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Every time I do an investigative report, they call the police. It happened recently in Livingston, New Jersey and in Palisades, New York. They're calling the cops on me, even though I'm a journalist. I had a conversation with someone who didn't initially share their name, but I persisted and eventually got their business card. This experience taught me the importance of being relentless in seeking information. The public needs to be informed.

I pulled this driver over for going 70 in a 55. He said he was keeping up with traffic. He admitted he was driving without a license because he's waiting on a hardship license after moving back from Idaho due to a federal case related to January 6th, for which he is awaiting a pardon. He also said he had pending traffic violations. Dispatch confirmed his habitual traffic violator status. Because driving with a suspended license is a felony, I have to take him into custody. I told him there was no leeway with felonies in Indiana. As I was about to handcuff him, he pulled out a gun and shot himself.

We're not doing anything to them. I'll explain everything. Do you have anything on you? Just the phone. How are your wrists? Okay. We'll go to the precinct. He didn't have anything. I'll bring this back to you.

A man heard someone yelling to stop and tackle another person who was running away. Without hesitation, he joined in and tackled the person. During the tackle, he noticed the person's weapon fall to the ground. He and another person held the suspect down while calling for the police. They held him for about 30 seconds until help arrived.

I saw people in Atlanta in a budget truck with their hands tied up. I decided to follow them until I could find help or authorities.

"Roommate, how long have you been planning this?" "Robinson, a bit over a week, I believe." "I can get close to it, but there is a squad car parked right by it." "I think they already swept that spot, but I don't wanna chance it." "I'm worried what my old man would do if I didn't bring back grandpa's rifle." "IDEK, if it's had a serial number, but it wouldn't trace to me." "I had to leave it in a bush where I changed outfits." "Didn't have the ability or time to bring." "I might have to abandon it and hope they don't find prints." "How the f will I explain losing it to my old man?" "The feds released a photo of the rifle, and it is very unique." "I'm gonna turn myself in willingly."

I’m doing my show like normal, and I’m reaching the end of the show when I see an alert from my Ring doorbell: somebody’s at the front door. I’m live, reading super chats and live chat messages, and I see that this guy has a loaded gun. He’s got a motorcycle helmet and a backpack, a gun drawn, and he’s knocking on the door yelling. I didn’t want to tip him off that I knew he was there, so I kept the show going for about a minute, then wrapped it up quickly. My producer runs in and I ask, who is that? What’s going on? He says, I called the cops. They’re here. The guy’s gone. Then I start getting changed out of my suit, and I hear gunshots go off outside. I jumped to the ground, not knowing what was happening. I step outside after the dust settles and there are about 10 cop cars up and down the street, the whole block locked down, the alley shut down. They tell me to get back inside. We’re not allowed to leave until the morning. That’s how late they were there. At the end of the night, after the cops left, I went out in the very early morning. Did anyone come and explain anything to you? No. Nobody said anything. It’s ridiculous. In the morning, I asked the guy what happened, and he told me the story. It turns out the shooter is a 23-year-old white man, a “white nerd,” short guy, who was at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign, about two hours south of where I live. He killed three people earlier in the day: his roommate, killed the roommate’s sister, and killed the roommate’s mother. He then got in his car and drove directly to my house, parked outside, got out a .22 pistol and an automatic crossbow (a weird choice), and knocked on my door. He went around the house, tried the back door, tried the front door. The cops pulled up, he took off running through the gangway, hopped the fence, and ran into the neighbor’s house. I guess he went into the neighbor’s basement because the door was unlocked. He was hiding from the police. He shot two of the neighbor’s dogs, which is devastating. He ran back outside, and the cops spotted him. He shot at the cops. The cops shot him in the face, and he died on the spot. What was his motive? They never told me. To this day, I have no idea. There’s no explanation. There was no contact after the incident. The Illinois State Police came by about a week later to retrieve the Ring camera footage of the whole incident, and I downloaded that onto a thumb drive. That’s it. I never heard from the cops, never heard from the government. Not at all. A guy comes to murder you, kills three others and two dogs, and no one bothers to tell you anything? It’s ridiculous.

We heard screaming and screeching cars while taking photos. As we ran up the street, police were rushing past us. By the time we arrived, they were already taking someone away in a helicopter, who we later learned had been shot.

I filmed an unexplained object in the sky in New Jersey, and the video went viral before being taken down. Shortly after, the FBI visited me and my neighbors to ask about the video. They were polite and asked questions, but their visit was intimidating, especially since my personal information had been doxxed online. This led to a lot of negative attention, and I had to delete all my social media to protect myself and my family. I didn't intend to claim anything about what I saw; I just recorded it. I'm still processing everything that happened, but that's the gist of my experience.

I appreciate you, man. Are you okay? Please put your hands on top of the vehicle. Hold on. Put the gun down. Rescue 1068, we need assistance. Hey, Matt, walk with me. Sit down. Where's your pistol? What’s that?

I filmed an unexplained object in the sky in New Jersey, which went viral online. Shortly after, the FBI visited me and my neighbors to ask about the video. They were polite and just asked a few questions, but it was intimidating since my personal information had been leaked online. The video was removed from all platforms the night before their visit, which was strange. The object appeared orb-like, emitting its own bright light and moving in unusual ways. I still have a copy of the video but am hesitant to share it due to the attention it brought. Overall, the experience has made me cautious about discussing what I saw.

I walked towards the police with my hands up, feeling disoriented. I tried to show I wasn't a threat by moving my rifle behind me. Approaching a police car, I confessed to shooting someone. The officer warned me to back off or face pepper spray, telling me to go home.

As I was running, the shooting started. I could hear someone shouting for a password. I responded by saying there was no password and told them to surrender. I then threw down my weapon and surrendered.

I saw police cars outside and witnessed a guy being pushed to the ground by an officer holding a big gun, possibly the shooter. Another person was thrown into a car, also assumed to be the shooter. I heard gunshots but couldn't tell if they were from the police or someone else. I ran towards the sound and was scared and confused. Metro confirmed that the suspect is deceased, but it's unclear if they were the shooter. It's unsettling to experience a real-life school shooting after seeing them in the news. It's a serious and scary situation that needs to be taken seriously. It's surreal to have it happen in my own life.

A neighbor, Billy Toma, saw a suspicious van parked near the scene of a shooting. The van had an Arizona license plate, and about 15 cops were surrounding it. Billy and his son watched from a distance, worried about their safety. The police did not talk to them. Billy shared his experience with the news team.

An officer asks Autumn to step out of her car and turn around to put her hands on her back. Autumn asks what is going on and if she is under arrest, to which the officer replies that she is. Autumn asks if she can ask questions and make a phone call, and the officer says she can. Autumn asks if she can go to her house or the store. The officer asks if she has any other weapons. Autumn replies, "Thirty four o'clock," and the officer says, "That's only at thirty four o'clock. There's one thing else to go."

I was at an event and decided to walk through the crowd with my phone. Some guys on a wall started harassing us, so we crossed the street. However, there was no space for us to walk. I got pushed into the street and stumbled. When I turned around to see who pushed me, I recorded him on video. He then flashed a gun at me.

I remember when the police came to our house. It was a Saturday, and I was home with my brother while our parents were away. Suddenly, I heard loud banging and yelling outside. When I looked, there were about 15 armed officers blocking our entrance. I was terrified, crying and telling my brother. He joked about it being friends with Nerf guns, but then he went outside. We were both in our underwear, and there were officers with guns right in front of us. They yelled for us to get out, and one officer was less than a foot away, pointing a gun at me. They made us wait in a car for about 30 minutes while they searched our house. My sister, who was in Ohio, found out and was worried. I felt scared, knowing they were trying to intimidate us because our dad wasn’t home.

I captured footage of Capitol Police removing barricades, inviting people onto the Capitol grounds, and even into the Capitol itself. I also recorded instances of Capitol Police attacking protesters without any provocation. Additionally, I have footage of Capitol Police instructing people to enter the Capitol to avoid being harmed during the incident. Despite not committing any crimes myself, I have evidence of crimes committed by our government.

I stayed in the tree line while others scattered, unsure why I didn’t run. A guy who recorded the incident from behind seemed more suspicious than those of us hunkered down. He had initially been in the tree line with me but then ran away. Law enforcement later identified him, pointing him out as someone to detain because he was recording from a questionable angle.

Hey guys, can I pause for a moment? Are there any armed individuals here? Yes, the police. Law enforcement. Can you please provide your credentials? Okay. What was the reason for your call? You need to do...

They're stopping my driver and demanding my phone because I filmed the USAID facility. I've refused to give them my phone, and now they're ordering my driver to exit the vehicle. I'm continuing to record this situation, though I'm unsure if I'm holding the camera correctly.

I appreciate your honesty. Are you okay? Just put your hands on the vehicle for me. I’ll check your license and send you on your way. He’s compliant but has a pistol, so we’ll remove it for safety. Where’s your pistol? It’s on my side. Let’s get you to sit down. I need to stop the bleeding. I’ll crank it down to help. Where’s your phone? It’s in the truck. Stay calm; we’re here to help.

I appreciate your honesty. Are you okay? Where's your pistol? Just put your hands on the vehicle for me. We're going to check your license and send you on your way. He's compliant but has a pistol, so we'll remove it from that side. Sit down, please. I need to stop the bleeding. Hang on. I have to crank this down to control the bleeding. I need my phone. Where is it? It's in the truck. Stay calm. We're going to take care of this.