Extremely Dangerous: US Police Investigate Mysterious Group Emerging from Manholes at Night
New York authorities issued warnings on June 2 about an "extremely dangerous" situation after multiple incidents of strangers infiltrating and emerging from manholes in America's most populous city.
New York City officials are raising alarms about serious dangers posed by the sewer system following several recent incidents in which mysterious men were spotted entering and exiting manholes in Brooklyn and Queens.
The surveillance camera captured images of men climbing out of a sewer in Brooklyn, New York City.
The men crawled down into the sewer system. Source: X
According to the New York City Department of Environmental Protection, at least three illegal entries into the sewer system have been recorded since May 5. Although no casualties have been reported, authorities believe these activities pose particularly high risks and could lead to fatal consequences.
A spokesperson for the agency said in a statement on June 2: "Entering the sewer system is illegal and extremely dangerous. Inside the system, there can be toxic gases, unstable surfaces, risks of sudden flooding, and confined spaces that threaten lives. Residents must absolutely not enter pipelines, manholes, sewer openings, or wastewater discharge gates."
One of the first recorded incidents occurred around 2 a.m. on May 5 in the Astoria area of Queens. While working at his auto repair shop, Aki Jakupovic suddenly discovered a group of people emerging from the sewer system near his store. Concerned about potential incidents, Jakupovic and his staff quickly called 911 and moved customers' vehicles from outside into the garage.
Following the Queens incident, at least two similar infiltrations were recorded in Brooklyn last week, raising concerns about the activities of strangers beneath the city's vast underground infrastructure.
Officials stated that breaking into the sewer system could constitute a criminal offense. However, to date, no arrests have been made, and there is no evidence that these incidents pose a direct threat to public health.
A senior law enforcement official revealed that the leading investigative theory is that this group is searching for valuable items that have been swept away or lost in the sewer system.
My Future Mother-in-Law Destroyed My Dead Mother’s Wedding Dress—Then One Whisper at the Altar Exposed Why She Needed Me to Run
Three hours before the wedding, my future mother-in-law ruined my wedding dress and left a note with just four words: "Know your place." She thought I would cry, run away, and become a laughingstock in front of 200 guests. But what silenced the entire wedding wasn't the soiled dress... it was what I whispered to the groom as we stood at the altar.
Three hours before my wedding, I found my dress floating in a bathtub full of red wine, black coffee, and something that smelled like bleach. Pinned to the ruined lace was a cream card in my future mother-in-law’s handwriting: Know your place.
For ten seconds, I couldn’t breathe.
The dress had belonged to my mother. She had worn it in 1989, and before she died, she spent six months restoring it with me—replacing pearls, repairing the train, sewing one tiny blue thread beneath the hem because she said every bride deserved one secret no one else could see.
Now the silk was pink-brown, the lace eaten through, and one sleeve had dissolved into threads.
Behind me, my maid of honor, Tessa, whispered, “Oh my God, Claire.”
I didn’t cry.
That was the first thing Evelyn Harrow got wrong.
The second was believing I didn’t know exactly why she hated me.
To Evelyn, I was “the scholarship girl” who had somehow trapped her only son, Adrian. She introduced me as “an accountant” with the same tone people used for dental plaque. At engagement dinners, she corrected my pronunciation of French wines I had never ordered and once asked whether my family “understood formal cutlery.”
She never mentioned that I was a forensic accountant specializing in family-owned companies, or that I had spent the last six months quietly helping Adrian review irregularities inside Harrow Hospitality after his father’s stroke.
Evelyn thought money made her untouchable.
She also thought Adrian knew nothing.
Tessa picked up the note with shaking fingers. “Call him. Cancel everything.”
“No.”
“Claire, she destroyed your mother’s dress.”
“I know.”
My voice sounded strangely calm.
I photographed the bathtub, the note, the hallway, the broken lock on the bridal suite, and the tiny security sensor above the service door. Then I called hotel security.
The manager arrived pale-faced.
“Mrs. Harrow requested that camera be disabled this morning,” he admitted.
Of course she had.
But Evelyn didn’t know I had installed my own battery-powered camera in the dress case after someone searched my apartment two weeks earlier.
I opened the app.
There she was.
Evelyn entered at 9:14 a.m., locked the door, poured three bottles over the gown, smiled at the camera she thought was d:ead, and placed the note on top.
Then she made a phone call.
“Once she runs,” Evelyn said, laughing, “Adrian will finally sign the amended trust papers.”
I froze the video.
Tessa stared at me. “What amended trust papers?”
I looked toward the chapel doors, where two hundred guests were waiting to watch me become a Harrow.
For the first time that morning, I almost smiled.
“The reason this wedding was never just about me.”...
To be continued in C0mments 👇
