Hello everyone. I hope you're all staying spooky wherever you are. I'm excited for this week's episode. It is loaded with a collection of unnerving tales.

Buckle up and enjoy the ride as we journey further into Mr. Creve's mind.

My last call as an LAPD officer, written by Leo of Alexandria.

I was a Los Angeles police officer for over 13 years.

I've been in more life-threatening situations in that time than maybe 90% of the U.S. population.

I've encountered near-dest scenarios a handful of times.

Being a member of the well-known of a PD-s-a-spot team

also has brought a plethora of adrenaline-induced insane moments. It was part of the job that

I signed up for it wanted, and I was proud to serve. One moment, though, and did my career in law enforcement,

and it had nothing to do with a routine call or anything police related.

It was part of my responsibilities as an officer,

but it could possibly have happened to any civilian.

I now live in a small trailer home near the Salton Sea, about three and a half hours east of L.A.

I barely scrape by financially, but I would rather have this peace of mind than what happened to me nearly two years ago.

March 17, 2020, the world is stopped. The streets are empty. Any other St. Patrick's Day would be filled with endless

disorderly calls and drunk 20-somethings puking in every street in LA. But tonight, at the beginning of my 7 p.m. shift, it's like the zombie apocalypse that started.

The county of 10 million people has seemingly disappeared.

I can't even find a homeless person in the street.

I've looked too.

We have care packs to you about filled with hygiene products, dry food, and clothing.

I've never not been able to give these out before.

Obviously, everything is closed, and there is no real 28 days later type of thing going on. Believe me, I'm not complaining,

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