Is This Abilene Impound Lot Really Haunted?

I’m not someone who scares easily. They call me Fearless for a reason.

But there is one place in Abilene where I’ve heard enough strange stories from enough different people that I have to wonder.

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It’s the Abilene Police Department impound lot, the same place where the recent city vehicle auction was held.

The Back Row They Call “Death Row”

Tow truck drivers, police officers and City of Abilene employees have told me about an area toward the back of the impound lot that some call “Death Row.”

That’s where certain vehicles involved in serious investigations or major crashes may have to remain together and untouched.

Some have been involved in fatal wrecks.

During the daytime, it looks like any other impound lot. But once the sun goes down, I’m told the place can feel completely different.

People Who Have Worked There Have Told Me Stories

Over the years, I’ve talked with tow truck drivers who brought wrecked vehicles into the lot.

I’ve spoken with police officers who had to return after a wreck or arrest to retrieve someone’s purse, wallet or other personal belongings.

City employees may also have to go back there to check a vehicle identification number, or VIN.

More than one of those people has told me they don’t particularly like being back there late at night.

When tow truck drivers, police officers and city employees all start telling me similar things, I pay attention.

I Heard Something There Myself

I’ve walked through that impound lot taking pictures before, and one time I heard what sounded like the voice of a child.

I stopped.

I looked around.

I couldn’t see anybody nearby who could have been making the noise.

Was there a reasonable explanation? Maybe.

I’m not going to tell you I saw a ghost, because I didn’t. But I also wasn’t about to go wandering farther into the back of that lot trying to find out whether there really was a kid out there talking.

Fearless Has His Limits

So, is Abilene’s police impound lot haunted?

I’ll let you decide.

They call me Fearless for a reason, and during the daylight hours I’ll walk that lot without giving it a second thought.

But late in the evening or in the middle of the night?

Uh-huh. No, no thank you.

I’ve heard enough stories, and I’ve heard something strange out there myself.

Once the sun goes down, somebody else can investigate that mystery.

Fearless has his limits.