What did the Police want last time they were at your house?
 

Just a couple of days ago, my new neighbor saw some cops and dashed out of his car to hide in his house. His baby-mama told the cops that she didn't recognize the car. They knocked on my door and pointed to the car, "who's car is that?"
"My neighbor. He's been there about a month"
"Which house, that one?"
"Yes"
"Thank you"

What was he/she thinking?

I haven't seen him, but she's still there.


Nice.

Couple months ago, they were looking for a fugitive. Helicopters were deployed.

Couple months before that, there was a guy banging on our back door at 4 in the morning.


Busy year. The previous two years there was only one visit. Christmas 2005, when my car was broken into...

To tow away the car whose owner had inexplicably chosen--out of a whole long big street full of empty free parking spots--to park directly square in front of our driveway.

Time before that, they were making sure we were okay. The house alarm had gone off at 3 in the morning and when I came downstairs I found the back door hanging open and footprints in the sand at the back door. Before they even arrived, I'd both calmed down and woken up, and realized they were lurkette's footprints, and that the door had probably not been latched and had just blown open. Still, I'd already asked the alarm company to fetch the cops. so I had them poke around the back yard a little just in case.

Time before that they wanted to pull down a very small tree that had blown over in our side-yard and was blocking a lane of traffic. I say "tree", it was a very very overgrown weed, with nasty two-inch thorns. The guy said, "Hey! I've got these gloves that are supposed to be impenetrable! Let's try 'em out!" He put his fancy gloves on, pulled that thing the rest of the way out of the ground, and dragged it to the curb for trash collection.

Our city cops are GREAT. Every single time I've interacted with them they've been pleasant, generous with their time, and highly professional.

The last time they were at my house was to take a burglary report...that was a pretty shitty day.

Last visit was to check that I had safes for my various rifles, pistols and shotguns. (Safes are a must here in the land of Oz.)

One before that they were looking for a rather naughty boy who used to live in my house. (Prior to me moving in.)

The time before that, I woke up with a gun pointing at my head.
'Where's X!', they yelled.
'He lives next door.', I replied.
'Oh, sorry.'
They charged out, but he was gone by then. They got him eventually, but.

The wife accidently dialed 911. She was distracted while making a call and automatically dialed 9 for an outside line like at work and must have hit the 1 twice. When they picked up, she was suprised and said it was an accident. They sent a cruiser over anyway to check.

To file an attempted break in a summer or 2 ago. Just woke up when someone threw a rock in our window trying to get access to the house. They split as soon as they heard someone inside the house.

There was an attempted kidnapping in the alley behind our house a couple of years ago. The cops asked everyone in the apartment complex if they'd seen/heard anything suspicious. We hadn't.

Exact same thing happened to me!

Oh my God, maybe you should move neighborhoods.

Four times in the late 90's due to someone breaking into my house and stealing my family's stuff.

I was zeroing my Airsoft Guns off the balcony of the last apartment. It was relatively secluded, and I was shooting in to the dirt. Eitherway, some person reported us for toting around assault rifles. We quickly explained that they were more or less toys. Thankfully, the cops didn't seek to press charges for 'disturbing the peace' or 'brandishing.'

It was the best Halloween party I've ever hosted--hence why we got asked to keep the volume down by the local police. That was several years ago now, and many houses ago.

She stopped by to have lunch and give me pictures of her daughter. We've been best friends since we were 12.

A LONG time ago.

They came over because I was cleaning house and accidentally hit the speed dial which was 911. Well the music was on so loud I didn't hear them knock. My long hair tattooed fiance answered the door when they showed up. They looked at him, then didn't believe that I had called by accident. It took a lot of convincing to get them to leave.

To sign a form verifying the accuracy of a VIN. Yeah, I'm living on the edge.

Neighbor's fire alarm went off due to someone smoking in a room with a fire alarm. Their alarm was connected to our house as well (old co-op houses are funky like that). We all waited outside until the fire trucks, cops, and an ambulence pulled up. They checked everything to make sure there wasn't any fire, and eventually the cops told us we could go back inside. They gave us a warning about having an insufficient number of fire extinguishers on each floor.

Much the same as the OP - the police knocked doors looking for the b/f of a near neighbour - told them which house to go to, heard no more about it.

apparently, when my phone lines go down, it automatically notifies the police. i had to prove that i actually lived in my own house.

ditto, almost 4 months ago and I havent heard from them since

And they still have your steak knife!

Search for the three hookers that had gone missing.

I called them to get my 4th floor neighbour to shut the fuck up with his banging and drilling at 10 am on a Sunday.

Turns out he was setting up an AC unit and "didn't know you can't make that kind of noise on weekends and holidays" here. Yeah right.

I tried to ring his doorbell twice and when I did he'd stop but never come to the door. Then when I left he continued. So two hours later he got his come-uppance.

The cops have never visited my home - either I'm law abiding or I've paid them off.

the last time was to see my dad´s cellar and the time before that was they´d caught the kid that broke into my car.

Last week three guys were parked in front of my house smoking a fatty. I live on a very quiet, tree-lined street just north of the university campus. Why they picked my little slice of urban paradise as their party place, I'll never know. If it were up to me, their doobie dalliance would not have been interrupted. However, my next door neighbor is a police detective. His wife spotted their illegal activity and he gave a call to his buddies down at the station. He walked out into his yard to watch them until the arrival of his on duty counterparts. The three unwitting dudes made the mistake of not only trying to leave, but of using my neighbor the police detective's driveway to turn their car around. At that point, my neighbor confronted them and held them until the other police arrived.

The upside is that they'll have quite a story to tell their parents. And their grandchildren. I mean, how many guys choose the street in front of a police detective's house to smoke doobiage?

They pulled me over for speeding... but didn't turn their lights on (or maybe I just didn't notice them) until I was already in my driveway. They asked for my license, then asked if I lived there (nah, I just like having this address on my license...)

Other than that, we're pretty law-abiding :)

To meet me. In just about every neighborhood here in Japan there is a "Police Box", kind of a mini police station. Every now and then they make the rounds in the neighborhood to get to know the residents. They know my job, my car, my scooter, my bicycle, my cats. They know I have all my documents in order, I pay my taxes, and I have a proper Japanese driver's license and insurance. They know if I do something "wrong" it's probably because I don't know the "Japanese way", as I make every effort to be legitimate I get the benefit of the doubt. I don't feel that it's intrusive, because they have this info about everyone here. They know your general schedule as in when you're usually around and when you're not. When "strangers" come to my neighborhood, the police know they don't belong, and keep an eye on them. Being the only blond-haired, blue-eyed person in my neighborhood, they usually wave and say something in English.

The time before last (when my parole officer friend visited)...

Someone broke into our house in the middle of the night. It was five minutes after I turned off the lights for the night, so whoever it was almost had to have been watching and waiting. I called my parents two block away to ask if they were borrowing anything this late at night. Nope. My hubby was gone with the army, and I called him to ask if he was home early. Nope. The 911 operator asked him why he was making the call instead of me. He told them, "She's busy loading her weapons and throwing the kids behind the bed." That seemed to satisfy them, but my dad still arrived before the police did. He knew that chances were he would encounter an intruder or an armed ItWasMe, so he sent my largest dog in ahead of him. We let the police check out the house when he arrived shortly after. We found the point of entry, but appeared the intruder left before my dad/dog arrived. I think he/she wasn't sure if the dogs had a doggie door and access to the house.

Last time they were at my house, was to ask if I might have seen anyone steeling the neighbor's bikes, time before that was to ask if I had shot the arrows into the garage door of the neighbor across the street, or if I might have seen who did.

A recent visit to my street (not my house) was to have the neighbors take down and bust up an X-rated snow man/woman.

Wondering if I had seen the escaped convict who had apparently been spotted fleeing through my backyard by the next door neighbor. The guy ran across the yard, into the ferns under the oleanders, and up over the wooden fence to an adjoining street.

Last time a cop was at my house was for a birthday party for my seven-year-old daughter. It got pretty out-of-hand. We made the mistake of getting a couple of My Little Pony Kegs.

Just kidding ... his daughter and my daughter are best friends.

To let me know that every breath I took, every move I made, every vow I broke, every smile I faked, and every claim I staked, they would be watching me.

Poncy gits.

Must be the same guys who told me not to put on that dress tonight. I didn't care if it was wrong or it was right.

last time and FIRST TIME in my LIFE was on Saturday night when i invited my family over for dinner and to sing karaoke. mind you we are all peaceful people and we had kids over here, and we dont let them yell nor did we drink, or party or whatever, but i got a call that my neighbor called the cops on me since it was 11pm and we were singing, but we werent loud. I am respectful to this since I know the law, i turned the karaoke machine down but she still complained, after she told me about a week ago that she would make my life " a living hell."

this all stemmed from me fixing up my condo when i moved it. she didnt like the fact that I had a compressor making noise at like 4pm! she is a bitter old woman. trust me. this lady is crazy, but i STILL try to be respectful to her. I have a feeling she doesnt know any better, but i was heated once she called the cops on me.

my intent was to be as quiet as possible, and what got me was my sisters and mother felt bad that they were making loud noises when they werent, because about 3 times that night i went outside to see if we were loud and i couldnt even hear anything from the bottom of my steps, but i guess that is what you get when you share a wall.

/shrug.

I think the last time a cop was at my house, he was giving me, my roommates, and some of our friends a bunch of baseball tickets. We had climbed up on our roof to look around, because there was a fugitive somewhere in our block.

If that wasn't it, it would have been about 2 or 2:30 AM. My damn roommate woke me up when he got home late, and just as I was falling back asleep somebody knocked on the door. So I got my pants on, went downstairs, and looked through the peep hole. There were 2 cops on the porch looking around suspiciously. I opened the door, startling them for a moment.
"Uh, hi, sir. One of your neighbors reported a woman breaking in through a window. Have you heard anything?"
"Well my roommate just got home. He forgets his keys sometimes, but.. Oh. My roommate moonlights at a crossdressing club downtown."
"Uhhhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ok sorry!"
They were even more startled.

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A couple years ago I was up late reading in bed (a good biography of Eddie Rickenbacher, a WWI ace), my wife was snoring away next to me, our 2 year old daughter is snug in her crib upstairs, and our two little dogs were sleeping happily on the bed next to me. Maybe it was because my book was a little too engrossing, but I couldn't sleep, and was up well past my usual bed time. About 12:30 I heard the door knob to the back door turn, then the squeaking of the door hinges, like someone was coming into the house because, well, someone was coming into my house. Since I don't have folks coming over at all hours of the day and night I was quite certain that this was a thoroughly unwelcome visitor.
I was a little surprised at my reaction to this. I was a little scared, but mostly I felt like a little kid who just heard Santa coming down the chimney and might get a chance to whack his sack of toys like a piñata.
I ran to my closet and grabbed a sword and ran out into the living room where the back door is. All the lights in the room were off, and it's in the back of the house away from any street lamps. The only light came from my bedside table, which was around the corner through the doorway behind me, which left the room extremely dark, but there was a definite moving presence next to the back door- sort of a charcoal grey against the blackness of the walls. He was about 15 feet from me with a couch between us.
I was just standing there in my tighty-whiteies, but I brandished the sword as menacingly as I could, and screamed as loudly as I could “You get out of here!” which came out barely intelligible, but he wisely obeyed. With great speed.
(I have a theory about how he understood me. Love is a universal language, but apparently so is homicidal sword wielding goon.)
I fumbled around for a light switch, and checked the room to be sure he didn’t leave a buddy behind. When I turned on the big flood lights that cover the back yard I saw that he’d run so fast that he left a hole in our back fence, almost a cartoon character style outline of broken boards and twisted nails.
I called the police, checked the back yard and the house for accomplices, and put on some pants. When the police arrived they were very nice, and told me that such an entry counts as felony burglary, and that I would be within my rights to use lethal force in the situation I was in. Texas laws are weird, but I can't say I'm upset with having such an option.

A couple of weeks ago I watched a major police search of an automobile right in front of my house....six cruisers, 2 canine units, and an unmarked vehicle all pulled over to search one car. Two officers searched the car, two dogs sniffed it, and they still didn't find anything. And STILL the owners signed a consent to search their home and left with cops in their cars.

If my downstairs neighbors (AKA, Ike and Tina) decide to have another fight at 6:30 on a SUNDAY morning again, I will be calling the cops to come to my apartment building.

It was 2 am, a sergeant and his partner showed up banging on my door. I had ran out of gas a few hours before due to a broken gas meter and had to park to the side of someone's house a few blocks away. The location of the car was completely unobtrusive, parked somewhat inbetween two houses on the street. Anyway, they show up and inform me that my vehicle is illegally parked and how it was reported as abandoned. It wasn't illegally parked, and as soon as I let that little bit of information slip out the mood of our discourse changed. In the end, I was warned and took care of my car as planned.