Page 7 of The Penitentiary
“This is all in cellblock twelve?” Madi verified, and Harry nodded.
“In cellblock four, ghostly faces of the tormented have been seen. The rumours state they beckon you over to get a closer look. How faces beckon, I don’t know, so maybe a debunk there? Unidentified sounds have also been heard there.”
“I’m aware of an encounter that happened with a locksmith. He claims an invisible force overpowered him, and he sensed someone lurking. But he doesn’t state how he was overcome. Was it physical, emotional, or mental?
“He claimed that there was negative energy coming from a cell, and he saw faces. However, the locksmith described them as having agony written on them, not beckoning. He also claimed a man jumped at him before disappearing,” Callie said.
“Yeah, I have the account here. In cellblock six, shadowy figures shadow you around. Once attached, they will follow you anywhere in the penitentiary. Other cellblocks have reports of people being scratched and shoved. One man claimed he was bitten, and several women have stated they were groped.
“Items have been recorded moving on their own, and I’ve handed Phil the footage to examine to see if we can debunk this. The usual whispering, weeping, laughing, and screaming have also been heard. The women’s wing makes a lot of men uncomfortable, and they say the air feels oppressive, while women are fine in there. One man even claimed he was groped. When his wife objected, they stopped.”
“Is that everything?” I asked.
“No. This is where it gets interesting. A ghost hunter in cellblock eight mentioned he didn’t believe in ghosts. A multitude of cell doors slamming shut chased him from the block. Someone else reported being followed home after daring a spirit, too. And some fool used an Ouija board, and there are reports of a demonic entity now,” Harry announced and sat back.
“Anything else?” I asked sarcastically, and Harry shook his head.
“Well, damn!” Levi said. We exchanged glances, and I could read his mind. We were in complete agreement. This was going to be one hell of a doozy! Trust Callie to book something like this.
“Okay, so let’s get on with the plan, which section we’ll investigate first, and obviously, the set-up will follow that,” Callie said.
“Cellblock eight,” Jack declared, and Freddie nodded.
“Twelve,” Madisen and Phil both announced.
“Levi?” I asked.
“How about none?” Levi wondered and received scowls in return. “Honestly, they all seem as bad as each other. I’ve no preference.”
“Same here,” I drawled, and Callie scowled.
“I think four,” Harry mused.
“You want to know how faces beckon,” Madi teased, and Harry agreed.
“Callie, you’ve got the deciding vote,” I informed her, and Callie bit her lip.
“Despite the level of haunting throughout the prison, there is one focal point which seems very strong,” Callie said.
“Cellblock eight,” I guessed, and Callie nodded.
“Twelve is second, then four, followed by six,” Callie decided. We hashed out the remaining cellblocks in order and then began deciding where we wanted the cameras to be placed. Wehad a variety of different styles, such as motion sensors, static recording, and ones that moved slowly to capture things a static one might miss. They all had one thing in common: night vision.
I sat back as the geeks, aka Phil, Harry, and Freddie, argued about where to place each. When they finally agreed, Freddie marked them down, so we all remembered.
“What next?” Madi asked.
“Now we get a coffee, and Freddie will show us what delights she has in store for us. This is a new season we’re filming, and Freddie always has new toys!” Callie grinned.
I rolled my eyes. I’d still not forgiven Freddie for the end of last season. She claimed she’d made an X-ray camera and chased me all over the damn place, claiming it removed my clothes! Bitch! From the expression on Callie’s face, she’d soon tell Levi and Madi.
Levi
“How the hell did we get this cellblock?” I complained. Sunny appeared not to be happy either, although Phil didn’t seem to care.
Time had flown by, and everything had easily enthralled Madi. She had helped Freddie test every piece of equipment and had been glowing by the time they finished.
“Two big burly bikers shitting themselves?” Phil asked with amusement.
