Not Actually a Ghost
Police officer here. Three years ago, the station got a call about a ‘ghost’ in someone’s house. I arrived on the scene, this woman of about forty was standing in her front yard. The house is upper middle class, pretty bland.
She swears there is a ghost inside. The only reason we didn’t disregard the call is because she claimed there was screaming in her attic. She claimed the ghost was doing it, I was supposed to make sure an animal wasn’t stuck up there or something.
She explains she has been hearing this screaming and bumping on the walls the past two days, she is the only one who lives there, no pets who could cause it, neighbors are in vacation. So, of course, the logical explanation is a ghost.
She was far too afraid to check the attic, so I head up there. It was full of cobwebs and musty, and of course the only lightbulb didn’t work. I take a step, and all the sudden I hear banging and muffled yelling. Navigating with my flashlight, I head over to the source, a corner in the far back.
There was a homeless guy there. His leg had fallen through the floor and was stuck, and he couldn’t get out. He started crying tears of joy when I walked over, thanking me and asking for help simultaneously. I pull him out, trying to scratch his leg as little as possible, and lead him outside after letting him stop and get some water.
He told me he was just looking for a place to spend the night, and I felt like he had gotten punished enough for his trespass. Fortunately, so did the woman. Story credit: Reddit / chebezlcrow4212