacob! That'd be great. Maybe you think one of them would stick around to finish the podcast with me. That'd be friendly. You know what? no because they're all so fucking stupid that they wouldn't be able to read y'all we can bleep or

cut any of this no you're not you're sure are not go ahead no no go ahead we're having fun okay i'm going to read this story now uh so i'm excited this is a multi-part one it doesn't look super super super duper they're pretty short parts but it is a little multi-part thing so i'm curious So I'm curious to see this one. We were going to read, I dare my best friend to ruin my life. So that one will potentially be a future episode. But today we landed on this one.

Yeah. Well, we'll see it. We'll see how it does. We'll see what Barclays got in store. Also continue to do the liking on Spotify and all that stuff. We're currently 35 on the charts. And Hawk 2 is nowhere to be seen.

So I think we won. We won. We won. We won, Mr. Sark. At some point, we need to get up and be consistently in the top 10, guys. We need to spit in third. Theo Vaughn's face.

We need to spit and call her daddy's face. We need a spit in bad friends' face. I'm kind of just reading the list of people here. Yeah, yeah. Call me, Chris. She's ahead of us. We've got to kill her. Call me, Chris.

Done. Bullet to the back of the head. Just kidding. Just kidding. She listens to the show. So that's a threat. That's a direct threat, Chris. Remember that?

Oh, God, I threw up a little bit. I will say this too. I did. I can't remember if I told you this last time I did get, before we get too deep into this, because this is a very, controversial thing with the cops and stuff and I have a controversial opinion. I got a bidet

and it is so cold. I cheaped out and I got the one that did not have, it doesn't have a heater. And Isaiah, when I tell you I was watching Titanic the other day and Kate Winslet at the end of that movie when she's like shivering and her lips are blue.

That's what my asshole looks like every time you take a shit and use my bidet. I don't think it's possible that a bidet could give you a chemical peel through freezing the lips of your asshole. But it happens to me every time. So now I'm in a perpetual state of frostburn, all right? I've been frostbitten so many times to the point where it makes, you know,

because I used to look forward to having a nice, a nice shit to start your day, you know? Not anymore. I've given up on coffee and Red Bull because that, that, that extreme pressure of cold water, peeling the, the dead skin layer of off my gray asshole is so intense that it wakes you up immediately. Oh, this is just that that was the controversial opinion, but I will say that if you're going to get the bidet, get the heated one. That's all I had to say.

That's it. That's, that's my message. I'm a local rookie cop in a small town of Pennsylvania, currently stuck working night shift. I work the normal patrol shift, driving around pulling traffic, responding to your normal domestic disputes, and whatever other wonderful calls dispatch sends my way. But ever since this past weekend, every single night I keep getting called at the same house. At first I thought it was my co-workers playing pranks on the rookie. I have two years on the job, but in such a small town, I work with most guys my dad's age.

I've omitted certain names and addresses for obvious reasons. Anyway, here's what happened. Friday night, around 0200 hours, so actually Saturday morning, dispatch gets over the radio. Airspatched to 1034. 1034, go ahead. We just got a 9-11 hang up from a landline that's coming back to XXX-X-Patch Lane. Can you go check it out? 10-4 en route.

So I immediately start driving to the address, which was about six miles away, but it's a pretty rural area, so I got there in less than 10 minutes. I turned right onto the gravel lane, and after about seven seconds, I see the house up ahead on the right. No lights on inside. I parked my cruiser on the gravel lane, lights off, so as not to announce myself in case there is an actual emergency going on inside. We're trained to... We're trained not to just roll up to a house, lights on, in case the subject decides to ambush the officers arriving with gunfire. Anyway, I quietly approached the old farmhouse and checked the perimeter. No signs of anything.

No lights, no sound, not even a car parked anywhere. I began to think maybe dispatch got the address wrong. 1034 to dispatch dispatch go ahead i'm at patch lane can you confirm this is the address standby 1034 yes that's the correct address you need backup negative appears nobody is home but I'll update at this point I knock on the front door and announce myself officer Berkeley police department no answer all the windows were closed and I gently try the front door locked 1034 to dispatch dispatch go ahead it looks like this house is abandoned i think the 9-11 i think the 9-11 hanged to 9-11 sorry

sorry it's always on my mind i apologize i think that the 911 hang-up might have been some wires crossed clear me no report 10 4 sorry i'm just taking a moment of silence yeah i mean i every day in my life. Yeah. Amazing grace. How sweet the sound that saved

two towers from me I once was lost long. but now I'm found I just wanted to pay a little homage I won't do the whole thing I appreciate you know between between this bit and the ACAB opening we are going to get

destroyed I'm really I'm really getting uh Texas boys I'm really emotionally tuggy people don't know where I stand so that's well that's that's the that's the that's the great emotional dropping yeah exactly People are like, who does he, what does he stand for? I, regardless of what's going on, you're just, you're just rooting for the little guy. I'm always an underground guy. And here's another thing, too.

I will do stolen valor. That's another thing I will do this. I will do that. You will see me do that in my lifetime. And I will get caught. I respect that. I respect that. At this point, it's about, oh, 2.30 out.

I'm just going to say 2.30. It's about 2.30. And I need a cup of coffee since I have another three and a half hours left on shift. I head over to the local 24-hour gas station and find two of my ever-so-busy co-workers standing there fueling up on caffeine as well. They grin and asked me if I had fun responding to the old Doc's house. Clearly, I must have had a dumb look on my face

showing the confusion I was feeling because then he goes. You don't know, do you? He continues. The old farmhouse belonged to Dr. Wintz. He was the guy that I'm sure you've heard of about. I'm sure you've heard about. who used to go i'm like good fucking god hunter get it together good my god god that whole farmhouse belonged to dr witts he was the guy i'm sure you've heard about

who used to do botched abortions and all sorts of inhumane procedures back in the 1800s he's the guy how the rich went to when they had young daughters getting knocked up when they had special needs child they didn't want to keep god damn he built the house himself and even named the road patch lane is a joke. It's all the patching he did for people. I'm just laughing at you. Because it sounds like the cop

like mid they threw it's like, get it together! Come on! Tell the rookie about the abortion doctor. Who used to cut up dogs? He called every Mexican person he saw a Chihuahua. He was horribly insensitive.

I finished my coffee, laughing about the old tail of the guys were trying to pull over on me. I wasn't going to let these guys spook me, especially being that I was one of the only females on the department. I have to have skin twice as thick. I finish up my shift, get some Zs, back in I go on Saturday night. Around the same time, I think my wife got home and was singing to the dog. That or there's just a disembodied woman's voicing. Maybe it was Dr. Wins or one of his victims. Maybe it was Dr. Patch or Patchland or whatever they call it.

Maybe a little later, around 2.30 a.m. I get the call. This patch at 1034. 1034. Go ahead. We got another 911 hang up for the same numbers last night. This time, they stayed on the line. And we could hear somewhat talking, but can't make it out. Can you go check it out again? Can you confirm the address again? It comes back to Patch Lane.

Now, I'm pretty sure the guys are getting dispatch in on some type of joke, but whatever. I still have to respond, better safe than sorry. So I drive down the road, turn on to the gravel road, park my cruiser away from the house, check the perimeter, and go up to the front door. Still, no sign of life inside. I knock on the door and announce myself. Officer Barkley with the police department I'm about to leave

I go to check the door handle out of pure habit sure shit, the door opens I was so startled by the fact that the door open my right hand immediately went to my gun on my right side I announced myself again

Officer Barkley, the police department come to the front door or else I'm entering before entering a house for officer safety reasons we always get on the radio 1034 dispatch dispatch go ahead no one appears home but the front door is unlocked i'm going to make entry and check the house that appears abandoned though do we have any backup available 1034 all

units are still on the on the fatal DUI accident do you need one to break negative i would advise i figured i didn't need backup breaking from a potential homicide scene for this abandoned house search make entry gun drawn I proceed through the first floor dodging cobwebs and stepping over dead insects and critters I could do by the way can they can police do that

just enter a like if no one answers because they just walk in I guess so as long as they announce buddy the system's so fuck they do whatever they want I okay sorry I forgot who I was talking to

let me let me call literally anyone else also can I just say I do like this setup I like this setup of I like the little urban legend beforehand kind of reminds me of like House of 1,000 corpses, Dr. Satan kind of vibe and I like that the I like that the officer has been there before

and then when she goes back it's just on log it's just a classic little haunted house trope kind of thing I really I like the little set up so far yeah it's like it's like your classic officer responds to creepy call it's like a fun campfire story I feel like I'd be with my friends at a campfire

saying the story and we would all be in our sleeping bags and we'd be all scared and shaking. Yeah. Yeah, it feels very, very classic. Feels very classic. A pallet cleanser after you and the boys did a spin the bottle. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. We're not making this to a...

Which one did you make that joke on? Someone made the web comic about. Sometimes the cucumber tastes better pickled. Well, first of all, that's a Dave Chappelle line. Just want to put that out there. What, it is? Yeah, it's in the Chappelle show. It's when he's on, uh, he's on trial defending Michael Jackson.

And I said, and then he says, sometimes the cucumber tastes better pickled. All right. Well, I didn't need to know that. Yeah, so I made a little web animation of you talking about, uh, making happy, accidents with your friends in the woods. There's some happy accidents. That's what I tried to tell the assistant preacher. He got me out of that church.

As a matter of fact, he threatened to register me with the state of Illinois. So that's why I told the family we were moving to out of Detroit because, you know, the business was gone in the region. That's why we're down here now. Right. But I look,

I'm just saying that that is the kind of hard. No one wants to work anymore. That's why this country's brought us to. Sometimes the cucumber tastes better pickled. So I don't know what it is about you that keeps wanting to take stories in that direction. I'm just saying I can't wait. People don't know we are getting ready to go on break and we're getting ready to go camping. And it's going to be awesome.

I don't like anything you're saying. I will say during the, well, we were reading Goatman on tour, Hunter kept bringing that up at every show. kept bringing up the whole, like, oh, isn't it, isn't it funny if some guys got to fooling around in the woods? And I will just say, L.A. did not like that joke. Not nothing funny about every other city found it hilarious in California, not a laugh in the room. They were just staring out of us. Dead meme immediately. There's a couple guys.

And you kept trying to force. Oh, I absolutely did. Much like my fist. It was. Just a couple guys festing around. You know what it is? Yep. Yep, that's what it is.

I'm going to keep reading now. Okay. I continue upstairs through the bedrooms, closets, and everywhere a person could be, I checked. I worked my way back downstairs

and checked the basement. It's a pretty small basement, but it's broken into several tiny rooms. One room has a metal door with a padlock on it. Padlock means a key to open it and is completely rusted shut. Covered at cobwebs.

And even one, big old black spider was guarding that lock, having made its home. Clearly, this lock has been there for years, maybe decades. I didn't worry much about it since there's no way anyone was in there due to how rusted this old lock was. Even the keyhole looked corroded and filled with rust and dirt. Eventually left an advised dispatch and a report. I grab a cup of hot coffee around 4 a.m. and catch up with one of the guys from the DUI crash and ask him what the mess of a scene look like. Tell me I'm lucky I wasn't stuck on that scene. He asked me about the Patch Lane house and I told him it was pretty creepy, but I checked it out and it has to be crossed

wire somewhere. I felt comfortable telling him it was creepy since I knew this guy from when my dad was still on the force and he treats me like a daughter. He said he used to get dropped calls all the time back, all the time from there back in the 90s, but there was actually a family living there back then. Each time he got dispatched, they were surprised to see him, and they let him search the whole house, never any problems. Just a single mom with her two kids

minding their own business. Asked him what happened to that family, and he's had nothing suspicious. They moved away after maybe 10 months or so, definitely less than a year, and a few families moved in and out rent in the house, but ever since about the late 90s, nobody moved in.

I asked him if he remembered there being a locked room of basement. Honestly, not really knowing what it was on honestly not really know it's so hard for me honestly

sorry, they almost won that time. Honestly, not really knowing what I was expecting as a response and his eyebrows raised and he said and he said and he said and he said you know what

I actually didn't remember until you just asked now yeah wow the only reason I remember is because the nice girl that lived there with their kids didn't have a key and couldn't get into the room and was asked me if I knew a local locksmith but I told her I didn't really know anyone since any time the cops

need in somewhere we just smashed the lock open she giggled and I remember she was a very attractive looking girl that voice was actually too good that I was expecting you to launch into a bit at some point but you never did that was just thank you

that's what I wanted a little bit of time I think I delivered I think I got you I think I hooked you a little didn't I think you did I think you did a really good job the only time you tried that hard is when it's going somewhere when you have a joke lined up but you didn't know it's not so far at least so we both shrugged it off

finding it odd but moved on with our shift into the early hours with another DUI stop and a domestic violence call from a guy whose wife drank too much and decided it was a good time to confront him for cheating on her three years ago god damn god

we gotta keep under keep overshattering this horrifying DUI accident that happened. Good fucking God. There is a DUI fatality. Yeah. There's another DUI stop and then a domestic violence scenario.

So a lot, a lot happened. I mean, like most people I know who are police, like this tends to be the vibe. It's like, yeah, well,

yesterday we had a couple domestics. This guy can try to beat his wife to death. I just, we, even we haven't commented on it. I'm just, from a police standpoint, you'd have to see so much shit or hear about so much crazy shit every day.

You know, that it's just all, it's all normalized. off a ducks back at some point yeah fast forward to sunday night back at work and this time the call comes out right at oh 300 dispatch to 1034 1034 to go ahead okay we have another 9-1-1 hang up from patch lane are you able to go since i was in the middle of eating my lunch i decided not to even go yeah dispatch i cleared the house last night i didn't even see a landline telephone in the house Stand by 1034 to Sergeant Oakley

Oakley go ahead Hey Sarge Did you hear this call? Do you need me to go or can we clear it? 1034 just drive by No need to go in if you don't see anything But at least drive by Received

Show me in round I was pissed since I didn't get to finish eating But I did my job and drove down the gravel road This time the front door was wide open And I know I shut it closed the night before this point I began to think of homeless persons inside which is still trespass

so I call out the dispatch I have an open door and I'm gonna check it out for homeless people scare the shit out of me dude I did the idea of a homeless person being in a vacant house

you are all over the place your political compass right now is like a star it's like everyone on the board they freak me out they do you ever look at a anytime I drive by

which I don't know if you feel the same anytime I drive by a house it's abandoned I'm like, I bet you anything, there's just a fucking a litter of homeless men in there doing all, doing God knows what. But I'm like, it's like, you've pissed everyone off this episode.

What? Like every demographic. Why did I do wrong? Because they're homeless people. They're not animals. It's like there's someone who does not currently have a home. Now I'll give you that there's like people who are high on something. And maybe you don't know what,

but they seem unstable. that's scary, right? No, no. That's more so just anyone on like heavy drugs. I'm not saying I'm afraid of homeless people. I'm saying that I am, I am saying that when I look at a house and you're like, oh, it's vacant.

There shouldn't be anyone in there. And the idea that there is like a homeless guy in there freaks me out. We had my grandfather. He used to live in this really big house over in East Tennessee. And after he went through a divorce, he just quit taking care of it and he started living in a double wide on the property of the big like fancy house. And he didn't touch that house for like 20 years. So my dad and I go in there to clean it up or like see if we were trying to see if the house was salvageable because like

the roof had fallen in and stuff like that. And we go inside and someone had been living in there. And like keep in mind the house is not like a closed off house. Like all the windows are broken. There's like vines growing up the wall and stuff. And we go in there and there was like, there's like a homemade cot that was laid out and then like some empty cans of food and stuff like that. And it looked recent. That's why.

But here's what's weird about it. This isn't a property that's in like the middle of a town. Or it's like, oh, he walked down the street. This is, you've got, there is one gas station, but like you know everyone who's at the gas station. Other than that, it is. trees and dirt roads for at least eight miles.

That's what I'm saying, dude. So it's like where is he? If he's not here right now, where'd he go? That's what I'm saying is like fucking homeless people walking around the fucking woods, making Minecraft zombie sounds. You know what I mean? Going into your house and then they have a cot.

How do they bring the cot up there? They got a cot and fucking canned beans. And that's the same thing with the story, though. She's like, oh, I went, I drove down the ground. gravel road. So it's the same idea. It's like, what? did a homeless guy? He's just like, I'm going to walk down this road and just see where it leads me today. I doubt it, dude. I don't fucking trust him. So here's the thing about this house, right?

Because now I'm talking about more of my trauma that's being unveiled. Sure. I was maybe like nine at the time, nine or ten. Uh, and we set all of that stuff that we found inside of the house. We set it outside. We did throw it away. It's just like, hey, we're trying to redo the house like here's your stuff come get it so the next day and we were sleeping in the double wide that like was in line of sight of the house oh yeah they probably came out like fucking possums grabbed it we go we go to sleep that night we wake up the next morning and everything had been moved back into the house my my god my so now here's the thing we were like it was in such a way they either had to come from the road or the double wide we were staying at so

the other alternative is were they in the house while I was in there? Oh dude. I bet you they were in the closet or the basement or just being real quiet while we were you imagine I think about that sometimes can you imagine like you're like oh yeah man this is going to be I don't know you know you're like talking to your dad like oh this is this problem this house looks too like you're just casual conversation no it's yeah renovated blah blah and then you walk by and then like the closet you didn't open that's where the guy was standing. You know I always almost it's weird it's weird you mention that because i i used to have these nightmares about that house because there's so many goes stories you do not tell me that you do not fucking trauma dump me right

now listen i used i used to have so many nightmares about that house i would have i would have dreams about like there was a monster in it or like it was on fire stuff like because it was just a creepy house right because it was you know old decrepit it was built like in the late 19 or early 1900 so it looked like an old like plantation style house or whatever but it was like overgrown and stuff so I used to have nightmares about it and I would have this one nightmare where there was a face looking at me

from like the top of the stairs like where the banister was there'd be someone looking down I had that dream a lot and it's almost so vivid I wonder if it's like a memory that how old were you? Well how old were you when you went into the house with your dad?

Like nine like 10. Dude you oh my God Isaiah you saw a fucking 50 year old homeless guy looking at you. You probably did too. He probably put his fucking gross ass finger up to his list. He did. Like, you know, like sleepy

hollow or some shit. He might have. He might have because honestly, oh, I don't say nothing. You called him the can man. Because he had like a bunch of fucking can beans rattle around. The can man keeps looking at me. Your dad's like, shut up. Come on. You got to go meet

grandpa on the double wide. That's a can man treats me nicer than grandpa or dad ever did. I mean, if it was the can man he was quite nice to me like I did I know I bet he was you know because every day you'd fucking paw around your

grandpa's double wide trailer for some cans canned of Heinz beans can man he had a spoon you'd hit the side of it can man you hear him rustle around are you the can the can man is certainly

a great treat cast character to relay off my possible child's a trauma like here's what I have to say here's my thing if it is repressed memory. I hope it stays repressed. I hope I never I have a haunting feeling that you are going to get a visit from the can man in your in your dreams tonight, dude.

I have a feeling if I do. You open up a roller decks in your brain. I hope. I actually haven't thought about that in a long time until we started reading about the house. And as she's describing like the open door, I'm thinking like, oh, it's kind of familiar. And there's a man standing there with a with a string of can. attached to his belt.

I like to imagine that the can man was actually very kind. You can do anything you want with your life. He's just stuffing his face. That's good. He was very, yeah, he was just like a friendly old guy. Exactly.

Yeah. That's a much more pleasant outcome. Yeah, I didn't want to go down the, yeah, yeah, I know. Because we decided that the house was too far gone.

Uh, because it was like two damage. It cost more. to repair than, you know, it would be to just get a new place, right? So, um, we went back years later because it had, uh, what was that wood called? Wormy chestnut. It's like an older like vintage wood that some of the floor boards were made of. And we're like, oh, well, maybe we could salvage it and sell it because it's apparently worth a penny. So we go back to look at the house again. And, uh, like the cop was still there. I remember. Oh, my God. Uh, but there, but dad was like, no, no one's been here

for a while, but I think you may have just been lying to me. He's 100% lying. You know why? Probably because I bet you of anything if I met your parents, the first day it'd say, yeah, it was weird back then is when Isaiah was seeing the can man, he kept coming into our room late at night and he had had bush beans all over his lips and shirt.

We kept saying, Isaiah, what the hell are you doing with all these bush beans on your shirt? The can't, the camera shared it with me. I'm sharing it with the can man. I like the idea. that there was like a creepy old man

that lived in the house outside, and the worst thing he ever did was sneak me beans to share with him. As he told me stories around the campfire. If you come bring me beans, we can eat it together. Yeah. Weird haggling thing. I'm spending $70 a week on bush beans for

Christ's sakes, Isaiah. I do vividly remember finding a dead cat in the house. Isaiah. This is not the time place to keep unveiling. I'm like, you need to talk to a therapist immediately. I remember, because I'd never seen like a pet-sized animal dead or like an animal that could

be a pet dead. Which weird is that. I remember the dead cat was the shape of a human and it was under a rag. Yeah. It's under a blanket. That's what that smell was. It's what it was so familiar. It's a look like a cat at first, but then a man drug it upstairs.

I don't know what happened to it. This time. The front door was wide open, and I know I should have closed the night before. At this point, I began to think a homeless person's inside, which is still trespass. So I call out to dispatch, and I have an open door, and I'm going to check it out. I make entry, and this time I see someone run around the corner. My gun's drawn since I have no idea what to expect here, and I announce myself and run after them. When I turn the corner, it's just the kitchen and door to the basement.

No way out. I run into the basement and nobody's down there. Nobody. I get on my radio and ask for backup but get no response. Make my way back up and still nothing on the radio. I finished clearing the house and still can't find the person. I make my way out to my cruiser and use the cruiser radio and I'm out of breath at this point. 1034 to dispatch.

Go ahead. Did you hear any of the calls for backup? Negative 1034. You need you. Knight? No. You can disregard. I had one subject on the premise, but they're gone. I'm heading back to the station. So of course, everyone asked me about what happened, and all I can say is that they must have ran out when they saw me. I didn't tell anyone that the direction they ran left them absolutely no way of running outside. I begin to wonder if I'm going crazy. I'm off Tuesday

and Wednesday nights, rookie, remember? So at this point, I just have one more night before. I can rest. Monday night shift left me speechless. A roll call everyone jokes about when I'm planning to go back to Patch Lane. I tell them they can get the call and I'm done. 3 a.m. Dispatch to 1045. 1045 is my good friend who has been to the house in the 90s. 1045 go. You got a 911 hang up on Patch Lane. Sarge gave the okay just to drive by and make sure no one's there. 1045. Okay. Show me en route. Not even 30 seconds go by, my cell phone beeps, and I have a text.

Hey, want to meet me there? Bastard. Of course I'm going to say no. So yeah, I go. 1034 to dispatch. You can add me to 1045's call. 104. We show up the same time, and this time the front door is wide open again.

Awesome. Both clear the first floor, then the top floor, and make our way into the basement together. Nothing. Then we turn the corner and I see there's no lock on the metal door anymore. We look at each other and he said, I thought you said this was locked. Uh, it was. So he slowly opens the door and we are hit in the face with the most horrid smell. A smell I know well, the smell of death. Find a corpse of a young female, bloated, fresh. The body naturally bloats about two four days after death and traps gases. That's where the odor comes from. Call for backup and medical

examiners show up on the scene. They process the scene and begin to take the body away. I asked them how long has the body been there? They're the experts, not me. And the ME's and the ME guys say between three to four days based on rigor mortis, liver mortis, and a few other medical terms I probably can't even spell. I said there's no way that's possible because I would say, ago and there's no way that was freshly locked. The lock was so corroded, rusted, covered in cobwebs. Nobody touched it in years. They said, Officer Barkley, that isn't our job to explain.

We're just telling you that this body has been laying in this exact position in this exact position in that room for between a three to four days. Tomorrow will be my first night back and I'm not sure what to expect. That's the end of one one. That's a fun, fun idea, fun setup. Now, do you, let me ask you this. Do you think that it's veering towards, uh, paranormal? Or do you think it's like crazy just serial killer?

Oh, definitely, definitely paranormal. The way that it was like, um, oh, there's an old doctor who did, who used to do like private abortions there. And then it's like, oh, she sees someone who runs into the basement, then disappears. I think that's all. I think it's definitely paranormal. Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I guess too with the locks just being like, there's a lot of like weird tomfoolery going on. A lot of unexplainable stuff. There's a lot of ghostly shenanigans about. Ghostly signanigans, you say. Well, I'm stoked for part two, though. That was a fun little setup. It was fun. I enjoy it here.

You know what I'm going to do? I am going to grab a crisp bread bowl for my mini fridge right here. Oh. Yes, a beautiful. Wow. Sugar-free. Part two. All right.

Part two. Update Thursday, August 9th, 2018. I woke up this morning to a blaring ringing coming from my nightstand. I smacked my alarm clock, but it didn't stop the noise. I finally realized with half an eye open that it was my phone. I answer. Hello? Barkley, wake the hell up.

Chief wants to see you now. Sergeant Oakley is not the voice I wanted to hear at 8 a.m. this morning. I rolled my ass out of bed and began to get ready to head into the station since I knew it was never a good sign when good old Chief Fox wants you in his office, ASAP. round nine I walked into the station in uniform and headed towards Chief Fox's office and hugged on his open door and poked my head around the corner chief said Barkley coming and shut the door shut the door and took a seat well Berkeley you shouldn't be surprised while you're here you got dispatched to the same goddamn house for four nights in a row and discovered a

dead body on the fourth night and this body has been there for at least two of the previous nights. You really fucked up, Barclay. And now I have paperwork out the ass, and you need to answer some questions. What the hell? How's he turning this thing on me? I did my job. I followed protocol. I followed my training, and I cleared the house as I was taught. Okay, chief, what questions do you have? Walk me through the first night. Did you check the windows? The doors? Yes, I checked the windows, which are all secured and the front door is locked. There are no other doors except the front door, it's a very old and small farmhouse. All right.

What about the second night? Windows, doors. Chief, I checked the windows, and as my report said, the second night the door was unlocked. I followed the protocol and made my entry. And tell me why you didn't check the room in the basement. Well, according to Maryland v. Bui, when the fuck that word is,

I conducted a person sweep of the home to check for any persons on the premises since the property appeared abandoned. I looked in all the areas and a person could potentially hide, and when I got to the room, I saw the clock was rusted, corroded, and covered in cobwebs. There was no way anyone could have hidden in that room and locked themselves inside.

I was not searching for a crime or illegal substances. I was only legally allowed to search for persons in the residence. I know the fucking law, Berkeley thinks. Did you try the lock? No. I could see that it would not have opened. Did you think you tried to call one of your mail officers to try to open the lock?

Oh, shot you dumb broad, right? Does that not read like that? You stupid bitch. Yeah, that reads like, did you need a man to come do it for you? All right, fine, do you need a man to come? Yeah. Chief, the reason I didn't try to open it was because I thought it was too weak. I didn't try to open it because I could tell I had not,

it had not been touched in decades. Well, thanks for your expertise in locks and corrosion. This entire case is fucked up thanks to you. I'm going to keep a close eye on you. Chief Fox, I followed all our department's proceedings. and stayed within the law. If you feel I handled these calls and properly, then please provide me with any additional training

and procedures that would guide me how I should have handled it. Nobody likes a smart-ass, Berkeley. Go start your shift. You have a lot of follow-ups to do that for this. You have a lot of follow-ups to do now for this case. It can't be doing that shit at night. Bro, I love, I love, like, stereotypical police settings.

Like, you're off this case. I got payboard. I'm out of order. You're out of order. Listen here. The mayor's up my ass. This whole department's coming apart. Exactly. We're falling apart at the seams

and the mails that are my ass. You're off this case. You're back on it. Now you're off. You're off the case. You're on the case. You're on the case again. No one's on the case.

Everyone's on it. No one's on it. Get off the case. All right. Get on the case. All right now that you're on it. Now get off it. I wanted you on so I can put you off.

I have so much. paperwork. That's got to be like crack to like grow a mustache beyond a department for years. Like some rookie you're off the case. It's got to be. If I was a 58 year old man with a stash and I was

just like, I was like, you son of a bitch. The mayor is breathing down my neck and now I got a stack of paperwork that's going to take me the rest of the goddamn week. I'm keeping an eye on you, Berkeley.

That's so good. I love that one. I'm keeping an eye on. I feel like, hold on, I've got aviators. Should I put them on? I think so. When you're a cop now, Isaiah. You got to.

Hold on. If you're in cop energy, you've got to put on the aviators. Nobody likes a smart ass brook. Most of broccoli. Nobody likes a smart ass, Berkeley. Do start your shift. You have a, you have a lot of follow-ups to do now for this case. It can't be doing that shit at nage.

Get out of my office. Hello? Don't he had to get up to go get his aviators. Oh, no, we're gonna rock down to electric avenue. Okay, that took much longer than I was originally expecting, but I found them. All right. definitely worth the time. It was definitely worth the time. It was definitely worth 100%. What an asshole. I knew from the day city council hired me that he hated me. Yeah, as I said,

it's a small town so the chief tends to do what city council tells him to do. Lucky for me, city council was eager to hire another female officer, but I don't think Fox was on board with their idea. I'm used to the sexism in these small towns, but I tolerate it since my phone. That's funny me putting the shades on to be like, yeah, I'm used to the sexism in small... But I tolerate it, since my fellow patrol officers, for the most part, don't share the chief's criticisms. I decided to follow up with the medical examiner's office to see what information they had from the autopsy and the crime scene, since we didn't seem to have a copy of their report at our station. I called the chief medical examiner.

it's officer berkeley from the patch lane case did you guys finish up the autopsy report yeah oh okay i didn't see a copy here at the station can you send it over um pretty busy right now and plus that's um that's my assistant's job all right how about i just swing by and pick it up you could do whatever your little heart desires oh it's gotta be that's got to be an appropriate way to talk you can do Well, sexual harassment. Got it. I'm just a medical examiner.

You don't have to tell me about sexism in small towns because I know all about it. Yeah. Don't tell me about sexism as small as I'm a sweetheart. I'm the chief of sexual assault. I'm the chief of I'll assault your sexual any day you want. Any need, I'm medical examiner. I'll examine you medically. What you got a, he's wearing like a female body inspector shirt.

Yeah. He's wearing either a female body. inspector shirt or he's wearing the shirt that's like a tuxedo but it's just a short sleeve shirt. Yeah. Yeah, it's like in time you want. I think the body's here somewhere.

Okay. Oh, that. Yeah, well, I think we have that. I thought you were talking about something else. Yeah, we've got that. But he's actually getting me pizza rolls from the store right now. So. Just like underneath a corpse like eating like warmed up

tisinos. It's like the grease. is dripping all over the body. Oh, shit. Good. The chief medical examiner wasn't exactly eager to help,

but I grabbed my cruiser's keys and headed on over to the lab. The assistant was a young girl fresh out of college. Greeted me with a smile. Hello, officer. How can I help you? Asked her for a copy

of the Emmy's report from Patch Lane and she proceeded to enter some letters into her computer, then hit print. She handed me a three-page document, and so I asked. Aren't there more pages? Nope, that's it.

I found this very odd, considering most medical autopsy reports for a homicide case are all well over 20 or 30 pages. I took a seat to look over the report, and I guess my confusion and anger showed on my face, since the receptionist asked if there was a problem.

So I reviewed the autopsy report, I saw that for the hair color, which was clearly long and blonde, they listed brunette, for eye color. they listed undetermined. I wish this was the end of the shit show, but the entire report seemed to be either wrong or just incomplete.

The manner of death was listed as homicide, but the cause of death was listed as undetermined. What the hell? Isn't that their job to determine cause of death? I marched over to the chief medical examiner's office and knocked twice before walking in. Chief, is this just a skeleton report from the patch lane incident?

Held up the three-page document in my hands to show him. A skeleton report is just a basic report cops will fill out prior to end of shift and then the next day with fresh eyes they fill in the gaps. However, with the homicide case and being that this was now over 48 hours later, I didn't understand why they would only have a skeleton report. Nope. That's to finish report, sweetheart. I hate when old creepy men call me sweetheart. Well, why is there no cause of death listed? Because thanks to you, the body sat in a lot of. room for three days and left us barely any

evidence to work with. Why the hell is everyone blaming me for this? And can you explain why the hair color was wrong and about half of these items are listed as undetermined? If you think you can do better, go right ahead. God, what is this police department?

She's like the only professional person, he's like, she's like, am I the only person actually doing my job here? He's like, I took my crack at it. If you think you're better, go ahead, change it. I wrote it. I wrote I wrote it all in pencil, erase whatever you want and write whatever you need down. It's really funny because it's like, hey, you didn't list a cause of death.

It's like, it's been a whole two days. You think we can tell after two days? Who are you? Exactly. What do I look like, Harry Houdini? Do you think I'm Batman or something? World's greatest detective? No, ma'am.

Come on. How am I supposed to tell? You think I could tell how somebody died from a body? They got to be alive to tell me that. Abada being. Duh. Tuts. And then she's like,

Um, okay, uh, did you, why did you say her hair was brewed at? What do you want me to do look at her? Oh, God. So what? We're gonna get this. I'm gonna blind. First, she wants me to be a magician figure out how she died. She wants me to look at the body. What, what, who are they hiring down at the, at the department these days? Sweetheart, you're so much prettier when you smile. Yeah, he just, he immediately launches into like, has anyone ever told you, you're the most

beautiful woman I've ever seen. Oh my God, you might be the, you might be the most beautiful angel I've ever seen. Let me, may I'm surprised God let you come down from heaven. I don't mean to be too forward here, but you have an amazing rack. Can I say that? I don't, I don't mean to, I don't mean to be too harsh, but it's just a fact. I like to be very subtle, but I would love to make love to you. I hate to impose this question because I pride myself on my subtlety, but

are your nipples tiny or are they the big pancake ones? Just tell me I gotta know. He's like taking his clothes off. Yeah, she's like, without everyone's acting so far, I would not surprise me. This medical, this fucking police department sucks.

She's like, uh, did you, why did you list the hair colors brunette? And he's like naked rubbing oil on himself. He's like, yeah, coconut oil's great for the skin, sweetheart. I would like to take you on a date tonight.

What do you say? I'm going to take you to the fanciest restaurants of a bit. It's called Olive Garden. Free breadstick, sweetheart. Do you like bread? Do I like bread? Oh, yeah. They even put leaves in there.

She's like it's spices. It's oregano. No, no, no, leaves. Leaves. They put leaves in there.

Then if you get the potato soup, you can dip the bread in the soup. the soup and then it's a whole other world. It's a different ballgame. If you can get potato soup, if you get cabbage soup from all of the garden, she's like, are you eating like a depression-era person at a restaurant?

I would like a, I would like a, the edge of a loaf of bread and a bowl of your finest cabbage soup. Thank you. What do you mean they sell pasta here? Yeah. What is a wet bread?

I don't like that. Disgusting. Get the fuck out of here. We're leaving. The case. We're going to raise robin. Yum. Okay.

Where was I? Okay. I asked to go see the body. And I wanted to make sure I wasn't just making shit up in my own head. Shockingly, he agreed and took me. over to the freezer. Again, it's a small town, so the morgue only had about five bodies in the freezer. But that's a lot of bodies. I feel like for a small town to have in the freezer.

There's 70 people who live this town. There's five dead bodies already. We had, we had an 8% casualty event last night. I do not know how we are going to economically recover from the DUI incident. Of the five people are dead, that includes the mayor, his secretary, the head of commerce and the owner of the bank. We don't know how to get it as well as the pastor of three churches in the region. One of them was Jewish. We don't know how he did it. That's how good he was.

We'll never recover. Oe ve. It's. I get it. There's a body. there that's in both like a priest garb and like a Jewish synagogue he's a rabbi and a priest how the hell did you do it rabbi priest okay we have I have to get we have to lock it story a little bit this is we were pushing

it with the bug thing last yeah we're gonna be pissed now I know everyone's bad whatever we're having fun sorry that we're having a good time i found our jane dough from patch lane and zipped open the bag i immediately noticed her blonde hair i knew i wasn't crazy grab some latex gloves and began to go through her pockets to look for identification since clearly the emmy's office decided it was undetermined if she had items in her pockets found a receipt from a gas station for 10 gallons of gas priced at 112 per gallon I actually felt jealous to this dead woman

wondering where she found to get where she found to go where she found to get gas that sheet man I don't know what that hurt then I looked up top of the receipt and saw the date stamp as 10201998 so what

20 years ago 20 years ago yep why the hell would she keep a receipt that old flipped the receipt over and saw there was some type of writing like in pencil on it but I couldn't make it out I put the receipt into bagging and decided I was going to send it out to the PA state lab for further testing to see if they could decipher what was written.

The more I looked at her, I also noticed she was wearing bleached jeans with a multicolored sweatshirt, like what my mom used to dress me in when I was younger. I left the freezer since I could barely fill my own fingers and asked the chief Emmy if he had copies of their attempts to identify the body, dental moldings, fingerprints, DNA test, etc. hand me over a stack of the papers and said, Good luck. Why are there only six fingerprints? Why didn't you do all ten like normal? Well, why did you check the lock of the door while you were three days?

God! What is this? This is the most fucking petty police department of all times. Well, why didn't you check the lock of the door while you were there three days ago? I don't tell you how to do your job, so why the hell are you going to try to tell me how to do mine? What is this?

insane. He's literally like, look, you couldn't find the body, so I'm going to not identify it. Yeah, exactly. You didn't check that. I left out four fingers. Even Stevens. The clean state. Asshole. I decided I was going to redo her fingerprint since once the enemy looked shitty and weren't even complete. It's usually more thorough than this. And I have no idea why it feels like I'm the only one even trying to solve this case anymore. Fingerprinted all 10 of our Jane Donne's fingers and ran them through my mobile automated fingerprint identification system. I was plenty of, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I got a hit so I click Seymour and my screen read

Michelle Klein date of birth July 5th 1972 date of death October 20th 1998 what the hell interesting

end of part two so this is so wait do you let me ask you this with everyone being so fucking up in arms and stuff do you think that the story is trying to bait and switch you like oh the police department's in on it or do you think it's just incompetent? Do you think the police department is trying to hide something or the police department's 100% in on it 100% this guy being like

what you want me to do my job are you crazy yeah yeah that's 100% uh this is undoubtedly police department but malfeasance um i do think as far as like the case itself goes there's some weird time wibbly wobbly stuff going on i think because it's like she died in 1998 her clothes are from 98, the receipts from 98. So, yeah, I think this is some weird time warp thing that's happening. I don't know exactly what yet.

Maybe she died then. It was transport because she was dead for two days. It's not like the body's been there for 20 years, right? Right. Or maybe there was something that preserved her body perfectly, but then why would the date of death be listed? That wouldn't make sense. So I feel like this is, maybe it's like, maybe it is an old case that like the body repeated itself was like copied over into the house or something i don't know but i am interested part three update august 13th 2018 i woke up friday evening groggy with a pounding headache i'm beginning to think the

bottle of wine i finished thursday night wasn't such a great idea that's the thing with cops we come across horrible scenes that we can't rationalize or explain whether it be murdered children abusive husbands finding a 20-year dead body, we turned to alcohol. Me personally, I turned to a nice, dark Merlot. Does that I pronounce Merlot? Merlot. Yeah, I think it's Merleau.

Yeah, I think you're right. I couldn't stop wondering how the hell that body could have died 20 years ago. It was fresh. I could still smell it. Made absolutely no sense. Grab my keys as my left hand

as I wedged my right hand fingers between my duty belt and uniform belt to get my last beltkeeper snapped in, place before running out the door to make it to roll call on time. I'll drive into the station. All I could think about was how there's no way my mobile aphist was correct. I decided that as soon as roll call ended, I was going to grab a different mobile aphist from the back cave, not so creative name we call the room with all of our tools, gadgets, and weapons, and scan my Jane Doe's fingerprints again. As soon as roll call was over,

I ran upstairs, grab Jane Doe's fingerprints from the case file. Next, I grabbed one of the newer mobile A-FIS devices and scan Jane Doe's fingerprints. It was running slow, but seemed to be thinking. The screen read, processing, processing, processing. And after it felt like an eternity, but in reality it was maybe three minutes, I got the message. System has timed out. Failed attempt. Weird. This has never happened to me before. I decided to try it again.

This time, I can actually feel my heart start to thud louder and louder as I waited for the results. processing processing no results found what the hell are you kidding me this is the response i'm used to seeing when i scan a suspect's fingerprints who has never before been arrested i didn't tell anyone about my previous michel klein results because it didn't make any sense to me i worried something exactly like this would happen and i would like and i would look like the crazy one for i could jump on one of the computers to start to do some digging i heard the tone drop the tone is the loud, high-pitched screaming tone that makes every cop's heart skip a beat.

Dispatch to all available units. We just received a call for gunshots fired near the McDonald's. This town is insane. I don't. I'm in hell. The caller is unsure where the shooting occurred, but heard three gunshots

followed by the screeching tires and someone yelling. Can I say real quick? I have a story, but I feel like this is a good one. So when I was a, kid, I actually had to go to court. Because the can man

was being arrested and you were forced up on the stand. I've never been. I've never think that's a witness. Thank you. I got a speeding ticket. I was going, I think it was like 16 over the speed limit or whatever when I was 16.

So to try to scare me, I was driving through Kentucky. They sent me to a local court. So I showed up my court date. And at the beginning, so like you know you show up early morning 738 whatever and you have to set there in the back before they call up your case so i'm just listening to all the trials right so i'm listening to all the trials and it's all of the uh initial hearings like all of the uh what do they call it when

they do um what what reasonable suspicion what do they call it uh i'm going to find that there is plausible deniability whatever no the thing where it's like i'm going to find that there's reasonable suspicion or whatever to go forward with your case basically like the judge is determining does the case deserve to go into trial guilty not guilty whatever um so i'm sitting there listening to all of it and they are going through a bunch of the assaults uh and the whole line of people going up to the stand up to the bench to uh talk to the judge are the kind of people you'd expect like a bunch of like drug addict looking guys and t-shirts who are there it's all like domestic and stuff like that but there's one girl in line who looks like a soccer mom.

Like she's like has her face done in makeup. She's like wearing like a track suit or whatever. And the whole time I'm like, what is she here for? And she gets up to the front. And the judge is like, do you understand the like ruling against you? And she was like,

no, I do not. And he was like, would you like me to read like officers report. And she was like, yes, I would. And in my head, I'm like, oh,

yes. Fantastic. Give me the tea. And the judge reads off the officer's report. And it's like, suspect entered into a local McDonald's. And after getting into a disagreement with the worker, hopped the counter and began punching several members of the staff. Good fucking God. After this, she began grabbing food and refreshments from behind the counter and throwing them at patrons as they entered.

When police arrived to the scene, she began throwing ice cream at them before she had to be tased and arrested. of course you know sometimes you have those days did sometimes you have those days so the whole courtroom is like starting to laugh and the judge like has to slam the gavelies like order order whatever yeah and he was like ma'am I'm going to find that there's reasonable suspicion maybe whatever I'm going to find there's reasonable suspicion to move forward until then I'll see to it that you are not allowed to enter a McDonald's and she says what how many McDonald's which ones and he says any McDonald's in the continental United States

and then so she's walking out the door and some crack addict in the back of the courtroom whenever she's about to walk out goes here comes the hamburgler everyone in the court started laughing man to get totally fucking burned by a crack

addict homeless guy would be fucking brutal yeah she got this dude was like like scratching scabs off of his skin like near shirtless and he's like here comes the hamburger and like the judge was laughing like the other crack addicts like abusers were laughing it was great yeah anyway so yeah that's happening in this town there's gunshots being fired near McDonald's i ran to my cruiser flip the switch to turn on my lights and siren and race to the scene we circulated the area for over an hour with no results finally dispatch got back on the air Dispatched all units.

We just received a call from the hospital that they are gunshot wound patient and they would like an officer to respond. Sergeant Oakley was kind enough to offer the rookie's assistance. Just like that, I spent the entire rest of my night sitting at the hospital waiting for the victim to come out of surgery so that I could question him. I spent all Friday night thinking about our Jane Doe case and trying to find answers. But the more I thought about the case, the more questions I had. When I returned to work Saturday, I decided I wanted to return to Patch Lane and try to get some close. to some of the unanswered questions. After everything that happened, I realized it would be best for me to not go alone.

I texted my friend Tim, he's a badge number 1045 who responded last time with me, and asked if he'd be willing to head back over to Patch Lane with me under the radar. He agreed and we both advised dispatch to hold us out doing foot patrol around the park. This is an area we had a lot of problems at night with underage drinking and smoking. hold my cruiser to a stop and shut off the engine Tim slowly forced himself out of his cruiser muttering about his bad back

Bargley what are we even looking for back here anything Tim I just don't think the Emmys office process that seemed properly based on how they handle the body what are you talking about shit I didn't tell him about my little visit to the

eme's office nothing let's start out and do a full sweep of the perimeter she should tell him him she should if she trust him she should tell him yeah why would she not especially the way maybe at this second it's like okay we're standing here let's just get this over with and then i'll explain it to him um but she needs to explain it to him i feel like you would debrief that or

i'm surprised that she's like as a veteran on the force that she wouldn't be like has this happened to you like this seems so odd you know what i mean yeah you'd think it'd be something to bring up i wasn't really sure what i was expecting there was still police tape across the front door with a fire red sticker on the seal of the doorway stamped, do not enter. I leaned in to check the door handled to make sure it was locked. As I reached down, I heard a loud, shill scream come from immediately behind me. Jumped up, turned around, and shined my flashlight straight ahead. Nobody was there.

I heard a much softer, quieter skill come from ground level. Redirected my light downward, sitting in front of me was a Halloween black cat. Jesus Christ, Cat What the hell are you screaming at me for? Now that she had my attention, she came up to me and wrapped her body around my leg purring. I proceeded to check the rest of the windows, worked my way to the rear of the house towards Tim.

Haley, yes I named her, followed me and began frantically meowing at me the closer I got to the rear of the house. Your screaming got so bad, I had to throw her some crackers from my pocket just to distract her, and it worked. I noticed a shadow in the upper level window but couldn't make out what it was

began taking steps backward to get a better look through the upper level window all while shining my flashlight upwards about the seventh or eighth step back I felt something hard and sharp whacking to the back of my ankle brought me to my knees Tim came running over since this time

I was the one doing the yelling and not Haley he shined his light down to make sure I was okay thank God there was no blood and I seemed to be fine I bent over to see what it was that I felt going to my ankle and I felt a rusted, sharp chunk of metal. It was an old root cellar door handle. Root cellars are not uncommon on these old farms. It was way for farmers to store their harvest over the long winter months when refrigeration was non-existent.

What the hell is that? It's a root cellar door. We need to see what's down there. We opened the door and I used my ASP baton to wrap all the spider webs around it and clear path for us. Barclay, you're fucking going first I'm getting too old for this shit So hold on She heard a scream

But then she wrote it off as being the cat And then after that Something just a door handle just flew into her ankle Yeah I was confused by that I didn't know if she was like walking Or if she like tripped into it or not I don't know She seems very nonchalant

Also I just want to say Has she never been around a fucking cat before like to discern because if if I was like oh I heard a cat scream but just to say I heard a violent horrid shrilled scream I would almost think it's not like an animal I guess I would say I have never confused a woman scream for a cat scream aside from like a mountain lion right a shy my let down and began going down one step at a time I went slowly so as to not fall through one of these old wooden stairs. We walked down what could only be described as a tunnel for about 10 seconds before we reached a small set of stairs. There were about four steps up that led to a smaller hatch,

almost like an attic door. One that you must crawl through without a ladder. I reached up and opened the hatch, popped my head up and shine my light around. There was a large rug over the hatch opening. Tim helped me push it out of the way. Once we could finally see in the room, I recognized it. It was the room we found Jane Doe. Tim grabbed my arm and convinced me we needed to leave because this house was still an active crime scene and couldn't go walking around inside.

We finally figured out how the body got in that room. I knew I wasn't crazy. There was no way anyone had touched that lock on the outside. I turned around and retraced our steps, careful not to disturb anything. Along the way, I tried to look for evidence, but it was too dark. It was an area that would be better examined

during daylight. We returned to our cruisers and calmed our nerves over a long smoke break, despite the fact that I'm not even a smoker. I got home, passed out, and went back into work on Sunday. One thing I love about working weekends is that there is no brass at the station when I go

into work. However, this day was different. As soon as I walked in the station, I overheard my co-workers talking about some suits that were up in the chief's office. Sergeant Oakley saw me and immediately snapped his fingers at me. Barkley, get over here Chief got called in a day

because of surprise visit from some suits He wants you in his office immediately He headed upstairs to the chief's office Little surprise that the feds were getting involved in this case I began to wonder if the FBI got involved Because of a potential serial killer My thoughts were quickly interrupted by Chief Fox Barkley, get your ass in here

Oh, the wonderful sound of his voice Hello chief, how can I help? Berkeley, the marshals got called in to help with this case. The U.S. Marshals? They usually go after fugitives. Do they think a fugitive did this to our Jane Doe? Do they think R. John Doe is a fugitive? My mind is going 100 miles per minute.

Chief Fox then told me I had to sit down with them and answer any and all questions that they had. I took a seat and walked them through my past week, explaining the 911 hangups and finding the body. I was planning to give them main details about the fingerprints, Michelle Klein or The Secret Door but they asked me something that sparked my interest.

Officer Berkeley, are you familiar with the U.S. Marshal's Witness Protection Program? Ooh. In, end of part three, into part four. Part four, let's go. I'm excited.

The glasses are really doing a lot of heavy lifting here for me, emotionally. I just want you to do that. I don't know why, but this story reminds you of the showers for some reason. I think it's because whenever I was thinking about the hidden door. or whatever.

I was thinking of the same kind of set up of like the hallways that led to the shower room, kind of like that underground kind of vibe. Mm-hmm. And there's like a hint of a paranormal vibe to that story too. I don't know.

Yeah. Yeah, no, it's a good combination, I think. Update Tuesday, August 14th, 2018. My conversation with the U.S. Marshals left me speechless. It seemed like every time a question was answered, it created 10 more questions. My Jane Doe was in the witness protection program.

Why? Why would she risk her life by coming back here? Who wanted to kill her? The U.S. Marshals were extremely professional, polished, and appeared as though they wanted to help. They weren't willing to divulge any specifics or details of why Jane Doe was put into the program or why she may have been killed. They did tell me that she was a key witness to a very high-profile case years ago involving the ATF. they also that Michelle Klein was her real name

however they faked her death upon entry of the witness protection program wherever I ran her fingerprints through APIS I triggered an alert in their system and that's how they came

to be standing in front of me okay so I will say that's really cool I got worried for a second that the story was going to take a direction of being like the whole department's in on it

and the second she ran the fingerprints like they blotted them out of the system. So I was just afraid that there was going to be like an unbelievable level of like local cop corruption or whatever. But I do like the idea like, oh no, the reason it did that is because this was a witness protection case.

We had to investigate. So like I like the direction the story's going right now. Yeah. It's a fun, I guess. I guess what is it? Like it's bounding itself more in the realm of mystery. than it is the supernatural.

I feel like it's subverting your expectations a bit, I think. In a good way, yeah. You know, this honestly reminds me of how, like, the OG Sherlock Holmes stories went. Because a lot of those, I remember reading this Sherlock home story as a kid called The Speckled Band. And it was about this woman who said that there was like a ghost

that would come into her room. And one night she, she woke up from bed and then yelled the speckled band and then died so everyone thought the ghost did it but then it sherlock combs going through and seeing that there's like a secret entrance a secret wall that people were hiding in stuff like that uh it reminds me of that a lot in a good way i like it yeah before i could ask any questions they shook my hand and thanked me for my time they walked out the door before i could even get a why out of my mouth who killed michel klein who kept calling 911 what did this poor woman get herself into

while I was there a receipt in her pocket from 20 years ago. I finished up the rest of my ship completing paperwork, which I eventually faked over to the suits. Sorry, which I eventually faxed over to the suits. I went home early Monday morning and only had two glasses of wine before rolling into bed by 5 a.m. Don't be mistaken. It's not that I didn't want to drink an entire bottle again,

but I was just too tired. Monday evening, I headed back towards the station for roll call, which started around 5 p.m. sergeant oakley read and summarized aloud the prior shift's reports before releasing us to hit the road for i can finish racking my cruiser dispatch calls dispatched a 1034 1034 go ahead 1034 we just got a call from a senior citizen who currently at who is currently at her neighbor's house she is medical she is a medical alert customer and oxygen dependent her phone lines are currently not working and is requested to speak with an officer 1034 show me en route although there isn't much for an officer officer to do on a call such as this, we are obligated to respond if someone calls a request to see an officer. I drive down the long country road towards the caller and can't help a glance to my right as I pass the Patch Lane sign. I arrive on scene to meet with the sweetest old woman who reminded me very much my own grandmother. She explained to me that she walked to her neighbor's house

and called the phone company about her phones not working, but just wanted an officer to keep her company until her phones were fixed to sue as oxygen dependent. She also shared that she was already had more than one fall in her home and used her medical alert. I told her I was happy to wait with her. She lived in an older farmhouse. There are many of those in this area and had one of the prettiest farmlands I've seen in a while. She had her garden filled with colorful flowers and cute lawn ornaments throughout. She caught me staring and said,

Oh, yes. My daughter comes by every week to help keep my garden looking so pretty. Her husband mows the lawn for me and she tends to my flowers. Yeah, that's the kind of voice to think of when I think of a sweet, lovely old woman. Yeah. I was shocked to see the local phone company drive down the gravel road within 30 minutes of my arrival. I went outside to greet the technician and explained the problem. He introduced himself as Tom and asked me where the box was located.

As quick as I could repeat the question in my head, I heard the older woman yell from the porch. It's behind the shed! I followed Tom behind the shed, and about 20 yards away, I saw a large, three, foot square pole sticking out of the ground. Tom walked over to it and began reaching on his belt for some tools. What is that? This is the box that connects her telephone line as well as your neighbor's lines to the central telephone system. I'm going to see if there's a problem with the wires making the connections. He attempted to open the hinge. No luck. These things usually go months maybe years without being

open and take a little TLC to go to open. There we go. front face opened after just a little elbow grease was put into it saw several wires and some labels next to wires containing a series of numbers so explain to me what's going on here well these boxes were put here way before your time they had to install these when landlines were first becoming a thing you see the wires and the numbers after them they show the address each wires associated i notice a loose wire hanging from the bottom with no label this one appeared to have a female attachment on the end i asked and what is the wire made to connect to oh that's that's there so we can plug our phones into and make phone calls into the test lines

wait what you can carry a phone in your pocket plug it in and make a call from a box well it isn't exactly that simple you need a certain type of phone but yeah i guess kind of like that what phone number would show up when you called someone from that box whichever neighbor's line you selected up here as he motioned to the labels and switches it was then that I had my light bulb moment what if my 911 one hang ups at patch lane were being done at one of these boxes i asked so if a house had no electricity no telephone could it still show up as the origin of the phone call if someone called from a box tom paused for a moment to think about it and responded uh i guess yeah i mean that's possible as long as the telephone line has

not been reassigned to another person. Tom finished up his work and was able to get the phones working again. I left the scene within the hour, so it was still light outside. I decided to head back to Patch Lane in the daylight to see if I could find one of those lane line-line telephone poles. I arrived on scene and began walking through the acreage. After about 20 minutes, I found it. I leaned over and wrapped my two fingers inside the front panel and pulled.

The door opened with ease, much like the last box I watched Tom open. somebody who had opened this box recently but who as I started to head back towards my cruiser I heard screaming damn it Haley turned around and saw Haley sitting by the front porch she's really got to clarify screaming

yeah for real it's messing with me a little bit this time she looked in pain she was holding a front paw in the air and kept looking at it screaming in pain got closer to and saw that her paw looked incredibly swollen I'm an animal lover so I decided to wrap her in an old uniform

shirt I had in my trunk, et cetera, my cruiser. Grab my phone from my front vest pocket, Googled local veterinarians. It's a pretty damn surprised to see my family's old vet was showing us still open and in business. We had a black lab growing up that I swear was the most intelligent dog. Dr. DeMair's was just down the road

and opened until 8 p.m. I glanced at my watch and saw it was already 7.40, so I rushed down the road to the vet. Dr. Mayor immediately took us in and began examining her paw. I couldn't believe this guy was still alive, let alone still working. I remember him as being old when I was a kid. He has to be in his 80s by now. My dad used to always take our dog to him, and I remember he would call Dr. Myers the mayor

because he knew everyone in this town and knew everything about them. for as much as my dog hated the vet is where my dad loved going there to shoot the shit with Dr. Myers. So, where'd you find this cat, officer? Down on Patch Lane at an abandoned farmhouse. She was sitting on the front porch, crying in pain. I just couldn't leave her there.

Oh, yeah. I haven't heard about Patch Lane in quite a while. Oh, are you familiar with that house? I don't know if you would, I don't know if I'd say that. I just remember the stories that circulated the town way back when. He stopped to write down some notes in his chart. He looked up and said,

That was a beautiful farm. I remember taking care of a cows on the old Wince farm when the goods lived there. Did you know the guy that lived there after the goods passed? Oh, I never knew him. I only heard many stories. What stories? Well, that fellow was a jack of all trades, you could say.

He dipped his hands into about every illegal scheme you could think of. I heard rumors he ties to the mafia. The guy's blonde hair and blue eye Yet supposedly was Italian Now you Now you only explain to me officer Never did it understand But I suspect he was going

But I suspect he was given something To providing something to them Very odd character Never heard about the owner of Patchland Until just now Where is he now? I asked Oh he left town quite a few years ago

Never did see him again Well, in a little Here's some penicillin You're going to have to give Haley. You're going to give it to Haley for the next five days. This will help clear up her obsess, her obsess, or her abscess, right? Her abscess to, yeah. Her abscess to make sure her the infection doesn't get any worse.

If it does get worse, call my office. Wait, what the hell? I'm going to have to give her medicine. So now I have a cat. More of a dog person, but I can't stomach the idea of dropping her off of the local shelter either. Oh, on my way home, I stopped at the local martin, picked up a litter box, some cat litter, cat food. These cats are lower maintenance and more independent than dogs.

Haley decided to snuggle up next to me for the night, and I'll admit it was the best I slept in months. I woke up Tuesday morning and decided to make it a productive day, despite the fact it's my day off from work and I'm exhausted. Began to think, who would have more information on Patch Lane or Michelle Klein? All my thoughts came back to the same person, my dad. He was on the force back in the 90s. Hell, he was on the force even back in the 80s and 70s.

drove over to his house and pulled into the driveway saw the rosebush and bloom in the front of the house and it instantly reminded me of my mom she passed away a few years back but every time I go to my dad's I find pieces of her everywhere such as rosebush that she planted walking myself inside and was greeted with the best bear hug after feeding me and fueling me was his famous

super secret recipe coffee we sat down dad have you ever been to the house on Patch Lane oh wow yeah i have many many years ago really who were you there for the ATF needed a couple uniformed officers to assist him with gathering evidence for a case they busted the owner of the place for smuggling and illegal guns and he had them stored in the shed of the farm what i've been researching this place for over a week and i never heard of an ATF raid oh that's because it was confidential we never wrote a police report on the incident it was solely documented on the federal level and they were very good about keeping it out of the media we didn't have we didn't

have space phones back then so it was much easier to keep this under wrap you know what happened to the owner who was he his name was john no wait joseph yeah joseph um joseph muller i believe was similar to miller but not quite miller and what about what happened to him right well he had an inside mole with the police department and caught wind of the raid and he flew the coop and I've never really gotten an update since then. I began to wonder why Tim didn't tell me any of this. Dad, I've been dispatched to the patch lane several times with Tim and he didn't tell me any of this. Do you know why he wouldn't tell me about it?

Well, Tim didn't join the department until about 1997, maybe 98. This all happened around 95, about two years before then. Well, that made me feel a little better. I felt guilty for insinuating that I was questioning Tim. My dad began to ask me questions about my own calls to patchline. but I made the dash to the front door and told him I had to get going because of Haley and simply told him I had taken an astray

who was still healing. What is with characters in these stories not explaining? Like just tell your dad. Maybe your dad knows more info. You're a detective. Do the detective thing. Just seems odd.

Seems odd that that's not like because I feel like the obvious answer. She has no reason to, I guess, be just like, she has no reason to be so, I don't know, cautious or like so like,

suspicious of everyone around her just seems odd, right? I would be suspicious of the department if I was her, but if there's anyone you can trust, it's your dad and Tim. Yeah. Right? So I would tell them everything.

I'm suspicious of the department because the department's the guys are like, oh, blonde brunette, what's the difference? The department is incompetent, but yeah, Tim and the dad, you would be like, these are at least competent people that I trust. Yeah, here's what I know.

Can you help? Yeah. I hadn't heard back from the Pennsylvania State Lab yet. So I called them to get an up update on what was written on the back of the receipt I found in Michelle's pocket. Receptionist answered the phone. State Forensics Department. Hello, this is Officer Barkley following up on case number,

case number 2018 redacted. I wanted to check the status of my evidence. The receptionist transferred me. A mail answered. Hello, Officer Barclay. Sorry we've been busy. I didn't get a chance to call you sooner. We were successful in extracting the writing on the back of the receipt you provided to us.

It read L34 R16. seen L8 What does that even read I can't say for certain what this means But my personal opinion This definitely looks like the combination to a safe Interesting We haven't got anything about the safe yet right

I don't think so I imagine though she's going to go back And try to find See if there's something in the actual Uh Like there's a safe in the house Potentially I also think this next part is our last part Part 5 I think is the last one

Yeah we'll see I don't know if it's all going to wrap up right now, but we'll find out. Update Wednesday, August 15th, 2018. I became obsessed with trying to figure out where a safe could possibly be on Patch Lane. I woke up early Tuesday morning and threw some food in a bowl for Haley before racing out of my house. Don't worry, Haley. I want to be home later.

She me out goodbye in response, brushed along my leg, trotted over to the couch, grill up and wait for my return. So damn hard to leave her. now she'll avoid my heart i didn't know existing headed over to my dad's i didn't call him ahead of time since he's just down the road and i stop in all the time so i was pulling up i saw tim's truck parked to my dad's driveway not very surprised since they're good friends and today is tim's day off as well so they tend to catch up on tuesdays or wednesdays over cigar on the back deck i was actually really glad tim was there because i had some more questions i wanted to run by him as well

my dad greeted me with his famous bear hug and Tim gave me a nod on the head and smiled How's it going? Hey, I'm actually really glad you guys are both here. I wanted to ask you both about Patch Lane. Tim chimed in. Jesus, see what I'm talking about? Your girl's obsessed with this case now. Chip off the old block, am I right? Oh, I remember those days of obsessing over cases.

I gotta say, retirement has treated me well. Such a cheesy line. I remember my days back on the force. Oh, well, I remember time has gone, done, been pretty well to me. I remember working in them cases. I tell you what,

by God, we down here, we down here, we got our time off on the Lord's day. Taking all the time off the way God intended. It's just like the Sabbath

because I'm rested. Ain't that right? Can I get an amen? Okay. Amen, brother. Amen. I welcome myself back into the conversation. Okay, well,

maybe there's a reason to be upset. I just talked to the state's forensic lab and it looked like Michelle had written a code to a safe on the back of the receipt that she had in her pocket. I thought there's a safe somewhere on Patch Lane that could have answers for me. Tim took a long inhale of his cigar,

held it, slowly released. You're gonna make me go back there, are you? Flashed him a smile and offered. Well, I could go alone. Tim agreed and my dad laughed at him and remarked. Yeah, she does that shit to me too. good luck with that Tim

also wanted to ask you about the 911 hang-ups you used to respond to back when you were a rookie but what else do you remember about the tenant Tim thought for a moment and replied

well she was certainly a pretty young girl she had two very young children neither could talk yet so I bet they were under two she looked young herself too I was suspect she was

maybe around 20 years old if that just had that baby face you know she was very curious about the house and locked door in the basement most people hated the cops showed most people hated when the cop showed up but she always seemed i don't know relieved she would she would mention how big that house was and how she always felt like someone was watching her god good fucking lord even the tenants after the sorry even the tenants after her made similar comments i always chalked it up to being the mystery to being the history of the wince farm you know good god I don't know why it would be I was like she moved somewhere else Because right after she left the new tenant came in I guess I don't know exactly what happened to her

Do you remember her name? Oh God, I'm awful with names I'll never forget a face But I can't remember her names You know that Could her name have been Michelle Klein Honestly, I don't know I could have

But I have no idea I was 20 years ago Dad What do you know about the tenants of the house in the late 90s I remember all the tenants were similar what do you mean they like look similar

dad this is important just tell me what you're trying to spit out well all the tents were young attractive women they're mostly blonde from out of town the type of girls that your mother would not have liked to meet stopping to talk

at the grocery store if you catch my drift whores wait are you saying that you think that the prostitutes no no i'm just i mean they're young pretty kind of ditsy you know i wasn't sure what to make of this information but i let tim finish his cigar before he headed into the station we're scheduled off for tuesday but given this new information i requested and was granted to come in and work over time to follow up i remember that tim used to go to the beach and come back with old coins and whatnot that he would find using his metal

detector. I asked him if he could bring his metal detector to Patch Lane with him this evening to help us find the safe. After we broke from Roll Call, we immediately headed to Patch Lane. Seam was done being processed, so we walked through the front door. We went up to the master bedroom and tried every floorboard, every inch of the wall, looking for where a safe could be hidden. We were unsuccessful. We mutually decided to try the basement before the rest of the house. Worked our way into the room where we found Michelle's body. There are some scenes you used. just won't forget. That was one. Her body was purple, swollen, and unrecognizable as human. The only way I even identified her as a young woman was based on the long, blonde hair

and the clothing she had on. Tim ran his metal detector along the cement wall and we heard, Beep, beep, beep, beep. He continued to move it along to the left. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. I looked at each other for a moment before he dropped his metal detector and we grabbed at the wall. I don't know what we were even grabbing at, but we kept feeling along the wall. As I pushed along the wall, a block moved. I grabbed my knife from my pocket,

and Tim grabbed his, both shoved our knives along the cement brick, easted out from the wall. There it was, the safe. It was an old-fashioned turned-dial lock, like the kind I used to have in my high school locker. Drawing on my memory, cleared the lock before trying the combination.

Spunned to the left, stopping at 34, at two times to the right, stop in at 16, spent it back to the left, stopped at 8, click. I went to open the door, Tim's eyes, Tim's eyes and mine locked on the safe. Then I heard another click. This wasn't like the unlocking of the safe. This was familiar. It was the cocking of a revolver. I turned around and was faced with the barrel of a gun. Well, well, well, you pigs just can't stay away from my house. He had blonde hair,

although the gray was taking over and piercing blue eyes. You're as bad as that bitch who couldn't keep her mouth shut. You know, I let her live here because she appeared cute and dumb. Her curiosity,

what got her cute? Okay, what is happening here? This is fucking stupid. Okay, hold on now. All right. Let me get back in. I'm fading, bro. I'm fading.

We're almost there. We're so close. You're as bad as that bitch who couldn't keep her mouth shut. You know, I let her live here because she appeared cute and dumb. Her curiosity is what got her killed. Just like what I'm going to do to you too.

The problem with face it, a gun is that no matter how fast I could grab my gun, we would have been able to pull his trigger faster. However, there are other options. Slowly walked towards our killer, hands in the air, leveled with my shoulders, and asked,

You're Joseph, aren't you? Yeah. And you're dead. As he finished his sentence, my nose was nearly touching the barrel of his gun. I grabbed the barrel, twisting it to his right, making a full 360-degree circle. I heard his pointer finger snap as it got tangled in the trigger and broke. At his gun and pointed it right back at him. Get on the fucking ground!

He slowly raised his hands in the air and got on his right knee, then his left. Tim ran behind Joseph and placed him in handcuffs. Once the scene is under control, we called for back. back up. So officers arrived on scene, so did the suits. Two suits from earlier in the week came down. Tim and I recounted the evening's events. It was at this point that I realized I still didn't get to see what was inside the safe.

Walked over and opened the door. Grabbed a handful of papers, pulled them out. There were photographs. Tim instantly said, That's her. That was the girl. Like I said, I never forget a face, just names. looked at him and said,

That's Michelle Klein, your body and our witness. I took a deep inhale and released it with a long sigh. Now, can you please tell us what the hell went on here? Ah! Oh, man. The suits looked at each other.

and the older one nodded his head. All right. So your Mr. Joseph Mueller here was into some deep stuff. Most predominantly, he ran legal guns and sold them to some big names, including the mafia. The ATF thought they could, the ATF thought they got everything

during their raid years ago. But there are so many hidden passages, tunnels, at root sellers throughout this property. And land, he kept hiding, he kept hiding them from, wait, wait, way, but he kept hiding them somewhere new. Trust us.

If you knew about how the tunnels and passages... If you knew about the tunnels and passages you are literally standing on right now, you have nightmares for years. Sue took a sip of his coffee and continued. Good coffee. Anyways, he used the attendants as a cover-up and targeted tenants who he thought

wouldn't ask any questions and would be fine with sending checks addressed as cash to a P.O. box as their monthly rent checks. But he didn't expect was for Michelle Klein to start asking questions and go digging through this house. She stumbled across one of the root sellers where he stored

guns and called the feds immediately. She didn't know she could trust the lowest, oh my God. She didn't know if she could trust the local police at this point and went straight to the ATF. ATF cockedacted us and said they knew Mueller and knew he would, and knew that if he

found out that she knew then she would be dead. She knew that he knew that he knew that he be dead. So they sent her to so they sent her to us to protect her. Part of her protection meant that we needed to fake her death so that Mueller wouldn't be suspicious and go looking

for. She refused initially but when he explained to her that their children's lives would be at risk to, she agreed. He looked towards the safe and continued. Looks like she used this safe here To store old family photographs And their birth certificates It's proof of their existence

We told her she had to leave all this behind And couldn't take any evidence with her Over previous life of her children This all happened on October 20th, 1998 It looks like she wrote down the safe code On the first piece of paper she could find It kept it after all these years Received notification about two weeks ago

That her son was diagnosed with cancer God damn cancer Kid was only 22 years old and a brain tumor. She kept on telling us she wanted to go see him and we explained her why it just wasn't possible. And we even told her we probably wouldn't recognize her. He probably wouldn't recognize her.

It looked like she did her best to try to look as close as... Wait, oh my God, I can't fucking read. It looks like she did her best to try to look as close as she looked 20 years ago, including her clothing, so that he would recognize her. She probably wanted to go grab these photographs to show and prove that she was the mother in jog his memory. When she was here, Joseph must have seen her from one of his tree stands and wanted to silence her.

She was one of the only witnesses willing to go forward with testimony. We just could never catch him after all these years. I hope this entire case can be closed now. Yeah, I don't think you should be getting any more 911 hangups from this house. so hold on I have no idea what the fuck is going on okay so there was

I zoned out as you were exploited that but there was this woman Michelle Klein yeah there was a ditsy hot chick she was apparently for this guy that was running guns the mafia guy

sure yeah and she was like hey there's a guy's running guns a safe to store photographs Yeah, she gets in the witness protection program, puts it a safe of the photographs thing, blah, blah, has to abandon our kids. So her son gets cancer and she doesn't talk to her son. So she was going to go back to the house after all these years and grab pictures to be like, see, this is me. I'm your mom.

But the Joseph Mueller mafia guys in a tree stand and snubter out. Yeah. So she goes back to the house to get pictures of her life before. witness protection to tell a 22 year old that she is his mother and she wanted to see him so she went and bought clothes from 20 years ago yeah and then she goes to the house to get the photographs out of the wall, but the guy who 20 years ago had the house, the ATF was searching, is just living in the woods of the property now. And he's in like, he's in like a tree stand with a rifle. And he sees her and then kills her. And then for some reason after he kills her

starts calling the police to... Yeah, I don't think you should be getting anymore 911 hang-ups from that house. Yeah, so he was like just to be evil, I guess, mess with the police.

And then when the police show up to us, which why did he got away from the police, why does he care about this house that has nothing except pictures of a woman he killed in it? Yeah, I don't think you should be getting anymore and 911 one hangups from this house. And then when the,

then when the police show up to go through the safe, he's like, I'm going to kill you. and then she like quick judo chop disarms him and he doesn't get disarmed. Yeah, I don't think you should be getting anymore. Now I want to hang us from that house. I processed what they had just said and asked. Yeah, wait.

Who is the one making those phone calls then? We can't disclose that information, but you can think of them as a good Samaritan who had eyes everywhere and wanted to see justice done. Hold on. Someone saw that the guy who had the mouse murdered a woman and then put her in the secret room that led to another secret room in the house.

So their solution was to just call the police and say something was happening at this disclosed house. over and over until we headed back to the station where I started the never-ending paperwork process. Now that we were more secluded, I grabbed one of the suits and decided to tell him about my experience at the medical examiner's office. Again, to think he was involved and it was something they needed to know. He stopped me and said, This is actually something that Emmy wanted to talk to you himself about. Hold on.

A suit came back with the Emmy and he extended his hand to shake mine. I was confused by the gesture but shook his hand. Officer Barclay, I just wanted to say what a fantastic job you did on this case. I also wanted to apologize to person for how I acted and how I handled this case. I received a nominous threat that if I performed an autopsy or did anything at all with the body, my family was going to be killed. They even knew my daughter's school and her schedule. I am so sorry.

I was afraid to go to the authorities out of fear from my family. I am so glad to see that you stuck your guns and saw this case through. This passed to 1034. 1034, go ahead. Are you able to respond to a 911 hang up? Affirmative, what's the address? Yeah! The CSI deal.

What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? Okay. Well, Isaiah, what'd you think? That's the end of it. Except now it's an anthology of all other kooky cases that's going on. Okay.

So I met the thing I said about the story earlier that it's like a Sherlock Holmes format still fits, right? It's like, you hold on. You have like, you have like, oh, it looks like it's a supernatural case. But then as the story goes on, you figure out that there's like realistic. It has, it has a, like Scooby-Doo. Yeah, it's a guy in a mask. It's not a monster. Yeah.

My issue is I feel like the story bit off a bit more than it could chew with trying to set up like, oh, there's a house that someone from a different point in time appeared in the locked room. And then at the end, it was afraid, kind of, to leave some of that to the audience's discretion. So they had this huge info dump that explained, because you explain so much that it becomes more complicated. Like if you didn't say anything about the woman having a kid who has cancer, so she needs to dress up as how her son would remember her from 20 years ago. If you just said nothing, you could be like,

oh, well, maybe the killer dressed her in that because he's a freak and that's how he remembered her, right? If you just don't address it, you can give plausible reason to the audience. Like, it tried too hard to make sure you understood everything that it kind of like led to more confusion. but that being said I really like the idea of setting up like a police

officer's call to where you think it's a supernatural case but then it has a reasonable explanation I feel like it leaned in a little heavy to the exposition dump at the end but I like this format and also this seems to be one of her first stories I believe and now she's a published author

with a bunch of work so I would love to see this kind of format refined I think it could do well yeah how do you feel there detective i'm i'm dead inside okay all right having having the medical examiner at the end come out that that was insane officer barkler i just want to say what if so because so let me so because the guy joseph muller one guy one guy who is for some reason 20 years later living in 20 years later outside of the house living in a tree stand is for some reason, this mysterious, this mysterious, uh, person who's like,

they're going to kill my family. He had to then call Barclay sweet tits and sugar or whatever the fuck he was saying. He's like, sorry. I had to be a completely different person. Yeah, he had to be evil. And then afterwards, there's the whole like, the hero gets their way in the end because the medical exam is like, I apologize for my behavior. behavior because this random person threatened to kill me and instead of doing what any medical examiner would do and telling the police I work with, I just went along with it and decided to help cover up a murder. And there's other that, you know, there could be more to, there could be more to Joseph Mueller, right? And these other stories out there from this,

this cop who just gets no respect, little Ronnie Dangerfield, uh, Rodney Dangerfield cop gets no respected. It's a whack pack case of cops here, but maybe, maybe have your maybe have your antagonist of your story

have a little more of a reveal the three sentences before he gets arrested. Is what, is what I would is a creative note that I probably would have given. Maybe introduce the concept of someone being there before it's like a revolver

cocks. I'm going to kill you and then she disarms him and that's it. Never gets Rob again. Why is he there to shoot police off? He got off of the case 20 years ago. Why is he in the woods near the old house? Why? Why even introduce the spooky urban legend thing? I get it's to make the house seem creepier and to maybe introduce like a paranormal aspect. But it's like I just wish

there was something more tangible to this and I feel sick and sad I feel I feel I feel like a piece of cloth all right maybe we should in the episode there buddy

I feel like a ragweed okay all thank you all so much for watching I want to check out some of the other stuff I like this idea I want to see it refined more so be sure check it out we'll have stuff linked in the description

Hunter, is there anything you'd like to say, I feel like a piece of cloth, I feel like a ragweed. It's really this. It's good. I want to go on. Thank you all so much for watching. A piece of a lot. I enjoyed.

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