I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. My cousin is an inspector, to whom I report. Being encounter specialists, we both are frequently transferred all over India. Wherever we go, we clean up the garbage by brutally attacking gangsters, terrorist suspects, drug dealers, human traffickers and miscreants.

My cousin ( the inspector) and I were transferred to the state of West Bengal in India where we ended up destroying the lives of many underworld dons and gangsters while simultaneously attacking some drug dealers and smugglers.

We were thanked by the police seniors in West Bengal and thus were made to temporarily be in-charge of a police station, but not before taking a small break over the weekend. Everyone here told us that we should never venture on lonely roads and must never go to abandoned places without a reason. We could be in trouble. We ignored all this and decided to carry on with our work. Killing criminals meant everything to us. Shooting or stabbing a prosecuted criminal was more of a hobby and we would do it always. Thankfully for us in the Indian Police, there is no such thing as an off-duty cop and we are allowed to keep guns with us at all times and make arrests at all times.

When we were in West Bengal, we were invited for a party by one of our childhood friend who was a major in the Indian Army, was resigning from the Army after having served in Sudan and Somalia and Yemen.He said that he would be joining as a police officer and was just taking a break for now. He was very elated to meet us and told us to attend the party at his huge bungalow which was on the other side of the town.

Given the fact that our friend was re-entering our life, we decided to attend the party and ask what he had to share with us, about his experience in the other countries.

My cousin (the inspector) and I agreed to drive till his house, but in our police uniform and in our police interceptor to make it look more formal. The other friends and acquaintances joining us for the party were also members of the Indian Armed Forces and the Indian Law Enforcement. So we wanted to fit in with least friction.

The drive brought us to the quieter side of the town, where we had previously hunted down many criminals, but we decided to ignore that and just drive to our friend’s bungalow which was just 20 minutes away from the current location.

The drive was calm, until I heard my friend’s voice calling our names from the dense forest cover nearby. We were shocked! We stopped our police interceptor and yelled at our friend. “Come out man. Stop messing with us, we know it’s you.”

But there was no answer, so we decided to call our friend via the phone and tell him to stop pranking us. Another thing to not forget mentioning was that he was notorious for pranking all his friends during our childhood and we were his favourite targets. Besides, while in the Army, his act of pranking had helped his team capture many terrorists and spy agents. He was a dedicated soldier but never lost his childlike nature. Thus, we had the first set of evidence to charge him with telling us lies.

We were shocked to hear him telling over the phone that he is 100% at home and that he has no intention of pranking us by any chance. We were really scared and did not know what it was. For some reason I began to think that someone was using voice modulation equipment to get us into a trap. So I decided to pull my Glock 19 pistol out, ready to fire.

My cousin ( the inspector) and I suddenly took the decision to just drive away from the place and rush to our friend’s house. In the rearview mirror, I saw a black silhouette running after the car.

I was driving the car at full speed and decided to not look at the rearview mirror or the rearview camera and drive at full speed, I meant as fast as the car could go.

We reached my friend’s house and just ran into the gate screaming his name out. He came running downstairs to check on us and asked us as to what took us so long and as to why we are so disturbed.

We told him about everything we experienced and asked him what exactly happened.

He told us that what we experienced was a Nishi Daak. It is a very devious and menacing spirit in Indian folklore that lures people by calling them by their names and also by the voice of their known ones.

When they fall into the trap and are lured by the voice into a potentially empty location, the Nishi Daak brutally ends their lives and nobody knows more than that.

He told us that we were glad to have escaped the Nishi Daak and that we were also close to  being a victim of the Nishi Daak.

He told us to forget about the incident and enjoy the party and also crash in his house for the night. He told us that the Nishi Daak will not follow us or anything.

He also told us that if we hear a voice of a known person coming from a suspicious location, give it time, because the Nishi Daak, like most other spirits of Indian culture will not call more than twice.

We were happy to have escaped the wrath of the Nishi Daak and have decided to take more care. Anyway, we crashed in his bunglow for the night. We had our weapons and communication equipment near the bed itself so it would not be a problem to respond to any emergency.

However, we kept the windows shut and the curtains closed for some reason.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL HORROR STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS AND INCIDENTS MENTIONED IN THE STORY AND INCIDENTS AND CHARACTERS ELSEWHERE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. My cousin is an inspector to whom I report to.

It was a pretty normal day, which we were spending in Mumbai, the largest and most lavish city in India. We had recently been transferred after an assignment in Madhya Pradesh and coming to Mumbai was like a breath of fresh air from run down towns having nothing but negative vibes.

We were posted at a police check post, near a large area. It was a holiday season and thus it would attract many visitors.

Seeing a large crowd, I got an uneasy feeling that a terrorist attack would take place. My cousin (the inspector) told me not to carry unnecessary memories of bad things.

I decided to just stay in the police check post and do my regular duty of observation. Night fell and I decided to catch-up on some sleep, which I desperately needed not having slept calmly and pleasantly for almost a month.

When I slept, I saw an illusion of a person in a blue  camouflage dress. I decided to check out who it was and found out that it was none other than that ghost commando whom I had met before.

He told me- “Remember sir, I had come before and that you had helped me. I have come again to warn you sir. A terrorist group has infiltrated the city sir, they will be coming through the sea, and will reach an important destination. Please do something.”

Hearing which I suddenly came back to my senses and asked my cousin (the inspector) if he had also heard what happened. I suddenly got a call from the intelligence agency that some miscellaneous satellite communication was taking place around the coast, atleast ten kilometres from the coast of the city.

I immediately alerted the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF), National Investigation Agency (NIA) and also the National Security Guard (NSG) base and let them know about the possibility of a suspected terrorist attack.

I also alerted the entire city to go on lockdown and kept in touch with the intelligence agency to keep a track on the satellite communication signals and inform us if it got any closer to the coast. We also kept in touch with the Coast Guard to patrol the area.

Suddenly we were informed that the satellite communication signals were being detected at a beach resort. My team and I immediately rushed there with top line of weaponry and bulletproof vests.

We expected to arrive there hearing gunshots and people screaming but we saw the most surprising and pleasant sight.

We saw some young men, with their hands tied, in the hands of some teenagers. Those were not just some ordinary teenagers but the same teenagers whom we had met previously during our vacation, where they helped us foil the terrorist attack in the airport.

We could not be more elated over the fact that our country is safer than we think. We greeted those teenagers and asked them what they were doing here and also more importantly how did they get here.

They said that they were on a vacation in the resort and had metal detectors and infrared cameras. These are legal and were handmade as they had a hobby of making Electronic models.

They said that the moment the lockdown was announced, they immediately came to the beach armed with their metal detectors, infrared cameras and their Airsoft guns and started patrolling the beach.

When they saw these men come in an inflatable outboard boat, they immediately approached them. They were able to confirm that they were terrorist suspects because it was not normal for people to come to the coast of the resort and also the fact that these suspects tried to physically assault the teenagers.

Before the terrorist suspects could withdraw their weapons from the bag, the teenagers had already used their Airsoft guns to attack the suspects and had found out about the weapons that the  terrorist suspects were carrying in their bags.

Nevertheless, we caught the terrorist suspects, took them to the police station and thrashed them. We interrogated them and asked  them about their objectives. They told us everything. Based on their attempts, they were sentenced to death for their attempts. However, we decided to encounter them in an abandoned location. We took these 20 men to a location and shot them in the head with an INSAS Rifle.

We could not be more elated with those teenagers who had foiled a second terrorist attack with only their Airsoft guns.

I introduced the teenagers to my team who said that the teenagers will soon be holding actual guns. They can be recruited in our intelligence agency and our armed forces and thus can easily serve our country with no problems.

Besides, their use of infrared cameras was soon implemented by the police and other forces and we took down quite a few terrorists who tried to enter the city.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS IN THE STORY TO ANY CHARACTERS IN REAL LIFE LIVING OR DEAD IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. My cousin, is the inspector to whom I report to.

After the fruitful completion of an assignment in West Bengal, we were transferred to Madhya Pradesh, where we were asked to investigate the increasing number of sexual assaults and female infanticides in a very small town.

Sexual assaults were conducted by underworld dons and large gangster groups, but it was no problem for us to get them caught and have them punished.

We were encounter specialists and also backed by influential political friends. Thanks to this there was no option of flight or an option of fight for the criminals.

This way many sexual assaults were investigated and culprits were killed either by our guns or by death row.

The police seniors were thankful to us for our act and gave us a beautiful house and our car. However my cousin (the inspector) kindly declined the offer and I was more than supportive of his decision.

Instead, we both decided to be in charge of a police station, which was on the violent side of the small town, next to a graveyard. The moment we got there, it set off creepy vibes. The place itself was very weird with a run down drug rehabilitation center and a lavish house of a village head.

What creeped me the most was that how the village head could have a European style luxury house amidst a run down town, with no access to good quality education or healthcare and having a high crime rate.

Nevertheless, we decided to ignore whatever we saw and thus decided to carry on with our work. It was our daily routine to arrest and kill and encounter. This perpetual cycle was to never end until all deadly criminals were arrested.

Another thing that always scared me was that there would be a lady in a white dress, who would smile and walk all the time keeping a lantern in her hand. Whenever she would walk, I would see footprints as if someone had walked backwards. I ignored everything and decided to just carry on with work. Why? The reason is that no matter how scary the evil spirits of the Indian folklore can be, the criminals are 100 times scarier. The reason why people do not fear them much is because, they do not see criminals clearly while spirits are clearly visible.

One incident that was a turning point in our entire police career was what happened on the sixth night.

It was a cold and eerily silent night which was only illuminated by a Cresent moon. It was at about 3:00 AM at night when a lady walked into our police station.

She was a pretty young lady, dressed in a white saree and seemed to be in her early 20’s . We immediately stood up and asked her what is the problem. She looked like she had bruises and thought that she may have been a victim of a rape. I asked the female constables to help her, but that lady just pushed the female constables away and came towards my cousin.

However, there was no response, and she just walked towards my cousin( the inspector ) proceeding to hug him and hold him. I was horrified at this and screamed at her asking what is happening.

She just smiled and asked me the most chilling question – “why are you jealous baby? You too can join, both of your are the same!, and she caught my hand.

Hearing this I pulled the lady off of my cousin and also signalled to my female constables to come and help.

The female constables came and pushed the lady out. As they were hitting her and pushing her towards the road, they suddenly screamed to me – “Sir, look at her legs fast”.

My cousin (the inspector) and I ran towards the constables to see the most horrifying sight we had ever seen in our life. Her feet were pointed backwards, which implied that she was not a human in the first place, she was a chudail.

A chudail is a ghost in Indian folklore who is formed when a pregnant woman dies, especially due to murder or negligence.

If the proper burial ceremonies are not performed, then she turns into a chudail. She comes back as an angry spirit and likes to lure young men, and thus sucks the life out of them by biting them and drinking their blood.

Now, we decided that since she was a threat to the locals and also to us, we should first bury here in
an ethical manner and perform all the rites and rituals.

The next day, we divided our team of eight officers into two groups, one led by my cousin ( the inspector) and me, each of us accompanied by three constables.

My cousin (the inspector) and his team went to all the houses and asked about the demise of any pregnant woman while my team went to the local temple and asked the priest to help us.

We found her grave in the graveyard and as per the instructions of the priest, we turned her corpse to face the mud and not the world above. We took iron bangles and rings given by the priest and put it around her fingers and hands. We also drilled four iron nails into the four corners of her grave and placed four red hibiscus flowers at each corner of the graveyard.

To further prevent the chudail, we drilled iron nails into the door frame of our police station doors and made stone structures and placed it at the police station. The priest performed the necessary ceremonies and now her burial was ethically done.

I called my cousin ( the inspector) and told him that the job was done. He was elated and told that he knows a path to this case. He told that one of the local had reported that the son of the village head had married a woman around two months before and when he came to know that she was pregnant with a girl child he decided to brutally beat her up and kill her.

The village head family had a patriarchal mentality and did not want a girl child to be a part of the family.

Hearing this, my cousin ( the inspector) and I could not be more enraged. We immediately rushed to the house of the village head and asked him to surrender. However, he had an aversion to arrest, just like how a cat has an aversion towards cucumber.

But we were like lions in front of this overacting cat and thus asked him to surrender his son, who would not have a punishment lesser than death sentence.

The village head immediately called an armed gang of 50 members who were called to attack us. However, we had come prepared. Every officer in our group was armed with AK 47’s and INSAS rifles and retaliated against the gang.

The country made guns and shotguns wielded by the gang was no match to the advanced weapons our police team had. In a matter of minutes, the fifty gang members were killed. In the next two hours we found all his 200 gang members and immediately killed all of them, with assistance from the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF) who came from the city.

The defeated and dejected looking village head and his son were taken to the police station where they were whipped with whips and their wounds were rubbed with alcohol, lemons and ghost pepper 🌶️ to increase their pain. We also locked them in a shack with a few mad dogs.

Their act of gender discrimination and male dominations had gone to the next level and thus cause us to resort to such an aggressive treatment towards the offenders.

We were so unhappy and could not satisfy our anger that we decided to take them to the same graveyard where the the lady ( chudail) had been buried and thus buried the two suspects alive after whipping them even more harder.

At last, our pain was relieved and also the pain of many other women who had undergone ill-treatment under the hands of this evil father and son duo.

However, there was a twist. Our acts of whipping and burying them alive was apparently a violation of human rights and that we were supposed to appear in front of the Human Rights Watch the next day.

An official questioned us asking how could human rights of those criminals be violated just because they were accused of molestation. I did not answer and instead I asked a question back at him asking, if Human Rights apply to these people, then are all the others who were victims of abuse an exception to the Human Rights?

Hearing this question, the court proceedings were dismissed and we were immediately transferred. It was our last day in that police station and we had no problem about it. We were elated that a deadly wild piece of garbage was cleared out and decided to pack our bags.

When we left the next day, we were surprised as we saw all the women of the town come to greet us and thanked us from the bottom of their hearts for making their lives easy. They were happy that their deadliest fears had been removed after we arrested a lot of criminals, particularly the village head and his son.

They all marched to the news office and demanded that these two police officers stay atleast for another week. The media sent this to the police seniors, who granted us the permission to stay for another week.

Given the fact that most of the criminals were killed/arrested, my cousin (the inspector) and I used the remaining week to spread the messages about gender equality and also spread awareness against female infanticides.

We also asked our influential political friends to send campaign holders to educate and counsel the people of the small town about gender equality and also instruct them to prevent female infanticides.

Within a week, we were also able to remove those atrocious also.

When we left, we felt a huge relief as we knew that we have lifted a fair share of evil.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL HORROR STORY THAT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS. ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS IN THE STORY TO THAT IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTIAL.

THIS STORY DOES NOT CONDONE OR PROMOTE ANY VIOLENT OR DEMEANING ACTS.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. It was yet again a really bad two months which involved easing protesters. Having had really rough months of work, my cousin ( an inspector working with me) and I decided to take a vacation for the Christmas break.

We took permission from our senior officers who told us that we actually deserved a break and thus we booked our flight tickets to leave.

The day of vacation came soon and my cousin ( the inspector) and I reached the airport to board our flight. When we reached there, I got a very uncanny feeling that a terrorist attack would take place. The previous night was a sleepless one during which I had a nightmare that a terrorist attack would be happening.

However, my cousin ( the inspector) told me to ignore my intuition and told to just forget about all the bad things I had encountered and told me to stay positive and enjoy our vacation, during which we could meet our extended family and if permitted could also make new friends. However I decided to follow my cousin’s ( the inspector’s) advice and stayed cool.

When I was checking in my luggage, I saw a family in which I saw a few anxious looking teenagers. Their family was reprimanding them for unnecessarily worrying about silly things which were impossible. However, I intervened in the situation and counseled the family saying that it is not good to simply ridicule and attack anxious people ( particularly anxious teenagers).
I also explained that I was a police officer and told that the teenagers are free to talk to me if they wanted to.

But one teenager was looking so anxious that he was about to cry if I did not intervene. I immediately spoke to him and asked as to why he was so worried and if there was any way in which I could help him. What he described to me was very unusual so I informed my cousin ( the inspector) and also another friend of ours, who was a part of the Indian Anti- Terrorism- Squad who was traveling with us on the same flight.

What the teenager described were as follows.
“There were a few young men in green camoflauge clothes who were sticking together as a group and were talking in a different language and were carrying AK 47 Assault Rifles.

He also claimed that the peculiar part of the situation was that normal Indian Army Officials and also Indian Airport Security Officials wear genuine camoflauge cotton clothes which have facilities to be tucked into boots and gloves, but these young men were wearing informal camoflauge jeans and jeans jackets which are commercially available and not issued by military agencies.

He also claimed that they were carrying wood bound AK 47 Assault Rifles which were different from the legally issued AK 47 rifles which are fully made of pure metal.

I do not deny the fact that it is common during adolescence to fantasize and lie about things and also cook up imaginary stories. However, what this teenager reported was so legitimate and sounded so genuine that we began to suspect that a terrorist attack was above to happen. Thus we decided to investigate by following those young men.

My cousin ( the inspector), the Indian Anti Terrorism Squad ( ATS) officer and myself prepared our guns and immediately alerted the control room of the Central Industrial Security Force( CISF) who are responsible for airport security and told them to come well prepared.

Within two minutes, 20 officials of the CISF came and the 23 of us teamed up and searched for those young men in the airport. We found them in no time and thus screamed at them, ordering them to surrender.

Just as we screamed, they started to shoot their AK 47 Assault Rifles at us. We all jumped back under the impact that our bulletproof vests gave us. However, we got back up and retaliated thus spraying our bullets back at those young men!

The CISF officials used their AK 47 Assault Rifles and HK MP5 SMG’s issued by the department, while my cousin ( the inspector) , myself and the ATS officer used our HK MP5, the FNP90 and an M4 Carbine respectively.

There was a solid 1 minute of extreme screaming, people running helter-skelter and also some skips of heart beats after which the ordeal was completely over. Thus a terrorist attempt was completely foiled with zero casualties.

Then suddenly, the entire crowd at the airport came running towards us demanding an autograph. They also said that they were really inspired by our courage and wanted an autograph.

However, we kindly refused the offer for the autograph and called the group of teenagers who had spotted the terrorists. We requested the teenagers to kindly give their autograph to the inspired crowd.

It was a really life changing moment, a meaningful event on New Year’s Eve. I was also greeted and thanked by the family of the teenagers and they thanked me a lot for making their teenagers famous. Well I said that it was not much from our side, but the teenagers earned the right to get an autograph. It is thanks to their general knowledge and their proper observing power that they helped foil a terrorist attempt thus saving many lives!

The family was also thankful for the fact that I brought out talent in those teenagers, who I knew scored very poor grades.

But I told them that it is perfectly fine and that grades do not define anybody’s future. I also told them that they were cut out for much bigger things in life and that we need people like them to join our political forces and armed forces, which will be important for the development for the country.

We also exchanged phone numbers and told that the teenagers are free to call us and talk if they wished to.

Our vacation was just the usual sweet cake, but this incident was like the icing.

I really appreciate the fact that we have such people in country and wish that every country can encourage such people to get into administration departments. Thus , we will one day have a world free from crime, corruption and terrorism.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL HORROR STORY COMPOSED BY ME AND IT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. After a few days of intense and tedious work, I finally got an opportunity to visit my childhood home, which is a village known for a lot of problems. In our neighboring villages, bonded labor still exists and thus, the underprivileged and unlucky farmers and workers are the most common victims of mutilations.

One night when I was returning on the highway in a Toyota SUV, which was being driven by my cousin (the inspector). Just as we were entering our village. A young boy and a relatively grown man hitchhiked us. They told they wanted to go to their house.

Initially, I was hesitant, but since we were carrying our service pistols with us and that we knew most of the people from the neighboring villages, we decided to take the duo to their desired location.

It was a 20 minute drive and halfway through the journey, my SUV stopped. When we saw, it was the problem with our battery. Nevertheless, I decided to open the battery caps and saw that the electrolyte levels were low, and decided to fill some distilled water.

My cousin (the inspector) decided to use a portable jumpstarter to get the car started and let the alternator charge the battery, while I decided to go and have a chat with the duo. When I approached them, I saw the most terrible and graphic site I had ever seen. I wish no one ever sees what I saw, one of the figures was now headless and the other handless.

I screamed like a maniac and asked my cousin (the inspector) to come and see. When we both approached the duo, we learned that they were ghosts. When I asked them as to what happened, they disappeared without an answer.

Nevertheless, I decided to return home and ask my family members about the ghosts. They told that they were from the neighboring village and had been promised work by the landlord in a different city. When they refused to go, the landlord forced them against their will and decided to take them like bonded labourers.

When they attempted to escape, they were caught by the landlord and the landlord’s men who killed one by beheading him and cutting off the other one’s hand.

My cousin (the inspector) and I were super furious and decided to take on a case. We approached the village police station and told them about the entire scenario. The police refused to take on a case out of the fear that the influential landlord might put the police officers’ families at risk.

However we explained that we too were police officers and that we had a few influential childhood friends, one who was a politician and the other who was an Administrative Officer. There was a sudden delight on the village police officers’ faces and they said that if they could fall back on us, we all can take on the case.

My cousin (the inspector) and I looked at the files and saw that one of the landlord’s men had already been reported in the police station.
We set out to find him, and found him in his house. We took him back to the police station, thrashed him with cane sticks and asked where the landlord was. He screamed in pain and told us that the landlord was currently at home and that the other men involved in the murder were also in the nearby villages.

We found the other men and also meted out the same treatment of thrashing with cane sticks. When we asked where the landlord’s house was, they strongly refused to tell us. A layer of ego and attitude lay like an armor on those stubborn l men.

However, the layer was very fragile for our cane sticks which we broke easily like how a cook would break an egg. Now was the time to find out where the landlord was. He was the main nail in the coffin.

However, the resistance of the landlord’s men was very strong. They were holding on to the secret much more strongly than a monkey would hold its stolen Banana.

When the cane stick could not help, my cousin (the inspector) asked the inspector of the village police station to get a gun for the interrogation.
The moment the gun was brought in, the men immediately cried, begging not to be shot and they gave the full information about the landlord. They also warned us that unlicensed armed security guard the landlord’s house and that we had to take care.

Well it was not a problem. My cousin (the inspector) and I returned to our relatives’ house to have a glass of tea and told them to be patient as the case would get over soon.

I promised my relatives that we will spend time together, but just that they need to give me a small amount of my own time, to crack this case. My relatives were more than ready for that and told that they would wait for me, but told that I should give justice to the victims as early as possible.

After my tea, my cousin (the inspector) and I took our service pistols Glock 19’s from the locker of our bedroom and reported to the police station.

My cousin (the inspector) requested the village inspector to let the constables carry INSAS rifles and 303 Bolt Action Rifles, because the landlord’s unlicensed armed security will definitely fire on us.

Just as we arrived at the landlord’s house, we saw a lot of security guards firing country made pistols at us. However we were a team of 2 inspectors, 2 sub inspectors and 10 constables, who retreated so gracefully that the landlord’s unlicensed security guards were killed in no time.

We rushed inside the house only to see the landlord trying to run. He could run, but he couldn’t hide as he was soon caught in the hands of the police constables. They pointed the guns at him and told that they would shoot if he screamed or moved.

We searched the house of the landlord and found nothing, but from one room, we heard moaning sounds. My cousin (the inspector) instructed me to break into the room and we found many labourers tied up. Some of the constables stayed alongside the village sub inspector, to free the children, while my cousin (the inspector), myself and the village inspector took the landlord to the police station at gunpoint, and we placed him in the lockup.

We thrashed him terribly hard to the extent that three cane sticks were broken in the process. The landlord admitted all the atrocities. We placed a call to the city court who told that we can have the proceedings now itself.

All of us, officers wasted no time in reaching the court where all the men alongside the landlord were charged for murder, abuse and keeping bonded labourers.

It was night, by the time we returned to the village. We were so tired that my cousin (the inspector) and I just fell asleep on the floor. That was a very happy sleep and we were happy over having given so many people justice.

The next day, we thanked the officers of the village police station for allowing us to participate in this case. They also thanked us for supporting them with our influential friends.

My cousin (the inspector) and I also thanked our influential friends who helped us with the case. They told that it was their pleasure to do it. They also said that they would make sure that the landlord never gets out of prison and also that none of the landlord’s relatives will harm anyone.

We were happy that our influential friends were putting in so much effort from across another state to keep one villages happy.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police.

It was a freezing cold and rainy night and I was at a police booth with two of my constables. Recently, some violent protests going on in the city had already caused a few fatalities because of which I decided to stay with my constables and stay alert for any signs of protesters.

My constables and I were given AK 47 Assault Rifles for the first time and it was a pretty interesting experience. Just as I was about to doze of I saw two figures in the distance. Both of them were crying, and suddenly one disappeared!

I was terribly shocked at what I saw and thus decided to approach the figure. Just as I stepped out of my police booth, one of the figures suddenly charged towards me and tried to pull my AK 47 Assault Rifle and tried to shoot it at himself.
I was a little terrified and thus pushed that figure really hard, causing it to fall. I decided to approach the figure, but not before my constable struck the figure with a cane stick.

On approaching closer I saw that it was nothing but a teenage boy, who was profusely sobbing. When I asked him as to why did he attempt the suicide, he told me that he was very very depressed about two things. Firstly, his grades were not good and that he had failed in Mathematics and Science and secondly, his best friend had committed suicide due to both bad grades and also harassment from some protestors, who were also notorious for bullying young kids around the society. This was 100% true because, one of the leading cause of suicides in teenagers is being a witness of crime and terrorism. People who have high ranking contacts can get away with any crime. Thus, this creates a common insecurity for people, especially teenagers as they can never feel secure because the police would normally refrain from arresting high ranking people.

Now I knew that as a police officer, I could not just brush him away. I am a 30 year old police officer, and I too have been through an equally tough teenage life. I knew that back in those days, I too attempted suicides, hated authority and was a rebellious brat, whose rebelliousness would often never cause the rod to be spared.

But the rod in my constable’s hand was definitely not the answer. The answer was an effective work by my team and also a few arrests along with some counseling. The teenage boy told me that he was afraid to go to his house. So I contacted my cousin (the inspector), who told that the boy can stay at a juvenile rehabilitation center where he would be placed in the non-delinquent section of rehabilitation, as he was not involved in any crimes.

But we decided to start an investigation, and arrest those protesters. Even if they had high ranking contacts, we too had childhood friends who were in politics. We very soon found out from the young teenage boy who the protesters were and decided to get them arrested. We enquired about them in their houses, only to hear from their parents that they were not at home. Just as we were about to leave to the police station, I got a message on the walkie talkie about the fact that a four armed men were spotted near a school and were giving threatening stares at the playground children.

We decided to rush there immediately, my cousin (the inspector) and I who were armed with MP5 SMG’s and 4 constables with AK 47 Assault Rifles. It was a responsible choice of artillery because, just as we arrived at the scene, we were met with gun fire from colt 45 and 303 bolt action Rifles, wielded by those armed men. Just as they tried to shoot, I shot my MP5 SMG at their legs as one of my constable shot the AK 47 Assault Rifle at their legs.

One of the men managed to wound my hand by firing his Colt 45 pistol, but was neutralized by my cousin’s (the inspector’s) MP5 SMG.

On closer inspection, we saw that those violent protestors were the same people responsible for the death of the teenage boy’s best friend. We took them to the police station and thrashed them hard. The cried in pain and claimed to have taken the lives of many teen-agers.

We could not be more enraged and thus took them to the court. The court proceedings went very smoothly and the protesters were charged for 3 murders, use of violence, attacks on minors, harassment and also illegal possession of firearms. Even though it is not the best option, we had one of our politician friends threaten the defense lawyer of these rebels with a transfer if they attempted to reduce the severity of the punishment for these rebels. Okay, they were given a death sentence for their acts and the court was dismissed.

With regard to the teenage boy at the rehabilitation center, we decided to take him back to his house after a day. They could not be more than happy and more than thankful to the police for bringing their son back to them. I counseled the parents and told them that grades do not define a person’s future and that his failure was nothing to worry about, and that he was cut out for much bigger things in life.

They promised that, from now on, they would encourage their child to do what he likes and follow his dreams than simply force him to get good grades.

I was thankful that I could save a life, and also make a difference. My message as a police officer is that, with my duty to safeguard people, I am not only supposed to use guns and force to apprehend criminals, but also act like a counselor and an advisor to the general public, teaching them some basic skills and giving them tips.

Moreover it is very important for me and for all the others men and women serving in the force, that we all set a good example for our teen-agers.
Teen-agers are a relatively weaker section of our society who really need help, but are afraid to approach us (the police). We should not be seen as power wielding authority figures, who set fear in their hearts, but be a friend who can be approached for any problems.

In fact, my greatest message as a police officer is that all the elders, (parents, teachers and police officers) should be more like a friend to the teen-agers and offer them support, versus just scaring them for no reason.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL HORROR STORY THAT I COMPOSED BY MY SELF, AND IT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. Despite having a very supportive group of constables, and my cousin as the inspector to report to, I still am a very paranoid person. One thing to say is that anxiety issues are widespread in my family.

I am kind of unlucky to have the recessive genetics of anxiety, while my cousin (the inspector) is lucky to have inherited the other genes which make him outgoing and active.

We had obtained a break from our never ending tedious work schedule and thus decided to take a vacation. My cousin and I got the train tickets, and we decided to undertake the journey from the South of India to the North to visit our uncle’s house, which contained a countless number of our childhood memories.

While traveling in the train, my cousin settled easily and immediately made friends with the other passengers who were also from the police or the military and also taking a break. I too just struck up conversations and engaged in small talks over lunch snacks and dinner so as to hide my anxiety.

Well the fact is that just because you hide something, it does not mean that it is completely sorted out. My concealed anxiety continued to trouble me. The anxiety was about the fact that something bad would definitely happen, in the 52 hour train journey from Coimbatore Junction to Hazrath Nizamuddin.

My cousin (the inspector) just told me to sleep off the feelings and also consoled me saying that since I was always used to dealing with robbers, gangsters and prison inmates, it was programmed in me to think negative.

Nevertheless, I decided to follow what my cousin told me, i.e to sleep off the feelings. When I was asleep, I got a dream that a soldier of the Indian Army, Captain Harbajan Singh came and told me “You are a very dedicated Police Man! You are courageous and strong. You can take down anyone! Even the deadliest dacoits!”

I suddenly woke up and saw that it was just 10:20 PM. I was confused and asked a few Army men, as to where did Captain Harbajan Singh go.

They told me that among their group of Army men, there was absolutely nobody called Captain Harbajan Singh. Instead they brought Captain Gurucharan Singh, who looked like a typical Punjabi soldier. I apologized for mistaking him, but I was a hundred percent sure that I did actually see Captain Harbajan Singh and not the passenger Captain Gurucharan Singh.

I decided to ignore the delusion, and continue with my sleep, only to again be greeted by Captain Harbajan Singh who said “Do not fear me, my boy. I will not harm you. I am only here to protect you from any evil, and I assure you that you will definitely be able to counter a deadly attack.” After which he disappeared.

I again woke up, only to find that it was another dream. But my intuition literally possessed me. I knew something bad was going to happen, so I decided to take out my Glock 17 pistol and have it fully loaded, so as to fire. Being an encounter specialist, I was given the permission to carry an FN P90 SMG and my cousin (the inspector) carried an AK 47 Assault Rifle.

I suddenly saw that the train had stopped. Everyone in my coach woke up. In Indian Railway trains, when the train stops, the power alternators of the coaches hault. Because of which the Electrical load is transferred to the backup batteries of the coaches.

When powered by the batteries, the Air Conditioners temperorily stop. Due to the killing heat everyone woke up, and started enquiring as to why the train stopped. Then suddenly, we got the shock of our lives as we heard gunshots, screaming of people. We knew that approximately 50 deadly dacoits had ambushed the train and were robbing the people.

My cousin (the inspector) and I were full on adrenaline and prepared for a shootout. We were ready to die for duty sake. Then I gathered all my courage and loaded my FN P90 SMG just as my cousin (the inspector) loaded his AK 47 Assault Rifle. Just as 10 Dacoits entered our coach, they were instantly gunned down by my cousin and I.

We shot down ten, then another twenty. We had thirty dacoits killed and thus proceeded to kill the others. The other dacoits had grenades and threatened to haul it and harm the passengers if we tried to shoot them. But, we clearly saw that out of the twenty remaining dacoits, only 6 of them had real grenades and thus I pretended to drop my FN P90 and immediately withdrew my Glock 17 to instantly kill the six.

Just as I wanted to finish off the other 14 dacoits, I was shot by one dacoit who had an INSAS rifle. But my cousin and I pressed on the dacoits and shot 12 of them. But lucky for me and my cousin, one of the passenger had called emergency services and thus a group of CORAS commandos (Railway Commando Services) had stormed the train.

Thus two dacoits were caught alive and another three injured dacoits were caught alive. Another 6 dacoits who tried to enter our coach from the other side, were gunned down by the military men in my coach, particularly lead my an Indian CRPF inspector , and a CISF Jawan.

Being police officers, we submitted a report to the CORAS commandos that it was a situation of counter fire and defence against an agressor.

However, I had to get down at Ratlam Junction and was admitted to a police hospital, because of my bullet wounds. My cousin ( the inspector) stayed with me at the hospital.

We informed our uncle about the incident and we explained our cause of delay. We told that we will take the next day train and then reach New Delhi and that we can then meet up.

I was very tired and drifted to sleep in my hospital bed. That night, I saw the most pleasant sight. It was none other than Captain Harbajan Singh who came and conveyed his regards to me. He told that the act of attacking the dacoits was so courageous that words were not enough to appreciate my efforts.

I just smiled and told him that it was our duty as police and military officers to safeguard the general public and the citizens of the country.
I also thanked Captain Harbajan Singh for warning me and giving me the courage to face these dacoits.

Captain Harbajan Singh told me “Boy, I am always watching you and shall make sure that no evil will attack”. After which he disappeared, but not before telling me that a huge huge surprise awaited me in my uncle’s house in New Delhi.

Just as I reached New Delhi, I was greeted by my entire family, in the railway station. It was a surprise that I never expected. If that was not enough, I was approached by all the train passengers who demanded an autograph.

If all the above mentioned things were not enough, a government employee suddenly came and told me that my cousin and I were called by the Parliament. We were called for a bravery award, which would be awarded to us, for our courageous actions.

I hope you enjoyed the story, and I would request you to find out more about Captain Harbajan Singh by yourself, via Google.

I would like to conclude by saying that we police officers and military officers will always have your back and will protect against any type of crime.

This is a fictional horror story that was composed by me. It has no relation to any real events.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. When I was in service, I heard a lot of stories of spirits and paranormal entities which are known to attack people.

But being a police officer, I feared nothing, as I had my constables, my cousin (the inspector) and also my trustworthy weapons. Also, as a team, we police officers were really strong and were experts in apprending an agressor.

It was a cold night at approximately 2:40 AM and I was in my police station sleeping in my desk, as I had spent 5 sleepless nights. During my sleep, I suddenly got a weird nightmare that a really tall and black shapeshifting creature was attacking my constables, and I had to shoot it.

I suddenly woke up from my sleep and was relieved that it was just a dream. I helped myself to a can of energy drink and got up. I suddenly got an odd and uneasy feeling that something bad was going to happen. So I just loaded my Glock 17 pistol and took the police interceptor key ready to go to….. Somewhere!

I suddenly got a message on my walkie talkie requesting immediate assistance. One of my constables; constable K was beating in the green road, which was a road in the city, very very notorious for crime.

He told me that he saw a very scary creature that shifted it’s shape and jumped from an old hospital building. Another constable in my team Constable J reprimanded Constable K for being a stupid and childish person!

But I explained to Constable J that it was not stupid of Constable K and that we had to go to the spot immediately. Myself, Constable J and three other constables got into our interceptor armed with INSAS rifles and 303 Bolt Action rifles. We reached the spot in no time and asked Constable K as to what exactly happened. We had also taken a few extra Sterling SMG’s and a few INSAS rifles to arm the other constables too.

He told that as he was patrolling the road with his counterpart Constable D, they both saw a black dog. Suddenly that dog became about 9 feet tall and started jumping towards the police interceptor and started yelling “Play with me! Talk to me”.

Seeing this, Constable D who was driving the police interceptor rushed back at full speed in reverse gear and they were able to lose that “creature”.

I was pretty puzzled and was helping Constable K and Constable D jumpstart their police interceptor from my police interceptor because their police interceptor battery had drained due to having high beam lights and hazard lights constantly switched on.

I successfully jumpstarted the interceptor that Constable K and Constable D were patrolling in and decided that all of us drive together and beat. Just as both the police interceptors took a U-TURN, we saw that that same black creature appeared in our rear view mirror.

All of us 7 officers were really terrified at the moment and decided to drive at full speed in the opposite direction of the Spot where the creature was there! Then we decided not to look back and drive forward at full speed.

Luckily, the road had a temple which was open 24/7. We drove our police interceptors into the temple at full speed. We were lucky that all 7 officers escaped that tall black creature and that we were safe inside the temple premises.

Just as I closed my eyes, I saw a knocking on the police interceptor’s window. I was very scared and I looked up only to see that it was the temple priest. He was asking as to why we police officers got inside the temple, and as to whether there was any problems.

We told him about the black creature that was shapeshifting and jumping around. He asked us, as to whether we spoke to it. We told that we did not and that we would never think of that either.

He told that what we saw was a Chalawa. A Chalawa is an evil spirit in India which is generally a shapeshifter or an illusionist. It is formed when an unborn child is killed and the right ceremonies are not performed. When we asked as to how it got here, he told that 2 Kilometres away on the same road, there is an unreputed and rundown hospital, where illegal abortions are performed, without requirement of any documents or identity proofs.

Well, we were really agitated hearing this, and decided that our job now is to give justice to the Chalawa and not to run away from it.

We returned to the police station and caught up with some sleep. The fact is that my cousin and I stay in the police station during both, night shifts and day shifts. We woke up the next day at 7:00 AM and I informed my cousin (the inspector ) about the entire situation.

We decided that we would start the investigation and thus informed our senior officers requesting permission to raid the hospital. Permission was granted earlier than expected and we headed off for the investigation.

We interrogated the front desk, who said that gynecology was not at all a part of the services that the hospital offered. I could clearly make out that they were lying. I caught the staff and loaded them into the police van. I took them to the police station and thrashed them with cane sticks.

My cousin (the inspector) brought the other staff also, who were interrogated the same way. They revealed that there was a secret basement that was used for abortions. My team and I raided that basement and saw a lot of abortion medication and also some dirty documents, that contained patient information.

We used the documents to track the patients who underwent the abortion and had them put in police custody for having done that illegally in an unlicensed hospital. They gave the information of the doctor, who used to do that in the hospital basement.

We alerted every police station in the city and also sent reports to the Medical Committee, to track down the doctor. We found that the doctor was not at all a qualified doctor, as per the Medical Committee. Desperate to find the doctor, we returned to the police station and wanted to get more information.

However, we suddenly got a call from the central call room, stating that a janitor at the railway station had seen a man, rushing with a bag full of abortion medication, that was dropped from the bag in a hurry.

We rushed to the railway station, hoping to catch the doctor. The janitor who called us told that the doctor boarded the train that was just leaving the platform. I was full on adrenaline, and my constables and I jumped onto the train and we charged through the coaches via the vestibules.

I finally saw the doctor, and I pointed my gun at him, forcing him to own up! My constables handcuffed him. I told my cousin (the inspector) about the arrest and he told that he will arrive with the police van at the next station. He told me not to activate the emergency brakes(i.e. pull the red chain) as that could cause the train to derail.

Just as the train stopped at the next station, we took the doctor to the police van. My cousin (the inspector) nicely thrashed the doctor and asked him as to why was he involved in the crime. We had the court proceedings the next day, where the doctor pleaded guilty to having performed at least 30 illegal and unauthorized abortions.

An illegal abortion, done without any valid reason and done by an unauthorized doctor (a quack) amounts to murder. This many number of abortions were too many and thus the court decided a lifetime in prison for the doctor with least chances of parole.

I was feeling really satisfied with the investigation and prosecution of the doctor, and I fell asleep in the police station. I gazed at the stars in sky, via the window. I was happy that so many unfortunate souls were given justice.

Well I want to conclude saying that we police officers will always always always, deliver justice. Be it the human form of the victim or some unexplained paranormal form, we police officers stand to dispense justice and punish the guilty.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL TRAGIC HORROR STORY THAT WAS COMPOSED BY ME AND IT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. Despite being a sub inspector, I offer to accompany police constables for certain beat jobs and particularly highway patrols.

Being a much more trained officer than my the constables and also having been issued a Glock 17 pistol, I can offer some extra strength.

It was a cold winter night, at 2:00am when my constables and I were travelling in a police interceptor, on an important national highway, which was notorious for accidents and hijackings and dacoity.

It was pretty boring driving on a deserted highway, but we were enjoying the driving experience on an empty, quite and well constructed road. Just as we thought of increasing the speed, the interceptor phone rang.

On picking the phone, we knew that the call was from the central call room, which instructed us to reach a particular taxi, where a driver had crashed it due to panic, but not before having dialled 100, the police number for India.

We decided to stop joking around and decided to reach the location immediately. I put the taxi driver’s phone on tracking and thus located him in no time.

We spotted the taxi, crashed on the side of the highway, and found the driver unconscious.

On inspecting the driver, and helping him regain consciousness, I found that he was okay. Just traumatized and a shoulder sprain, from having fallen inside the taxi in a weird position.

My constables called an ambulance, which also came in no time. We got the taxi driver carefully into the ambulance, where the paramedical staff, gave him treatment, and helped him regain his senses.

After he was fit, I asked him what exactly had happened and he told me this entire story:

“He was a taxi driver for a taxi app, which was a new startup in the city. He got a notification from a young man, who wanted to be picked up near an abandoned wearhouse on the highway. Just as the taxi driver reached the wearhouse, he saw that young man standing there.

He opened the front side passenger door of his taxi, to let him in. Halfway through the ride the young man complained about feeling thirsty and dizzy, and the taxi driver offered him a water bottle.

Just as the taxi driver handed over the water bottle, the young man rudely knocked out the water bottle and thus hit the taxi driver. He also tore the taxi driver’s shirt, and pushed the taxi driver’s head into the steering wheel thus causing him to lose consciousness”

We asked the taxi driver to describe the young man in detail, and the taxi driver told us a few things about the young man which was weird and off-putting.

Firstly, the young man’s feet never touched the ground. Secondly, the young man never spoke a single word, nor took out his phone. Thirdly, the young man shuddered everytime he saw the taxi driver drinking water and also was so repelled when offered water that, he attacked the taxi driver.

We heard this and thought that the young man would have developed hydrophobia or he was a person suffering from aquaphobia.

I was pretty creeped out and asked the taxi driver if he had a footage or at least a photograph of the man.

And to our surprise,but also to our relief, the taxi driver had a habit of taking a photo of every passenger, who got in, for safety reasons.

We asked him to show the photo, and we saw the face of the young passenger. He was a person who had his own jewellery shop.

I forwarded the information to the police station, who checked the medical reports of the young man, via the log register of the jewellery company the young man worked at.

What was the most surprising was that the man had no health problems, but had been missing for the past one month.

We immediately went to the same highway to investigate and checked the CCTV footages from all the shops near the highway. One of the footage showed the footage of the man having backward facing feet and also levitating.

Seeing this, our heart almost came out, as we knew that this young man was a BHOOT!!!

In India, the BHOOT is a type of Ghost which roams around the place it lost its life. A BHOOT has backward facing feet and also a strong aversion towards water and sand, thus it explained the reason why the young man attacked the taxi driver when offered water.

I also continued to check other CCTV footages from nearby shops and saw that in one of the footage, the same young man was transporting a huge box of Jewels in a car. Just as he was driving, another car intercepted him and out sprang four deadly dacoits who ambushed the young man and took away the jewel box. They also kidnapped him, with an intention to ransome him.

I knew that they definitely would have murdered him somewhere!

I told my senior officers about the entire situation and also informed my cousin (the inspector), who joined us for the investigation.
We informed all police stations and highway patrol units and toll booths to be careful as the dacoits would be roaming somewhere in that area.

My cousin (the inspector) and I went to investigate the warehouse along with the constables and thus found the body of the man.
We found some guns, money, jewellery and a lot of chilly powder in the warehouse.

After having cleared the warehouse and having raided the hideout of the dacoits, we went back to the police station and kept all the things we found in the confiscation room.

We were again patrolling that highway as per routine and got a message on the walkie talkie from a police checkpoint, which informed us that a black coloured SUV just bashed through the barricades, and was heading our direction.

The checkpoint informed that a police interceptor was already chasing the car, but we needed to also assist as the black SUV was heading towards our location.

We saw the black SUV coming towards us, and just as I saw it, I withdrew my Glock 17 pistol from my holster and shot at the front wheel of the black SUV, causing it to stall.

The constables in my police interceptor had INSAS rifles and went towards the black SUV as I took the lead by taking the front position.

Just as I aimed my Glock 17 pistol at the dacoits, one of them threw chilly powder on my face that went straight into my eyes.

I screamed in panic and shot my Glock 17 at the leg of the dacoit. My cousin (the inspector), was also attacked with chilly powder, but his eyes were protected by his spectacles.

My cousin saw that 3 out of the six dacoits were armed and thus ordered the team to shoot. My constables shot at the dacoits and wounded their arms and legs, as I too shot inaccurately in the same direction with blurred vision, incidentally shooting the same dacoit who attacked me, on his chest.

The standoff was over in a couple of minutes and thus all the six deadly dacoits were in police custody. They were handcuffed and blindfolded.

My cousin helped me wash my eyes, and recover from the burn caused by the chilly powder as my constables threw the chilly powder on the dacoits’ eyes, thus celebrating the moment.

We all went to the police station, where we all brutally thrashed the dacoits with cane sticks.
I was so harsh that my cane stick broke in the process of hitting the dacoits.

I was so carried away, feeling bad for the young jeweller that I ended up using my gun to hit the dacoits, thus breaking all their teeth. I was about to try and break one of their ribs, as my cousin (the inspector) and the other constables threw me out of the lockup, and told me to let the court decide the sentence for the dacoits.

They told me not to go harsh on the dacoits and said that the court proceedings would decide the punishment rendered to the dacoits. It was a great moment because the court awarded a death sentence to the dacoits.

I was happy to have given that miserable BHOOT a lot of justice and also having rendered justice to many.

My message from the story is that, we police officers always will ensure that the tank of justice is always poured. Some heavy containers of justice may be slightly hard to pour, but we will see to it that it is poured.

THIS IS A FICTIONAL TRAGIC HORROR STORY THAT WAS COMPOSED BY ME, AND IT HAS NO RELATION TO ANY REAL EVENTS.

I am a police sub inspector working for the Indian Police. We generally are assigned beat jobs, when there is too much trouble. Particularly in areas where crime such as chain-snatching, gangsterism and murders are common, we are dispatched to perform beat jobs.

It was a cold night when I was sent along with my constables to patrol an area near a huge cemetery. It was almost only gravestones on all sides and the unmaintained grass covered the roads. This area was notorious for many crimes, particularly extortions, so I decided to go there without saying a word, to start my beat.

When I was patrolling the area with my constables, our police interceptor suddenly stopped because of a battery failure and we had no choice, but to call our police department, who told that help would be on its way.

As I looked towards the cemetery, I saw a set of organ containers and medical waste thrown in the corner. Seeing this, I got really uneasy and agitation started building up. Luckily just as I was about to see something more, my cousin (the inspector) who was also beating in the same area came, along with a pair of jumper cables and asked me to jumpstart my interceptor to start the beat. As I administered the procedure, my hands trembled with fear given all the things I had seen.

My cousin just calmed me down and told me that if I make it fast, then we can get out of the area fast. He told me that I was his favourite cat 🐈, and told me to always be innocent, curious and obviously, scardy!!

I just smiled at this childish joke and just as I was about to get into my police interceptor, the gusty wave of wind blew away my cousin’s (the inspector’s) hat, into the graveyard. He ordered me to get the hat and said that there was no way, he would personally step into the grounds of the sleeping dead.

I too felt the same, but being a junior officer, I could not show any insubordination. I decided to remove my shoes, (as a token of respect for the sleeping dead) and went to fetch his hat.

Just as I fetched his hat, I felt a hand touch my shoulder. My heart almost came out of my chest, as I turned to see a completely blood stained figure with many scars holding a bandage. I quickly ran outside, and into the police interceptor and we all drove out. Once we reached the police station, my constables calmed me down and told me to relax and exactly justify what I saw.

I told them everything that bothered me and my cousin (the inspector) decided not to mock me anymore and take the matter seriously.

The next morning, our entire team of 8 officers were packed up with some extra courage, that motivated us to search the cemetery again. This time we saw a group of men sitting near the cemetery smoking and consuming alcohol.
My team and I assumed that they were locals and questioned them about everything and asked if there was anything that was suspicious about this cemetery. They just let out a loud burst of laughter and told that the graveyard was haunted with the Ghosts of dead people.

Their loud laughter, quickly made a red flag go off in my head and I began feeling haunted by these men. I wanted to take them to the police station for further interrogation, but I decided not to raise any suspicion and decided to not to show my self as a power wielding authority figure. Nevertheless, as we were returning to the police station, I saw a group of school children suddenly running towards the police interceptor screaming; “Police help! Police help! The wolf is trying to get us! It is a two legged wolf 🐺!”

My constable immediately stopped the police interceptor, and we got off the interceptor to help the school children. I asked them what happened, and they told that just as they were walking, one of their friend was captured by a ‘two legged wolf’ and was taken away in an ambulance.

Well, I know that children are notorious for their wild imagination and their ability to cook up stories. But in this case, it seemed genuine, because the children were crying and had a look of terror on their face. Just as I was trying to digest the information, I suddenly saw a speeding vehicle speed away really fast. It was an old battered ambulance. The children looked at that ambulance and told that it was that exact same ambulance used for kidnapping the children.

My cousin(the inspector), along with three constables stayed with the children to help them while I went with my other three constables to chase after the ambulance. I pressed on the ambulance and caught up with it in no time. I fired my Smith and Wesson M&P service revolver on the ambulance tire, thus stalling the ambulance.

My constables opened the ambulance to rescue the child and arrest one assistant, while I caught the driver(who was in a wolf costume) and took off his mask and punched my gun against his face and asked him about everything. Both the offenders revealed the truth.

We brought both, the child and the offender to the police station and interrogated the offenders.
As they removed their jackets, I saw that they had a skull 💀 like tattoo. Seeing this, I remembered having seen the same 💀 tattoo somewhere else also. Then I recollected the scene, the present morning where I questioned the four men near the cemetery. Those men had the same tattoo! The skull 💀 tattoo!

Seeing this, I was able to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The organ containers and medical waste, the ghost with the scars and the ambulance. It was nothing other than an organ trafficking ring.

I informed my senior officers about the problem, and thus they sent more police force, and also permitted my entire team to raid the corresponding buildings near the cemetery.
My entire team of 28 heavily armed officers started searching all the buildings near the cemetery.

I saw those same men who tried to flee the scene, but we’re caught as my constables aimed their guns at them, threatening to shoot. I apprehened those men, along with another 8 men, who dug their own graves by falling into the spider web of the police force. They were all taken to the police station and interrogated by my team. We put them in the lockup of the police station and thrashed them with cane batons.

Just as we were interrogating them, we got a message from the central call room, saying that a school bus carrying 27 children is hijacked by 4 armed men and that it was heading towards our police station. There were three police interceptors following the hijacked school bus but that it was our duty to stop it.

My cousin and I locked the lockup of the station after having confiscated the weapons and gadgets of the gang members, and wasted no time in arranging 5 strong barricades and 3 police cars so as to prevent the hijacked school bus from speeding past the station.

As I was arranging the barricades, I asked 20 of the constables to instantly change to their camoflauge jumpsuits, and be armed with AK-56 and INSAS assault rifles from the weapon room of the police station. I also instructed them to quickly hide in the bushes nearby and seek cover, as my cousin (the inspector) and I stood near the barricades with the other 8 constables, accepting to be fired on, with no fear of course as we had bulletproof vests and helmets.

Then we saw the hijacked bus, speeding at the maximum possible speed, so as to try and get past the barricade. Their anyway fruitless plan was further foiled as my team fired on their tires.

They bus was now stalled with absolutely no possibility to escape. Just as the bus stopped, a huge guy stepped outside and approached me. He told me that I either release the gang members, or all the children die. I just stayed calm and called him into the empty police station to have him let the gang members out himself. He was foolish enough, to tell me all the needed information and also tell me about the role of the gang members.

Just as I entered the police station, I signalled to my constables to take aim and shoot only the highjackers carefully.

I guided the ganster to the lockup, and just as I showed him his imprisoned friends, I heard three bullet shots. It implied that the three highjackers were killed. As soon as I heard the shooting, I took my Smith and Wesson M&P and held it at the gangster, telling him to surrender, simultaneously calling my constables for backup.

He surrendered with his hands up in the air and revealed that he was the head of the organ trafficking ring and that he had done a lot of extortions and murders in the past.

My constables and I were more than happy to hear this lovely story of his, and we said that he was most welcome to the lockup of the police station, where he could enjoy a week’s stay, till the court’s order for the gallows will come.

We informed our senior officers and told them that another case was solved and that another garbage dump was cleared.

I had made a wrong prediction, because the court proceedings were made the very next day and that the lead of the organ trafficking ring was sentenced to death (i.e.gallows) and that the others would serve a lifetime in prison with least chances of parole.

I could not be happier, because a dangerous container of waste was disposed off responsibly.

I always look forward to solving more cases and arresting more criminals. I want to show it that no matter how you try to escape the law enforcement, you can never escape the long arms of the law, that will always succeed in serving justice.