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I experienced quite a few unexplained events on the midnight shift during my thirteen years as a New York City police officer.
One night about eight years ago, Central sent my partner and me on a call for an apparent break-in. The house where the alarm had sounded was an old, Three-story A frame. It had a window up in the third- floor attic that faced the street.
My partner and I exited the patrol car and searched the outside of the property for evidence of a break-in. We didn’t notice anything unusual in the yard or outside of the house, so we proceeded to the front door. I knocked on the door, and stepped away to check the windows. In the third-floor attic window I saw the blinds get pushed to the side, and I could barely make out the face of someone looking down at us. I said to my partners, “It’s going to be a minute; they’re up on the third floor.”
Before I finished saying that, the front door began to open. An old woman asked us to me in. We proceeded into the home. She had three dogs that barked incessantly. After a brief conversation, she stated she was living alone.
Since I had seen someone up on the third floor, it meant that she really was not alone. We didn’t want to alarm the woman, so we told her we wanted to check out the house, just to be sure. After checking the first floor, we told her we wanted to check upstairs.
As we walked toward the stairs to the second floor I asked her, “Have you ever had a problem with the alarm before?” She told me that the only other time it kept going off for no apparent reason was on the night of her husband’s birthday.
We continued up the stairs, not thinking anything of her response. She then said that it was odd, because tonight was the one-year anniversary of his death! My partner and I shot each other a look and thought something strange was going on.
We searched second floor and didn’t find anything. The windows were locked tight, just like on the first floor, and there was no apparent sign of a break-in to trigger the alarm. There was just one other floor to check. From what I had seen earlier, I know there was someone upstairs.
I asked her how to get into the attic, She pointed at a door and said, “Behind that door there’s flight of stairs,”
I looked at my partner; he said he was not going up there! I wasn’t too happy, but since I definitely saw someone I wasn’t going to leave.
I proceeded up the stairs, found the switch, and turned on the light. It was apparent no one had been up there for a long time. It was a big, dark, empty attic. I went to the window that faced the street. It was locked, as was the window that faced the back.
After searching the attic, I told her the alarm must have malfunctioned because no one was in her home. We told her to call us if it ever happened again. We didn’t want to tell her what if really was; her late husband paying her a visit!
Holtsville, New York