1601 Hours

“Do I just start talking?”Interviewer: “Yeah. The recorder’s on. Go head.”“OK. Hi, I'm Gordon Stedmond. I worked as a Police Officer with the Los Angeles Police Department for 17 years. And on, umm, December 10, 2015… I… umm…”Interviewer: “It’s all right, take your time.”“I… Well, ok… I was out on patrol. See, I was patrolling my usual route. Nothing big ever happened there. It was pretty laid back. I liked that route. The most I dealt with were drunks, loitering, domestic disputes, suspicious activity, thefts, prostitution calls, and so forth. It was… It was decent.”Interviewer: “Tell me about December 10th.”“It was a nice day. Near EOS… or End of Shift. I only had a few calls that day; there really wasn’t anything going on. The calls were minor, but helped to make the day go by quickly. Then at… Then…at… at… 1601 hours… The… the… I'm sorry.”Interviewer: “Don't be. I can understand how difficult it must be to have to live through it again. It must have been a real gruesome scene. I want you to know how much I appreciate you taking the time off to share your story with me. I want you to also know I'm going to be crediting you in this book I'm writing about your experience as a police officer who witnessed one of the most gruesome and tragic incidents of our time… and from our city. But I digress, please, Mr. Stedmond, continue.”“No problem. It actually helps me to talk about it. To let it out. But on that day, I was driving about in my patrol unit when the call came in…”1601 Hours“Dispatch to 579.”“579.”“Received three hang ups from 3922 Gilmore Drive. Are you in the area?”“A-firm, I’ll be en-route to check it out.”“10-4”Interviewer: “What happened when you got to the address?”“After parking my patrol car, I stepped out, walked up to the house… and… and… well, the front door was slightly opened. So, I announced myself.”“Hello, this is the Los Angeles Police. Hello?”Interviewer: “Did anyone answer?”“No. But, I heard sounds coming from inside.”Interviewer: “What kinda sounds?”“Sounds… They were unusual sounds. Almost like gurgling sounds.”“This is Officer Gordon Stedmond with the Los Angeles Police Department. I'm coming in.”Interviewer: “Then what happened?”“I pushed open the door and proceeded to enter the house. I… I… There was… Fuck, I'm sorry.”Interviewer: “It’s all right. What did you see when you entered the house?”“There was a young boy. He was on the floor bleeding. His… his… his face was bleeding. There was so much blood. So, I immediately rushed over to him. His face was badly torn. He had chunks of his face gone. His skull was… smashed in. He was dead. And this boy was young. I found out afterwards that he was only 4 years old.”Interviewer: “I'm sorry. What did you do?”“I immediately called it into dispatch.”“579 dispatch, roll 11-41 to 3922 Gilmore Drive for a 187 on a White Male child.”“10-4.”“Child has sever trauma to the head. I'm gonna need back-up.”“579, are there any suspects?”“10-23.”“10-4. Engine 101 is en-route to your 20.”“10-4.”Interviewer: “Then what happened?”“I pulled my firearm out of my holster, held it out and began moving around the house. I slowly made my way into the kitchen. I found a bloody hammer and… teeth… the teeth were scattered on kitchen floor. And there was a severed human tongue in the sink. I almost puked. I didn't know what the hell was going on. It was something outta a horror movie or somethin’. I mean, it was… it was pretty disturbing.”Interviewer: “Did you wanna take a break?”“No. I'm fine. Anyway, I heard something. Sounded like something had fallen and broke. So, I made my way to the sound.”“Los Angeles Police! Surrender yourself! Now!”Interviewer: “Did anyone come out?”“No. So I walked over to where I heard the sound, ya know. And… there was blood on the carpet going into one of the bedrooms. So, with my firearm out, I slowly walked into that room.”Interviewer: “What was inside the room?”“There was a woman. She was naked and wet like she just got outta the shower or somethin’. And she was bleeding. There was a broken vase near her and a phone beside her that was off the hook. The woman began twitching. So, I rushed over to her. That's when I found out she was still alive.”“Ma’am, this is the Los Angeles Police. Can you hear me?”Interviewer: “Did she respond?”“No…”“579 dispatch”“579”“Got a White Female Adult conscious, but nonresponsive. Has stab wounds to her lower abdomen and severe lacerations to her left thigh. Appears to have been severely bitten around her right collar bone, right shoulder, and right breast.” “10-4”Interviewer: “If you would like a break, just let me know.”“Nah, I’m good. Anyway, I heard sirens approaching at this point. So, I leaned down to check on the woman. She barely opened her eyes and stared right into my eyes. Then she softly asked, ‘Daniel… is Daniel still here?’ then she lost consciousness. She died in the hospital. God, I can still hear her voice.” Interviewer: “So, in the report, it states that you found Daniel Clemens in the bathroom. Is that right?”“Yeah… he… he was… After the woman, who I later found out was Daniel’s girlfriend, Malory Navarro, I… well…”Interviewer: “What?”“I went to go look for this Daniel guy Malory had asked about. With my firearm drawn, I left Malory and began searching the house. Then… I… I found him… he was in the bathroom standing over the sink. His white shirt was covered in blood. His teeth were missing. He had already gouged out his left eye, and that was in the sink. He had the knife up against his… his right eye like… like he was gonna gouge that one out too.”“Sir, put the knife down! PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!”“Shit, he looked really fucked up, excuse my language.”Interviewer: “So, Mr. Clemens had removed his teeth and was now attempting to remove his eyes?” “Yeah.”“Sir, put the knife down. SIR!”Interviewer: “Did he put the knife down?”“No. He stabbed his own… his own eye out… in front of me.”Interviewer: “He stabbed his eye out in front of you? Shit, man. Then what?”“I jumped at him to prevent him from injuring himself some more, ya know. And at this point Officer Jaelynn Flores arrived on scene. I yelled for her from the bathroom.”“516 is 97. Gordon?!”“Jae! I'm here. I’m here!”Interviewer: “What happened next?” “Well, Officer Flores assisted me in detaining Daniel Clemens.”Interviewer: “Did Clemens struggle at all while you and Officer Flores detained him?”“Yeah. I mean, shit, this guy straight up gouged out his eyes with a fucking knife. And prior to that he busted out his own teeth with a hammer. Also, that human tongue in the kitchen sink was his tongue. That guy used a pair of kitchen shears to cut off his own damn tongue. We later found the scissors in one of the cupboards in the kitchen.. All bloody. It was disgusting. Clemens had no concern for pain. Like, who does that?”Interviewer: “Right.”“So, anyway. Like I had jumped for him. He tried to use the knife on me. Blood was just com… coming out of him like… like a faucet. There was so much blood. I had his hand above his head at this point, k, and we were on the floor kinda wrestling, ya know. That's when Jae rushed in and stomped on the guy’s hand to release the knife. Then she kicked the knife away, towards the tub, and assisted me in flipping Clemens over to his stomach so we could cuff him.” Interviewer: “Wow. So he really put up a struggle, huh?”“Yeah. And you would think that a person with that much blood loss and that much physical pain would be weak or passed out, right? Shit, Clemens had strength. Like, I don't know. He was determined.”Interviewer: “Determined? What do you mean?”“The guy ate and killed his own son and his girlfriend. Then he bashed in his teeth, cut out his tongue, and gouged out his eyeballs. He was determined to never speak of his crime. He was determined to never see himself again.”Interviewer: “Why didn't he just commit suicide?”“Guess he was just afraid to actually die. I don't know. But Officer Flores and I finally stopped Clemens. Though… I wish we could have been there sooner.”“579 dispatch”“579”“Got a White Male Adult with self inflicting injuries. Possible suspect.”“10-4. Are there any other suspects?”“Negative. 516 and I got the White Male Adult 10-15.”Interviewer: “About how long after this incident, if you don't mind me asking, did you resign from the police force?”“About a month. I mean I've seen some fucked up shit in my time with the Los Angeles Police Department, but that day was just… so horrific. It really took a toll on me. I remember when I got home after that shift… I just sat in darkness. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't really do anything. I just felt terrible.”Interviewer: “I'm sorry to hear that. You're better now, right?”“Yeah. What are you gonna call this book?”Interviewer: “1601 Hours.”“Nice.”Interviewer: “Well, thank you for taking the time to share your story. I mean, let me tell ya, your story is going to make an amazing book. I know so many people are going to be as intrigued about your story as I was… or am. Thank you.”“You're welcome.”Author: Sandra J. Martinez / Sy CreationsTo view part 2, visit http://ift.tt/2rK16U8 via /r/creepypasta http://ift.tt/2sRJXHi