3 Terrifying Real College Horror Stories

Stories 1- Night Shift Nightmare: A Deputy's Encounter with Domestic Disturbance

 I work nights for the Sheriff's Department in Bergen County. I've been on the force for two years. I haven't seen too much craziness aside from late-night drug arrests, a few robbery calls, and a few assault calls. Northeastern Bergen County is pretty low crime after all, so those are usually the worst calls I deal with. There was this one night that I received a disturbance call to investigate a scream that came from a house nearby. Usually, a call like this would mean a domestic dispute or even just something as harmless as people drinking and being too loud.

I arrived at the house and had to confirm twice that it was the right one. None of the lights were on, but a blue Toyota Sienna minivan was in the driveway, indicating someone was home. I walked over and knocked on the door a few times.

The neighbor must have spotted my car as he approached, claiming responsibility for alerting the authorities. He mentioned hearing a chilling scream from the house, noting that the woman living there usually resides alone but occasionally has her boyfriend over, adding to the concern. I attempted the locked doorknob first, then proceeded to check all the windows around the house, finding them all sealed shut except for one in the backyard. This raised a red flag, as it was fully open, unlike the others. Backup was requested, and upon receiving confirmation, I entered the house through that window. I systematically turned on every available light, starting from the kitchen and moving through to the living room. Contrary to popular belief from TV and movies, it is standard procedure for police to illuminate the surroundings during investigations. I called out to reassure the woman of our presence and safety. I still didn't know the exact situation other than she was reported screaming. There was no response, no matter how loud I yelled. The first floor was clear, so only the upstairs was left to check.

I hesitated waiting for backup, anxious about what awaited me upstairs. Yet, I couldn't bear the thought of wasting time. Quietly ascending the carpeted stairs, I glanced over the ledge to the second floor. Four doors stood before me. Flicking on the hallway light, I called out once more. A creak from behind one door confirmed her presence. Opening it, I found a dark bedroom. Illuminated by the hall light, a woman lay in bed, her head facing away. Approaching cautiously, I uncovered her, revealing multiple stab wounds. Despite the blood, she was still breathing.

I grabbed my walkie-talkie and urgently reported a stabbing, requesting immediate backup and an ambulance. The sound of the creek I had heard moments before suddenly seemed out of place. Considering the unconscious woman lying in bed, it appeared someone had placed her there. I did a quick 360-degree scan of the room, and my instincts led me to check the closet first. With my gun drawn, I hesitated for five seconds before opening the door. To my surprise, there was no one inside. Turning back to the bed, I noticed the woman bleeding. 

I knelt down to align myself with the bed's bottom and pulled up the bedsheet. To my astonishment, I found myself face to face with a man wearing a mask that covered the lower half of his face.

I shouted and demanded, "Show me your hands!" He raised his hands slowly above his head. I stood up and instructed him to come out from under the bed cautiously, ensuring he wasn't holding a knife. I had him stand in the corner with his hands up until my backup arrived. I didn't want to risk handcuffing him alone in case he had a weapon. I directed my backup to meet me upstairs, and as they entered the house. I called out to them

only then did I arrest the man

 An ambulance arrived shortly after, and the woman was rushed to the hospital. She survived being stabbed six times. The perpetrator turned out to be her boyfriend, which didn't surprise me. He had discovered her infidelity with his friend. When he confronted her over the phone and she ended the relationship, it seemed to have triggered him. I am grateful she survived.

Stories 2 - Encountering the Unseen: A Terrifying Night Shift Tale from the Police Beat

The story was recounted to me by my best friend's uncle, who works the night shift as a police officer in our city. About a year ago, Mike, my best friend's uncle, was on his nightly patrol with his partner, Steve. They have been working together for years and are both army veterans, making them very level-headed and calm individuals, ideal for their roles as police officers.

One night, they received a call from a landlord at an apartment complex complaining about one of his tenants. Given that they often receive such calls, they didn't anticipate anything serious. Upon arriving at the complex, they were greeted by the landlord outside. It was around one or two in the morning, and to their surprise, everyone from the complex was gathered outside on the grass, which struck them as peculiar.

The landlord approached Mike and Steve, expressing concerns about one of the neighbors behaving erratically. The neighbor, a man in his 30s, had apparently been acting strangely and had turned on all the water in his apartment. I noticed water seeping from the front door and felt the need to conduct a welfare check. Upon entering, water was flooding the building, indicating a prolonged water flow. Climbing to the second story, we knocked on the door where water was gushing out. The landlord mentioned the tenant's name, Adam. After receiving no response, we broke the door down and found Adam in the kitchen, surrounded by water from various sources. Adam stood frozen, wide-eyed and trembling, seemingly terrified to move.

 Adam, what's going on? Are you okay?" Mike asked, while Steve went inside to investigate. Steve entered the bathroom to stop the water and ensure no one else was present. Mike cautiously approached Adam, who appeared frightened and trembling. Without making eye contact, Adam stuttered that there were people in the walls. Initially not understanding, Mike gradually heard the repeated phrase growing louder until Adam was almost screaming it. Meanwhile, Steve entered the bedroom and inspected the closet. Upon turning on the light, he noticed a faint line running across the wall. Initially dismissing it, Steve's stomach dropped as he heard Adam's screams.

As he stared at it more, he noticed that the line formed a door shape cut into the wall. It was obviously not supposed to be there. Mike was going to guide Adam out of the apartment when Steve suddenly shouted to him. "You should see this," Steve said. Mike entered the other room and saw Steve aiming his gun at the bedroom wall, clearly terrified. They both advanced towards the door with guns drawn, while Adam began to cry in the adjacent room.

Steve swiftly retracted a wall piece, and they froze as three sets of eyes stared back at them. Three individuals were tightly pressed in this cramped wall space, their faces adorned with strange patterns. Steve and Mike instructed them to leave, then handcuffed each person. Backup had arrived by then, and other officers escorted Adam downstairs. The trio was taken away to jail. Steve and Mike were profoundly unsettled by the entire incident, which only heightened their distress. A couple of months later, they discovered that the three individuals on the wall belonged to a strange cult in the woods. They were attempting to recruit Adam, knowing his previous struggles with mental instability. They tried to frighten him, leading him to turn on all the water to force them out of his home. Mike and Steve still consider this to be the most unsettling call they have ever responded to.

Stories 3 - Terrifying Encounter: A Night Shift Horror Story of a Disturbed Intruder

 During a 12-hour overnight shift, I once responded to a call about a suspicious individual moving from house to house, knocking on doors, and communicating with residents either directly or through their doorbell cameras. I arrived at the man's house who reported it, and he explained in person that it was a middle-aged woman with long wiry hair. She was holding something behind her back, going door-to-door, yelling at people to open up, and mumbling to herself.

 The man who contacted the police had a Ring doorbell camera. He displayed the footage capturing a woman approaching the door. She gazed at the camera briefly, then pressed the button. Speaking into the doorbell's mic, she demanded the door be opened, claiming she required blood. Each time she repeated this, she smiled and chuckled. When threatened with a police call, she laughed, proceeded to hit the door, and attempted to dislodge the Ring doorbell camera from the wall.

It's unclear whether the threat of calling the police prompted her departure, but once she left, the man noticed she went to the neighboring house. It was at this point that he dialed 9-1-1. The footage was truly bone-chilling, resembling a scene from a horror movie. Her eerie backward movement from the door to the sidewalk, all the while facing the doorbell camera, made it impossible to discern what she held behind her back. Meanwhile, two or three other units were now scouring the area in search of the woman. Essentially, it had turned into a small-scale manhunt. The description circulating mentioned a potentially armed and dangerous woman. I quickly checked the nearby houses on foot, then returned to my car and began patrolling the area. None of us were able to locate the woman. Soon after, we received a report of a nearby breaking and entering. A 9-1-1 call informed us that someone had entered their house with a weapon, and the caller was hiding in their upstairs bedroom. The caller also had a doorbell camera, which captured the woman entering the house through the front door, pausing to look into the camera for a few moments.

I arrived at the house simultaneously with another unit. Entering was simple as the front door was unlocked. Naturally, we proceeded cautiously with guns drawn, unsure of the woman's potential danger or armament. Upon entering the clear foyer, another officer and I announced our presence and demanded the intruder to surrender with hands raised. Suddenly, a cry for help echoed from upstairs.

 My adrenaline was pumping as it does in any situation involving armed suspects. We rushed up the stairs, following the screams for help. They led us to the master bedroom where the husband unlocked and opened the door. As we entered, we found the couple sitting and hiding inside. They hadn't left the bedroom since the woman had entered the house. They told us she had been clawing and banging at the door only a few minutes ago, and that they didn't hear her leave or go downstairs. We had to search every other room upstairs for her. In one of the corner bedrooms, in the pitch blackness, we heard a cackling sound. Not being able to see her, but hearing her, was truly spine-chilling. I turned on the bedroom light and saw her sitting on the bed, looking at me and smiling. She held a large knife, blood staining the bed sheets beneath her. It was her own blood, from cutting her wrist. Remembering her words on the neighbor's doorbell camera about needing blood, we finally understood when we saw the doll between her legs - a little girl's doll drenched in the woman's blood.

 We shouted at her to drop the knife while aiming our guns at her. She simply laughed and continued repeating her words. It was evident that something was seriously amiss with her, and attempting to reason with her appeared futile. Nevertheless, we persisted in our efforts.

I asked her who "she" is that she keeps referencing, and tried to speak kindly to her, telling her she doesn't have to hurt herself or anybody else. I assured her that we were there to help. However, as she continued to stare mainly at me, laughing and muttering barely understandable sentences, I became increasingly nervous. I had my gun aimed at the giant knife in her hand, contemplating shooting it out of her hand. Considering if that was a viable safe option. But neither of us were expecting what happened next. The crazed woman sprang off the bed and made a growling sound as she was about to launch at me, presumably to attack me, with her knife raised in the air.

I reacted the only way I could in the moment, shooting at her twice. Both times, I hit her in the arm. Even though I was still trying to aim my sight on the knife, I wasn't expecting her to suddenly jump up. She dropped the knife, started to scream and cry, and grabbed her arm. We took this moment to subdue her and place her in cuffs. We had to get her an ambulance immediately before she would bleed out. From the hospital, she was later transported to a local jail. She was found not guilty on all charges by reason of insanity. Currently, she is a patient at a mental asylum in my city. The horror that every party involved in this incident had to go through was unimaginable. From all the people who were scared to open their doors to a crazed woman wielding something unknown behind her back, to the couple that almost fell victim to her in their own house, to myself and the other officer who were on the scene before she was in custody, it was the scariest experience of my 10 years as a police officer.