👮♂️ 😨 I worked in the police force for over twenty years and thought nothing could surprise me anymore. But that night call changed everything I believed about “strange cases.”
Around three in the morning, the dispatcher said: “Domestic incident, respond immediately to this address.” Nothing unusual — until we opened the door.
A man and a woman stood before us, wrapped in a bedsheet, clinging to each other as if their lives depended on it. They were panicking, mumbling incoherently — and we understood only one thing: they couldn’t let go of each other.
We politely asked them to get dressed and explain what was going on. But they kept repeating:
— We can’t… we can’t let go.
One of my colleagues joked:
— Well, that’s love, huh? I get it, but we need to talk properly. Please, get dressed.
But the man suddenly turned pale and whispered, almost crying:
— We literally can’t let go… it’s like we’ve been glued together…
The laughter stopped. When we tried to separate them gently, I saw something that haunted me for weeks — their skin had actually fused together, as if someone had welded them.
😱😵 At that moment, it was clear — this wasn’t just a domestic argument. It was something I had never encountered in my entire career.
👉 To be continued in the first comment…
We immediately called an ambulance. The medics arrived within ten minutes — and even they, people who had seen everything, were stunned. They tried to treat their skin and separate them, but every movement made them scream in pain. They had to be transported together, as one single body.
The investigation revealed the shocking truth: they weren’t married to each other. He was married — she was his mistress.
On the nightstand, they found a bottle of lotion, a thick cream, and… traces of industrial glue.
The wife, who had long suspected the affair, chose a different path — cold, calculated, almost insane. She replaced her husband’s usual cream with a special mixture — cream combined with instant-bond adhesive.
Thus, the lovers ended up literally glued to each other — caught in the act in the most literal sense possible.
When I signed the report, my hands were shaking. In all my years of service, I had seen blood, death, betrayal — but never anything like this.
Sometimes jealousy is more dangerous than any weapon.
