Abilene’s Police Department Has a Death Row and it is Haunted
Whether you believe in "hauntings" or not the fact still remains that there is something that is creepy spooky going on at the City of Abilene's Police impound lot. For the record, I am a man of faith and I do not believe in spooky ghosts and or hauntings, but I will admit that there is something freaky going on at that police impound lot.
A couple of years ago when I was at the impound lot taking some pictures of the cars that the City of Abilene was going to auction off, I ran into a few tow-truck operators and I simply said there was something creepy about that last row over there because I heard what sounded like a kid's voice. I looked around and found nothing.
I kept on taking pictures and there was also a stale smell in the air that day. When I mentioned it to the tow truck drivers that's when they all told me that the sixth row is referred to as "death row" and that's where the vehicles that are involved in fatal crashes are put and that row is haunted. I told them that I thought it was interesting however I don't believe in things like that.
Two of the wrecker operators told me almost unanimously to "come around after dark when we are dropping off the fatal crash vehicles and you'll see, hear and feel what we're talking about." So I did, only to find out I'm not allowed in the lot without prior permission from the Abilene Police Department.
As I hung around the entrance of the Abilene impound lot that evening everything appeared to be normal. No strange smell, I didn't hear or feel anything. Then another tow truck drove up and the driver recognized me as "hey, you're that radio dude and what are you doing hanging around this creepy, haunted place?"
I told him I wanted to walk down what he too called "death row" and that I'm not allowed in the impound lot without prior consent from the APD higher-ups. He (I'll call him Chris) said that if he can avoid that part on the impound lot he does. That's when he told me of the voices, being stared at, and what feels like someone touching him.
He then shared with me the story of the motorcycle that was involved in a fatal crash. His wife would sometimes ride with him; she also saw, felt, and heard the same thing. Chris said "my wife and I were on our way to dinner when I got the call to go pick up a fatal crash on a motorcycle.
He used the Tow Trucks' hoist to load the big heavy Harley Davidson onto the flatbed
Chris said "I had to use the wench to hoist the heavy bike onto the flatbed and out of respect I always make sure I stand the bikes up and strap it down securely. I was cleaning the crash sight and I picked up the bike's battery and the rider's helmet and I just set them on the end of the flatbed. That's when the weird begins.
Chris went on to say that "as I'm getting in the truck my wife was sitting there patiently and she said the driver of the bike just died. I asked her how she knew that and she said it's because the headlight on the motorcycle just came on and the rider has seen the light."
Chris said, "there is no way that light is even functioning because the motorcycle's battery came off in the crash." Chris said he looked in his rearview mirror and the motorcycle's headlight had mysteriously come on. Chris said he was so freaked out because there was no battery and no possible way the light should be on.
As soon as the tow truck got back to the impound lot things got even spookier. As Chris is getting out of the truck he notices that the rider's blood-stained helmet was now sitting in the middle of the truck's flatbed, and it never moved, and it was not strapped down. Chris said as he was climbing onto the flatbed that the headlight flickered and then turned off.
His wife made the proclamation out of the truck's passenger window that "the Harley bike rider had made it into heaven and all is good with God!" As Chris remembers that when he off-loaded the bike he too heard a child's voice that night asking "why am I here?"
Chris finished up that night he got out of the impound lot and vowed to find something else to do for a living. That's when he decided to quit his job and move back to take care of his parents. I spoke with him a day ago and he and his wife recall that night vividly and have promised God never to return to "Death Row."