Prisoners who never left….

Posted: August 23, 2013 by linktay in Ghostly Adventures
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So, I had a bit of an unexpected adventure this morning! My birthday is coming up in a couple of days (Tuesday) and my parents informed me last night that they had a surprise for me the next morning and to be ready at 10am. So just like a kid waiting to get to Disney land, I stayed up all night and thought about what this surprise could be… at one point I thought it was just a giant plot to get me to go to the dentist… but thank god it turned out it wasn’t.

My dad has a very special job, and for legal reasons I can’t tell you what that is. All I can say is that there are certain (though not many) perks that come with it, like getting to explore an old abandoned jail. Unfortunately, due to more legal reasons, I cannot disclose to you the name or the location of the jail we visited today. But I was able to take plenty of photos of the inside to show you!

The site is now for sale, so after the sale goes through I will probably be able to disclose details of its location!

This particular jail was built-in 1812 and is one of the oldest penal facilities in the state. After closing in 1994 the jail served as a rehabilitation center, and a halfway house for women until 2008. Now it stands empty at the end of a busy road, waiting to be sold, aching to be useful again. The jail, was not a maximum security prison, it mostly held people for petty crimes or people awaiting trial. One of the most severe criminals it ever saw was a man who stabbed his wife out of anger, which lead to the formation of the recent domestic violence laws in the state it resides.

The woman lived, the police department was sued for negligence (they ignored the call) and she is now a millionaire.

A cell on the older side of the prison, the ceilings are under six feet tall and the width is just enough that you can stretch your arms across.

A cell on the older side of the prison, the ceilings are under six feet tall and the width is just enough that you can stretch your arms across.

The building has also had its fair share of unexplained occurrences, though the disturbances are not really talked outside the thin circle of former employees and police. You won’t find this location on an encyclopedia of haunted locations, shadowlands or in the newspaper. This haunted location is a well-kept haunted secret. People report all kinds of strange phenomena such as heavy boots walking up to you from behind, cell doors closing, voices, and strange creepy feelings. There are a couple correctional employes that once their maintenance rounds are done, they get right out because of the strong sensation of being followed. The site has also been investigated by world-renowned demonologist John Zaffis (The Haunted Collector) who looked into buying the place to turn it into his Haunted Museum. I am unsure of any evidence Mr. Zaffis collected, but I know he felt particularly uneasy in the kitchen area of the building.

While I was there I felt many strange sensations. While next to a cell used as the “suicide cell” (where they kept mentally ill inmates who showed a high risk of suicide) I had the feeling that something, or someone was directly behind me. The feeling ignited my fight or flight instincts and I jolted myself forward a little bit, with my head cocked over my shoulder looking for the person I had sensed. Obviously, there was no one there but that energy I felt was unmistakable. It was almost as if I could see it in my minds eye while it was happening. This dense black energy coming out of the shadows to swallow me whole. But how would I know that? I was facing the complete other direction… but my minds eye felt like it could see it creeping it’s way out of the shadows and slowly engulfing the tips of my elbows as they bent to hold the camera. I know that all sounds painfully dramatic, and I can’t testify that that’s what happened. I can only tell you what I felt.

The "suicide cell" in the newer part of the prison.

The “suicide cell” in the newer part of the prison.

The hallway where I sensed the person behind me. The "SC" is all the way down this hallway, on the right.

The hallway where I sensed the person behind me. The “SC” is all the way down this hallway, on the right.

Though I had many strange feelings and sensations (the atmosphere inside the old jail is a strangely oppressive one) one particular moment stood out to me. While in the room where inmates could purchase items from the store I realized my heart was beating wildly fast. I stood still for a moment and wondered if my body was instinctually reacting to something my mind wasn’t even aware of yet. I hadn’t been even aware that I was so nervous until I felt the wild pounding of my heart beat and my blood rushing to my head in fast, frantic pulses. This was odd to me, and I wonder what had been in that room to make me react like that. The man showing us around the jail commented after we walked out that those rooms ‘make him very uneasy’. This is a man whose father had worked in this jail, he’d played matchbox cars on the floor of this jail up, is a retired police officer and works in another more terrifying prison…. if he says something makes him uneasy, I immediately start to question what’s there.

Supposedly, this big red wall hides a tunnel used to take inmates across the square to the place where they were to be hung. Nobody knows the exact location of the tunnel, but most people suspect this location in the basement. The tunnel system was an attempt to avoid the public and give the inmate some privacy as he walked to his death.

Supposedly, this big red wall hides a tunnel used to take inmates across the square to the place where they were to be hung. Nobody knows the exact location of the tunnel, but most people suspect this location in the basement. The tunnel system was an attempt to avoid the public and give the inmate some privacy as he walked to his death.

This is where they put you if you misbehaved. The room is about 4 feet wide with a cell door to lock the prisoner in. In front of the cell door is a steel door to keep out any trace of sunlight. They weren't messing around...

This is where they put you if you misbehaved. The room is about 4 feet wide with a cell door to lock the prisoner in. In front of the cell door is a steel door to keep out any trace of sunlight. They weren’t messing around…

Not a ghost, that's my mom

Not a ghost, that’s my mom

STAY TUNED FOR AWESOME PHOTOS…………

Not sure who Chevy was trying to reach, advertising in a jail cell....

Not sure who Chevy was trying to reach, advertising in a jail cell…. ” WE MAKE FAST GET AWAY CARS?”

People have reported seeing a man standing in front of this window late at night when nobody is in the building.

I have 3 hours of voice recordings to go through, so bear with me while I go through that. Will report back with any thing I find!

IN CONCLUSION:

Would I say the place is haunted?

I think this undisclosed jail in this undisclosed location is a real interesting place when it comes to the paranormal. The energy of the building emits this sort of anxious vibe, which to me, seems pretty appropriate. The building wasn’t housing mass murderers or anything like that for long periods of time, this was a place people went when they were waiting to be transferred or tried. I’m sure many nervous people sat behind the big steel doors on the front of those tiny cells. As I am sure something of them and their energy is still there…

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Comments
  1. Fascinating! What a great opportunity.

  2. Ashtyn says:

    I would say that is really creepy and strange and i would not go to a old jail never say never

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