From my Police Officer’s “Daily Field Activity Report”, log entry #4. A true Police story about a man peeping into apartment windows and gets the shock of his life.
Summer time is hot and people leave their drapes open trying to catch a breeze to cool down, the perfect opportunity for a window peeper, I suppose.
“It must be over ninety degrees tonight,” says my partner. “Yeah, this heat wave has been going on almost a week”, I said miserably, wiping my brow. “Let’s get a cool drink and get out of this car, the air conditioning isn’t working again.”“As usual,” my partner said as he pulled into the parking lot of a small mom and pop store.
I was leaning up against the Police car sipping an icy when I see a man on the second floor of an apartment building looking through binoculars into the next apartment building across the way. “Hey look at that guy window peeping,” I pointed, “what in the world is that guy doing…”hey you!” My partner shouted up to the man, “What are you doing?” The man yelled back down to us, “Officers, come up here and look at this, there is a man lying on a bed and I think he might be dead”.
My partner and I raced up to the window peeper’s apartment and knocked on the door. He opened the door and told us to come in quickly. “I’ve been trying my new binoculars out Officers and for the past few days I have noticed that a man has been lying on his bed in the same position and hasn’t gotten up, here, take a look”. The peeper handed me the binoculars and I looked. “Well, there is a man lying across his bed… but I see him moving” I blurted out. “Here, give me those things and let me take a look” mypartner said excitedly grabbing the binoculars. “I see his hands moving and it looks like he might be crying… I see wetness on his face”. “Let’s get over there and check it out” I said with haste.
As we ran across the way to the apartment building where the man was, we requested an additional unit, a supervisor and an ambulance to meet us. “We may have to break down the door,” my partner tells me. “Let’s try to get a manager to let us in first”, I said, “They will have a key”.
When we arrived, we were able to get a manager to open the door and let us inside. A horrid smell hit us head-on like a powerful locomotive. A dead rotting body is a smell you cannot forget. “He’s dead for sure,” I said as we made our way back to the bedroom where he was. The man was lying across the bed, feet on the floor as if he was just sitting on the edge of the bed and laid back to die. “Look at his hands,” whispered my partner. “They are moving alright and what is that dripping from his eyes?” As we looked closer, we could see that his body was full of maggots, which were causing his arms and hands to move slightly up and down, and the wetness on his face was body fluid dripping from his eyes.
“The man is literally cooking in this apartment,” said one of the paramedics “it’s got to be over a hundred degrees in here“. “Aren’t we are having a heat wave,” said the other paramedic. “Why yes, yes we are,” I replied.