I was a deputy for the Salt Lake County sheriff's office, and one day I was approached by 2 young women I was associated with. They were worried that something bad had happened to their friend, a co-worker. He hadn't answered his cell, texts, or communicated with them in days. I felt the young man was a sexual predator, and had investigated him before, and was in the process of charging him for previous offenses. I warned each of these girls not be alone with him, for their own protection, just from the evidence I had gathered.
As the girls were telling me, "We will go and find him" I heard a voice, clear as day say to me, "He's dead, don't let them go alone". I offered to assist them when my shift was over; thinking the remainder of my evening about this man and what I knew was waiting for me.
When we arrived at his apt, we located the manager and since I was dressed in my uniform, we had access to the apt without a warrant. The man had locked it from within and chained the door shut. One of the young girls that was with me had very skinny arms, and was able to unlatch the door.
The same voice I heard earlier that evening, I heard again. I ordered that all three stay outside, I entered the apt with my gun drawn, after clearing each room and calling out his name, sure enough he was in his bedroom with the drape closed on his door. It was a very small apt, and his bedroom was a closet. I called his name several times, for some reason I thought he would answer, knowing all too well that he was dead. I saw the bullet wound, the gun in his hand and blood on the pillow, but that didn't seem to matter. The thing that hit me next was what I saw.
As I am talking to myself, or the dead kid, I said, "and here I have to change his name"
"Tom, what the hell did you go and do" The next thing I saw is the man standing at the foot of his bed looking down at his body. I didn't say another word, I just watched him and he was oblivious to me. He just stood there as if he were in shock. I just watched until the spirit left.
That same week I was sleeping in my home and have a visitor, something slapped me on the wrist and I shot up from a deep sleep. I looked at the foot of my bed and in the dark a figure is standing. I was preparing my report on this man, and it appeared that he didn't want the world to know what kind of an animal he was. I felt violated, like some citizens tell me, "home invasion".
As a deputy, I have seen quite a bit, and I have a gift for seeing the dead. This wasn't the first time I have had an encounter, but it's the story I want the reader to get a feel for me.
I also wrote a book about a facility I worked at that was haunted; it took 3 years to complete. It's a compellation of stories from other officers who worked the building and I am in the process of finding a publisher, but this one story is about "TOM"
That's one of a few encounters I've had as a deputy and civilian over the years, I'm sure it won't be my last.
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