Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Night Shift Confessions A Police Officer’s Harrowing Encounters and Life-Altering Choices PART2 #27

Episode Date: October 31, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #nightshiftconfessions #policelifesecrets #truecrimefiles #darkencounters #uncannystories  “Night Shift Confessions: A Police Officer’s Harrowing Encounters and Life-Altering Choices PART 2” continues the gripping journey of a police officer facing the darkest side of humanity and the unexplained. From haunting calls and disturbing crimes to moments that blur the line between duty and fear, this chapter reveals the hidden toll of life on the night shift.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, nightshiftconfessions, policeencounters, crimeandfear, truecrimetales, eerieexperiences, paranormalencounters, hauntedshift, chillingmoments, officerstories, midnightduty, spinechilling, darktales, fearfiles, mysterycases

The night everything changed. I don't even know where to start, honestly. Maybe the best place is the part that keeps replaying in my head, the end, that sick twist of fate that made me pull the trigger and take Devin's life right in front of his little cousin. Six years old. Just a kid. He shouldn't have had to see that. None of this should have ever happened. Devin had already been going down a dangerous road for a while.

After his younger brother died, it was like someone switched off a light inside him. He couldn't cope, not even a little. He drank too much, he hung with the wrong crowd, and the more pain he carried, the more reckless he became. By the time everything exploded that night, he was facing felony charges. He had already pled not guilty and was out under supervision, waiting for trial. You'd think maybe having that weight on his shoulders would have some. slowed him down, given him a reason to straighten up, but nah, it just made him spiral even harder.

He wasn't coping with the grief, and grief mixed with rage as a cocktail that eats people alive. I saw it eating him. I saw it plain as day. And still, I couldn't stop what came next. People like to say everything happens for a reason, but sometimes. Sometimes things happen for no good damn reason at all. A chain of stupid decisions, bad luck, and worse timing, that's what really leads to tragedy. And that's how I ended up being the one to end Devon's life, with his cousin standing right there, wide-eyed and frozen, watching everything. Even now, I think about that car. If I'd just let go, if I hadn't held on and forced things the way I did, maybe Devin would still be alive. Maybe the kid wouldn't have to carry

that scar on his heart. We're all lucky the car stopped safely and that the boy wasn't injured, but luck doesn't erase trauma. I just pray that night doesn't replay in his dreams forever, the way it replays in mine. Joining the force. You might wonder how a guy like me even ended up in the police force. Truth is, it wasn't my dream. Far from it. I graduated college with this big, ambitious plan, I was going to be an actor. Not just some random extra you barely notice in the background, I'm talking about leading roles, scripts with my name on them, billboards, red carpets, the whole thing. Yeah, I know, it sounds far-fetched, but back then. I believed it. I had that stubborn, starry-eyed optimism you only have in your 20s. I auditioned for shows, tried out for movies,

did a couple of commercials nobody remembers. But after rejection number 50, or maybe 100, it hit me hard. I wasn't going to make it, at least not the way I thought I would. Bills don't care about broken dreams, though. Bills just keep showing up in the mailbox. So, when acting didn't work out, I had to find a plan B. That plan ended up being the badge. Becoming a cop wasn't something I'd ever pictured for,

myself, but it paid steady, had benefits, and it was a chance to do something meaningful. Or at least that's how I convinced myself at the start. By June 2022, I was officially sworn in. Fresh uniform, badge shining like it actually meant something, nerves buzzing under my skin every time I walked out the door. I worked in Strasbourg, Virginia, a small town, quiet for the most part. Nothing Hollywood-worthy ever happened there. My nights were usually spent dealing with drunk guys peeing in alleyways, breaking up bar fights, or giving warnings from minor nonsense. Honestly, that kind of peace was fine by me. The fewer big, dramatic calls I had to answer, the better.

I wasn't chasing hero status. I just wanted to do the job, go home, and try not to let the darker parts of it get under my skin. But things don't stay quiet forever. December 17, 2023, taught me that lesson the hard way. The call It was close to midnight when dispatch crackled through with a call. A woman at a local hotel was causing a scene, acting erratic, breaking property, scaring the staff. It didn't sound like the end of the world, more like one of those drunk and disorderly calls I'd handled a hundred times before.

9-1-1-1- What's your emergency? The caller was a hotel employee, his voice shaky as hell. Yeah, can I get someone at the Rada Inn in Strasbourg, Virginia? What's going on, sir? Okay, I work here, right? I stepped out front for a smoke, and when I came back inside, I saw someone's clothes all over the lobby. Then I went to check behind the desk, and there's somebody back there throwing things. I'm scared to go behind that wall.

Like, they ripped the phone out of the jack, smashed a vase. I haven't even seen them yet, but I can hear them banging stuff around. I can't go back there. It didn't take a genius to figure out this wasn't just some random drunk. Whoever was causing the chaos was in a full-blown meltdown. And it was my job to walk in there and deal with it. When I pulled into the hotel parking lot, I didn't even have to guess who the suspect was. A barefoot woman was wandering around a lot, her hair wild, eyes darting like she was seeing

things nobody else could. She looked lost, broken, and wired all at once. I stepped out, trying to keep my voice calm. Hey, ma'am, what's going on? You okay? Her head snapped up and she locked eyes with me like a cornered animal. What's that? Trying to hurt me. Who is? Come here. Everybody come here. I held my hands up, slow and steady. It's the police. You're safe now. No, I'm not, she screamed back, shaking her head. You are. I promise. I'm here to help. Come here, talk to me. She took a hesitant step forward. Are you going to take me to jail? No, no, no. I just want to talk. No jail. For a second, I thought maybe I had her calmed down. But then, bam. Out of nowhere.

she swung at me. A wild, uncoordinated punch that barely grazed my shoulder, but the intent was clear. She was unpredictable, dangerous, and absolutely not in her right mind. I pulled my taser, shouting the commands were trained to use, but she wasn't listening. Her words turned into nonsense, high-pitched screams and fragments of sentences that made no sense. She bolted, and I had no choice but to chase. Fourteen C County, I've got one running, I yelled into the radio, lungs burning as I tried to keep up. She was fast. Way faster than me. I lost sight of her for a second and cursed under my breath. This wasn't the kind of chase I'd expected to be in at midnight on a cold December night.

I looped back to my cruiser, trying to regroup. when she appeared again, this time, charging straight at me. I fired the taser. Direct hit. Wires connected, electricity surged. She went down hard. Relief washed over me for about three seconds, until she started to get back up.

The taser hadn't stopped her. Her pants slipped down during the fall, but she didn't care. She grabbed one of the wires, yanking hard, and started stumbling toward me with this terrifying determination. My heart hammered. I didn't want to hurt her, she was clearly high on something, clearly broken, but my options were running thin. She lunged, snatching my radio receiver and wrapping the cord around my neck. I gasped, clawing at the wire as I fell backward, choking. Stars popped in my vision. Instinct kicked in, I reached for my baton, swinging it at her leg in desperation.

The crack of impact barely slowed her down. She ripped the baton from my hand like it was nothing and brought it down across my head. Pain exploded through my skull, hot and sharp, and I stumbled back. We broke apart, both catching our breath. My vision blurred at the edges, blood trickling warmed down the side of my face. I knew this wasn't ending with words anymore. Shaking, I reached for my firearm. And that's where the night turned into something I'll never forget.

To be continued.