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The Fort Kaverette Police Department is equipped to deal with the supernatural, I am not
“The Fort Kaverette Police Department is equipped to deal with the supernatural.” This was the exact wording used by our Facebook page on Halloween, 2022. If only you knew how true that is. I want to preface this with a few things before I tell you what I know.
1: I am an active officer for the FKPD, and have worked here for six years.
2: If you aren’t from Fort Kaverette, Texas, I encourage you to never enter this god forsaken city. I can’t stop you though, I know a few of you may have passed through whilst on a road trip. Keep it that way, make your time here brief, shit, don’t even stop for gas.
3: If you live in Fort Kaverette, Texas, I can’t help with preventing any occurrences, go visit Father Harlow at the church on 14th street. If you don’t believe in god, There’s a small little occult store next to Tilley Plaza that’s sells remedies for an arm and a leg. If you are actively in need of help, it’s obvious who you should call.
4: Don’t be a hero. We can hardly handle this kind of stuff, your pepper spray and pocket knife won’t cut it.
With that said, I’ll begin. I was born and raised here, I’m 31 with a birthday on the way in a week. When I was younger, it seemed that this stuff happened less often. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’ve been at the forefront of it for half a decade now. My first year on the force, I only responded to two occurrences.
I know the date by heart. March 8th, 2020. COVID seemed like more of an annoyance then, for us, there was more important things to focus on that date. Three of us, me, our superior Carlson and another rookie. I think his name was Earl. He quit seven days later. I had been on patrol a handful of times, twice I was brought out to a few traffic stops and I hadn’t picked up a single notion of anything unexplainable occurring throughout my time in the force. I think it was around two in the afternoon. A report had came in about a possible domestic dispute in Rip Creek, a small neighborhood to the north next to the highway heading to Roswell. The caller had reported that the older couple next door may be experiencing a violent incident after hearing screaming from within the house. The caller also reported that the husband frequently came home drunk and owned a firearm.
Good causes for concern. I got to give the guy a pat on the back, looking back on it he called immediately and didn’t hesitate in case anything happened. Too many people call too late. When we arrived in the street the house stuck out like a sore thumb. A rotting double wide with the eggshell white paint mostly rubbed off. It was a hot day, the beating heat amplified the smell of old food as we exited the car. The trash was sitting in a graveyard of refuse nestled between the driveway and the rusty chainlink fence next to the road. The driveway itself was blocked by a crooked station wagon. The license plate was barely hanging on. A peeling bumper sticker of what I think was the silhouette of Texas was failing to hide a dent in the metal.
”Shit, looks just like my dad’s.” Earl wiped the sweat off of his bulbous forehead before stealing a glance to his right. He somehow managed to sound more southern than all of us combined.
“Keep your heads, I want lethal on deck if he’s armed but nobody needs to get harmed tonight.“ Carlson‘s voice was like an old gas generator, like he was talking into a fan. He continuously rubbed his lips together as he started down the gravel driveway. As we stepped onto the porch I treaded lighter than the other two. Most the wood was twisted and warped, I felt that a single step would plummet me far below the surface. Before calls like that one, I always feel this pit inside of me, It’s hard to be the middle man when lives are on the table.
“Earl, you’re up.” Carlson stepped aside, kicking an empty pop can out of the way as he let the rookie approach the door.
Earl was a scrawny guy, I’m not exactly sure how he got through academy but someone said he was fit to serve. He raised his fist to knock on the screen door, before turning towards me and Carlson. “Do I knock on the screen door, front door or do I just ring the doorbell?”
With a low sigh Carlson bent forwards before pounding in the screen door, rattling it so hard I thought it could fall onto Earl and crush him like a bug. “Fort Kaverette Police Department.“ He shouted out, pressing his ear to the wall, listening for anything. I should have noted earlier that we hadn’t heard any sound from the trailer. Without any warning, the front door swung inwards as a young, shirtless man answered the door. The only article of clothing on him were dirty sweatpants, the Under Armor logo fading into black. Somehow, he was smaller than Earl, thinner than paper.
”The fuck? You here for the mirror?” He spat out a small wad of gum onto the doormat.
“Sir we’ve...“ Earl began speaking before he processed the man’s question. “what mirror?”
”We are responding to a reported domestic situation reported by your neighbors, Are the current residents home?” Carlson interjected, professional as ever and making the assumption that this crackhead didn’t live here.
”Are you kidding me? It’s just me and my mom here right now.” The man peeked his head out from within his dark den and stared at the home to his left before mumbling something inaudible to me.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if we came inside then, did a little checkup to make sure she‘s all good. Where‘s Harold?”
“Kaverette General, hip replacement.” The shirtless man vigorously nodded his head as he stepped back into the house.
”I’ll have to check up on him for you.” I responded as we encroached into the double wide. Earls hand was off his gun, instead he was fondling his keychain.
“Ma, Police’s here!” The man called out. The inside was nicer than the front lawn. Wood paneling covered the entry hallways walls. Two routes stretched out from the door. To the left was a short hallway with four doors. The right, where the man was calling towards, was an open living room/kitchen area. An old depressed green sofa was positioned infront of a small flatscreen sitting upon a glass coffee table. The house smelled of cigarette smoke and roses. Every wall was lined with photographs. A young couple, an older couple, a photo of a soldier, a baby. An old sewing machine sat in a cardboard box next to an ajar closet. The closet was packed full of different memorabilia. The only box I remember from it was one full of Christmas ornaments.
An old, shriveled shape shuffled out of the shadows next to the couch. A little old lady, skin sagging, eyes half closed, back bent. Eric approached first, hellbent on proving himself after his failure at the front door. “Ma’m, are you alright? We got a report of possible domestic violence.“
”It’s in the mirror.” Was all she got out of her lips.
“Bathroom?” Carlson sighed as he trudged his way across the brown carpet towards her. She nodded her head slower than I would have liked. Seeing no signs of distress or struggle in the house had brought my heart rate down, but it was rising back up quicker than ever. Carlson disappeared into the dark hallway. Six seconds later he simply exclaimed “Yep.” and came back out. “You two go into the bathroom and stand there, don’t look at the damn mirror, I’ll talk to them. Cindy, you mind stepping onto the porch with me outside?” He gently guided the elderly woman out the door as Earl took his cue and followed in Carlsons pervious footsteps.
“The hell does that mean?” He muttered as he kept his eyes trained on his shoes. My eyes were on his jeans. The FKPD always had a looser code of uniform. All you needed was the shirt and a badge. anything else was fair game. Recently they started tightening the code since ICE came in to prevent confusion.
“I’m thinking she cut herself on the glass maybe? Vomit on the backsplash? It can’t be that bad.” The bathroom was covered in mint green tile, with a green ceramic sink and toilet. The only thing white I could see was an old, filthy bathtub, grime caked onto it like face paint.
”Fuck, did her husband lose a hand or something, is it in the sink?”
“Why would he be talking about the mirror then? Wouldn’t there also be blood all over, I haven’t even mentioned the fact we ain’t seen the husband yet.” I looked closer at my shoes, dirty black nike sneakers.
“Maybe it’s just disgusting, old wasp hive or something, mold, bug infestation.”
“We would know if it was bugs, this place would be a lot filthier.” There was barely dirt between the tiles, the dirtiest spots were where we stepped.
Earl stopped talking after my words, we stood there, silently for a while until Carlsons voice came over the radio. ”10-92f” He proceeded with the address, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing that.
”10-92f? What’s that again?“ Earl lifted his head in a risky move to look at me.
”A 10-92 would be an improperly parked vehicle. Couldn’t tell you what the f means though.” I leaned back against the cold tile and stared at the doorway, a small photo of a young girl was hung in the hallway. It felt like the photo was digging into me, the light glinting off of the glass, reflecting the mirror. It was too far away to make out.
”If we are about to ticket this guy because of the way his wagon was parked I’m gonna-“ Earl’s voice cut off.
I angled my eyesight to his face, only to see one side of it. I couldn‘t tell him to turn away fast enough. Before my vocal cords could help me, he spoke something I will never forget.
”Mom?”
Barely audible, he whispered something as he backed out of the room and took off running down the hallway. Leaving me in the room with whatever he saw. I felt pressed down, like a massive boulder had been placed upon my back. My head began spinning, and suddenly I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. God had stripped me of the ability. I could have left right then, ran out and away from that oppression, but I couldn’t. Carlson made me stand in there for a reason, and if I left, god knows what would happen.
My will against fleeing immediately vanished when I heard the tapping on the glass. Sprinting out of the room I could immediately feel the weight lifted from me. Thinking back on it, I wonder if Earl’s presence was distributing it equally before he left. I collided with something and fell backwards onto the floor. The carpet was damp.
“Did you look at it?” Carlson was bent down with one hand on my shoulder and another on his holster. I couldn’t answer at first. I tried to turn my head towards the bathroom instinctively but I snapped myself out of it. “Are you deaf?“
”I didn’t look at it.”
A sound between fizzing pop rocks and clinking silverware came from the room next to me. Followed by the immediate sound of breaking glass. Carlson and Earl barreled over me and into the bathroom.
“*GODFUCKINGDAMMIT”* The slightly muffled sound of Carlsons voice projected. I sprung off my back and into the bathroom. The mirror was shattered, spiderwebs of cracks deforming the reflection. But I can’t really call it a reflection, since nobody was in it. Not me, not Carlson, not Earl. I could see clearly through the doorway to the picture on the wall. Next to the mirror was a small window, also broken.
For as much as I remembered about that day, I can’t remember much about what came next. I sat down on the porch as Carlson drove the two out to a motel. I searched up our codes, not a single one used F at the end of it.
Later I did get an explanation at the office. “Sorry kid.” Carlson sighed and tapped his fingers rapidly on an empty water bottle. “I thought you still had a good month before this would pop up. 10-92f is just used for things we don’t understand.”
”Why not just say that you don’t know what’s going on?”
”Well, we do know what’s going on, we just can’t explain it. You know this place, you’ve lived here your whole life. I have too.” Carlson flicked the empty bottle off of the desk and to the floor. “When I was 9 my father sent me out to my grandfathers farm for the summer. He was a rancher, owned horses, a few cows and a coop of chickens.He let me wander the property if I wasn’t working with him, under one condition. I couldn’t go down to the pond at noon. He had this pond behind the barn, I don’t think he used it for much.
Well how was I supposed to know it was noon? I didn’t own a watch, he didn’t have a television so I couldn’t gauge time off of when they aired programs. The only clock he had was a grandfather in the upstairs hallway of the house. Got carried away one day, romping around the same old empty grounds. I went behind the barn. As soon as I stepped near the pond, everything got dark. Not like I blacked out but more like… the sun turned off. Before I know it two pairs of arms wrap around me and my ma and pa start bawling their eyes out. I went missing for a full day within two seconds.“
”Bullshit.” I tried to call bluff on him but I was only calling out my own disbelief.
“My point is, we know bad things happen here, you just have to confront it now.”
”Is that a good thing?“ I raised my eyes off of the desk and met Carlson with my gaze.
“Depends. Do you want to help people?”
”Of course, why else would I join the force?”
”Good, then It’s a great thing, as long as you know what you’re dealing with.”
I nodded my head lightly. “So if anything like this happens It’s 10-92f?“
”Exactly.”
I’m trying to get other officers to post their stories, hopefully some of these events can be brought to light. The last thing I have to share is the breakdown of how many of these incidents I’ve had across my time here.
2020: 2
2021: 4
2022: 3
2023: 7
2024: 6
2025: 25
2026: 14 and counting.
I think it’s getting worse.
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“The Fort Kaverette Police Department is equipped to deal with the supernatural.” This was the exact wording used by our Facebook page on Halloween, 2022. If only you knew how true that is. I want to preface this with a few things before I tell you what I know.
1: I am an active officer for the FKPD, and have worked here for six years.
2: If you aren’t from Fort Kaverette, Texas, I encourage you to never enter this god forsaken city. I can’t stop you though, I know a few of you may have passed through whilst on a road trip. Keep it that way, make your time here brief, shit, don’t even stop for gas.
3: If you live in Fort Kaverette, Texas, I can’t help with preventing any occurrences, go visit Father Harlow at the church on 14th street. If you don’t believe in god, There’s a small little occult store next to Tilley Plaza that’s sells remedies for an arm and a leg. If you are actively in need of help, it’s obvious who you should call.
4: Don’t be a hero. We can hardly handle this kind of stuff, your pepper spray and pocket knife won’t cut it.
With that said, I’ll begin. I was born and raised here, I’m 31 with a birthday on the way in a week. When I was younger, it seemed that this stuff happened less often. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’ve been at the forefront of it for half a decade now. My first year on the force, I only responded to two occurrences.
I know the date by heart. March 8th, 2020. COVID seemed like more of an annoyance then, for us, there was more important things to focus on that date. Three of us, me, our superior Carlson and another rookie. I think his name was Earl. He quit seven days later. I had been on patrol a handful of times, twice I was brought out to a few traffic stops and I hadn’t picked up a single notion of anything unexplainable occurring throughout my time in the force. I think it was around two in the afternoon. A report had came in about a possible domestic dispute in Rip Creek, a small neighborhood to the north next to the highway heading to Roswell. The caller had reported that the older couple next door may be experiencing a violent incident after hearing screaming from within the house. The caller also reported that the husband frequently came home drunk and owned a firearm.
Good causes for concern. I got to give the guy a pat on the back, looking back on it he called immediately and didn’t hesitate in case anything happened. Too many people call too late. When we arrived in the street the house stuck out like a sore thumb. A rotting double wide with the eggshell white paint mostly rubbed off. It was a hot day, the beating heat amplified the smell of old food as we exited the car. The trash was sitting in a graveyard of refuse nestled between the driveway and the rusty chainlink fence next to the road. The driveway itself was blocked by a crooked station wagon. The license plate was barely hanging on. A peeling bumper sticker of what I think was the silhouette of Texas was failing to hide a dent in the metal.
”Shit, looks just like my dad’s.” Earl wiped the sweat off of his bulbous forehead before stealing a glance to his right. He somehow managed to sound more southern than all of us combined.
“Keep your heads, I want lethal on deck if he’s armed but nobody needs to get harmed tonight.“ Carlson‘s voice was like an old gas generator, like he was talking into a fan. He continuously rubbed his lips together as he started down the gravel driveway. As we stepped onto the porch I treaded lighter than the other two. Most the wood was twisted and warped, I felt that a single step would plummet me far below the surface. Before calls like that one, I always feel this pit inside of me, It’s hard to be the middle man when lives are on the table.
“Earl, you’re up.” Carlson stepped aside, kicking an empty pop can out of the way as he let the rookie approach the door.
Earl was a scrawny guy, I’m not exactly sure how he got through academy but someone said he was fit to serve. He raised his fist to knock on the screen door, before turning towards me and Carlson. “Do I knock on the screen door, front door or do I just ring the doorbell?”
With a low sigh Carlson bent forwards before pounding in the screen door, rattling it so hard I thought it could fall onto Earl and crush him like a bug. “Fort Kaverette Police Department.“ He shouted out, pressing his ear to the wall, listening for anything. I should have noted earlier that we hadn’t heard any sound from the trailer. Without any warning, the front door swung inwards as a young, shirtless man answered the door. The only article of clothing on him were dirty sweatpants, the Under Armor logo fading into black. Somehow, he was smaller than Earl, thinner than paper.
”The fuck? You here for the mirror?” He spat out a small wad of gum onto the doormat.
“Sir we’ve...“ Earl began speaking before he processed the man’s question. “what mirror?”
”We are responding to a reported domestic situation reported by your neighbors, Are the current residents home?” Carlson interjected, professional as ever and making the assumption that this crackhead didn’t live here.
”Are you kidding me? It’s just me and my mom here right now.” The man peeked his head out from within his dark den and stared at the home to his left before mumbling something inaudible to me.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if we came inside then, did a little checkup to make sure she‘s all good. Where‘s Harold?”
“Kaverette General, hip replacement.” The shirtless man vigorously nodded his head as he stepped back into the house.
”I’ll have to check up on him for you.” I responded as we encroached into the double wide. Earls hand was off his gun, instead he was fondling his keychain.
“Ma, Police’s here!” The man called out. The inside was nicer than the front lawn. Wood paneling covered the entry hallways walls. Two routes stretched out from the door. To the left was a short hallway with four doors. The right, where the man was calling towards, was an open living room/kitchen area. An old depressed green sofa was positioned infront of a small flatscreen sitting upon a glass coffee table. The house smelled of cigarette smoke and roses. Every wall was lined with photographs. A young couple, an older couple, a photo of a soldier, a baby. An old sewing machine sat in a cardboard box next to an ajar closet. The closet was packed full of different memorabilia. The only box I remember from it was one full of Christmas ornaments.
An old, shriveled shape shuffled out of the shadows next to the couch. A little old lady, skin sagging, eyes half closed, back bent. Eric approached first, hellbent on proving himself after his failure at the front door. “Ma’m, are you alright? We got a report of possible domestic violence.“
”It’s in the mirror.” Was all she got out of her lips.
“Bathroom?” Carlson sighed as he trudged his way across the brown carpet towards her. She nodded her head slower than I would have liked. Seeing no signs of distress or struggle in the house had brought my heart rate down, but it was rising back up quicker than ever. Carlson disappeared into the dark hallway. Six seconds later he simply exclaimed “Yep.” and came back out. “You two go into the bathroom and stand there, don’t look at the damn mirror, I’ll talk to them. Cindy, you mind stepping onto the porch with me outside?” He gently guided the elderly woman out the door as Earl took his cue and followed in Carlsons pervious footsteps.
“The hell does that mean?” He muttered as he kept his eyes trained on his shoes. My eyes were on his jeans. The FKPD always had a looser code of uniform. All you needed was the shirt and a badge. anything else was fair game. Recently they started tightening the code since ICE came in to prevent confusion.
“I’m thinking she cut herself on the glass maybe? Vomit on the backsplash? It can’t be that bad.” The bathroom was covered in mint green tile, with a green ceramic sink and toilet. The only thing white I could see was an old, filthy bathtub, grime caked onto it like face paint.
”Fuck, did her husband lose a hand or something, is it in the sink?”
“Why would he be talking about the mirror then? Wouldn’t there also be blood all over, I haven’t even mentioned the fact we ain’t seen the husband yet.” I looked closer at my shoes, dirty black nike sneakers.
“Maybe it’s just disgusting, old wasp hive or something, mold, bug infestation.”
“We would know if it was bugs, this place would be a lot filthier.” There was barely dirt between the tiles, the dirtiest spots were where we stepped.
Earl stopped talking after my words, we stood there, silently for a while until Carlsons voice came over the radio. ”10-92f” He proceeded with the address, but I don’t feel comfortable sharing that.
”10-92f? What’s that again?“ Earl lifted his head in a risky move to look at me.
”A 10-92 would be an improperly parked vehicle. Couldn’t tell you what the f means though.” I leaned back against the cold tile and stared at the doorway, a small photo of a young girl was hung in the hallway. It felt like the photo was digging into me, the light glinting off of the glass, reflecting the mirror. It was too far away to make out.
”If we are about to ticket this guy because of the way his wagon was parked I’m gonna-“ Earl’s voice cut off.
I angled my eyesight to his face, only to see one side of it. I couldn‘t tell him to turn away fast enough. Before my vocal cords could help me, he spoke something I will never forget.
”Mom?”
Barely audible, he whispered something as he backed out of the room and took off running down the hallway. Leaving me in the room with whatever he saw. I felt pressed down, like a massive boulder had been placed upon my back. My head began spinning, and suddenly I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. God had stripped me of the ability. I could have left right then, ran out and away from that oppression, but I couldn’t. Carlson made me stand in there for a reason, and if I left, god knows what would happen.
My will against fleeing immediately vanished when I heard the tapping on the glass. Sprinting out of the room I could immediately feel the weight lifted from me. Thinking back on it, I wonder if Earl’s presence was distributing it equally before he left. I collided with something and fell backwards onto the floor. The carpet was damp.
“Did you look at it?” Carlson was bent down with one hand on my shoulder and another on his holster. I couldn’t answer at first. I tried to turn my head towards the bathroom instinctively but I snapped myself out of it. “Are you deaf?“
”I didn’t look at it.”
A sound between fizzing pop rocks and clinking silverware came from the room next to me. Followed by the immediate sound of breaking glass. Carlson and Earl barreled over me and into the bathroom.
“*GODFUCKINGDAMMIT”* The slightly muffled sound of Carlsons voice projected. I sprung off my back and into the bathroom. The mirror was shattered, spiderwebs of cracks deforming the reflection. But I can’t really call it a reflection, since nobody was in it. Not me, not Carlson, not Earl. I could see clearly through the doorway to the picture on the wall. Next to the mirror was a small window, also broken.
For as much as I remembered about that day, I can’t remember much about what came next. I sat down on the porch as Carlson drove the two out to a motel. I searched up our codes, not a single one used F at the end of it.
Later I did get an explanation at the office. “Sorry kid.” Carlson sighed and tapped his fingers rapidly on an empty water bottle. “I thought you still had a good month before this would pop up. 10-92f is just used for things we don’t understand.”
”Why not just say that you don’t know what’s going on?”
”Well, we do know what’s going on, we just can’t explain it. You know this place, you’ve lived here your whole life. I have too.” Carlson flicked the empty bottle off of the desk and to the floor. “When I was 9 my father sent me out to my grandfathers farm for the summer. He was a rancher, owned horses, a few cows and a coop of chickens.He let me wander the property if I wasn’t working with him, under one condition. I couldn’t go down to the pond at noon. He had this pond behind the barn, I don’t think he used it for much.
Well how was I supposed to know it was noon? I didn’t own a watch, he didn’t have a television so I couldn’t gauge time off of when they aired programs. The only clock he had was a grandfather in the upstairs hallway of the house. Got carried away one day, romping around the same old empty grounds. I went behind the barn. As soon as I stepped near the pond, everything got dark. Not like I blacked out but more like… the sun turned off. Before I know it two pairs of arms wrap around me and my ma and pa start bawling their eyes out. I went missing for a full day within two seconds.“
”Bullshit.” I tried to call bluff on him but I was only calling out my own disbelief.
“My point is, we know bad things happen here, you just have to confront it now.”
”Is that a good thing?“ I raised my eyes off of the desk and met Carlson with my gaze.
“Depends. Do you want to help people?”
”Of course, why else would I join the force?”
”Good, then It’s a great thing, as long as you know what you’re dealing with.”
I nodded my head lightly. “So if anything like this happens It’s 10-92f?“
”Exactly.”
I’m trying to get other officers to post their stories, hopefully some of these events can be brought to light. The last thing I have to share is the breakdown of how many of these incidents I’ve had across my time here.
2020: 2
2021: 4
2022: 3
2023: 7
2024: 6
2025: 25
2026: 14 and counting.
I think it’s getting worse.
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