Hi Lisa,


First, I would not mind if you added my story to the site (as long as my real name is not on it, but
my email address is fine to post). I do not mind sharing this experience to people who are interested
in this sort of phenomenon. And thank you so much for the information. I came out of this experience
a little different (in my mind set) than the way I went in. I am more open and definitely a believer.

You definitely answered many of my questions. When we went to the prison, I really was not a skeptic
or a believer - but I came out with a confirmation (even for the most hardened of skeptics) that there
is no doubt that energy remains. I truly believe that there are many lost souls there and the violence
and oppression of this location is trapped amongst its heavy, stone walls. Again, I am a psych major
and rely on scientific fact and the belief that the most simple explanation is the most logical.
But I cannot explain what happened that night. I would like to give you the more detailed description
of the events that happened to my friend and I that night. All of these events happened, they were as
real as anything I have known and I will be forever changed by this event.

When we first drove up to the building (we got lost on the way down) and I saw this awesome building,
completely void of any light, I was overwhelmed. I was anxious immediately and as I said before,
the second we walked in, you could feel the sadness. I mean, it really does hit you right then and
there and is tangible.

So, we signed in and (we were like the last people to arrive due to being lost) were taken on the tour.
We started in the wardens quarters and it seemed fascinating but I really did not feel "spooky"
(it was only about 9:45-10:00 pm), it just seemed old and historic, so I was like "see, this is not
so bad". So we were going up and down stairs, but I remember this vividly. We had just walked down
the West cell block and were going down some stairs by the bull pen (I think we were headed towards
a basement and/or shower area). The guide was first, I was second, and Kelly was third. We reached
one of the landings and were rounding the corner to proceed down the last flight of stairs (a long row
of cells down the west block was behind us). I turned to say something to Kelly and I saw (I cannot
believe I am telling this to someone) but it was a very tall, solid black figure. It was skinny - almost
like a pole? Anyway, it looked like it was opening up wings or expanding its arms I guess? at that
split second that I was turning to face her, she saw this thing (whatever it was) out of the corner of
her eye. When we both turned around to face it, it was completely gone. So we asked the guide "what
the hell was that"?!! and he was sooo unaffected by it. He just said "Oh, they love to mess with you".
This all happened in like a split second too - I was like okay, what have we gotten ourselves in to?!!
You were right about the hole, I mean it is creepy down there but there are so many people by the hole
(taking pictures and video) that you don't really feel anything too spooky.

So we ended the tour and the guide said "okay, you are on you own - have fun". We were back in the lobby
and went back up to the warden's quarters. As soon as we entered that room, I looked to my left and
y'know how if someone walks by a room and you just see their leg extended? It was like I had just
missed the person walking by and saw there leg. Anyhow, I peeked down the hall and the direction the
person was headed for was a window. I mean, this person just walked by and there was NO ONE there.
Creepy, right?

The worst section of the prison is definitely the west cell block. We started to walk down the 5th tier
of the block and it totally felt like there were people inside the cells just watching us walk by. About
half way down, we smelled the most funky smell that is so hard to describe. It was a sour smell that
burned both of our noses and our eye's started to tear. Kelly asked first, "do you smell that" and I
agreed that I did. Our throats also started to burn and she and I started to cough. By the time we
reached the end of the row, it was gone and we could not smell anything.
Now, we were the only ones in the west cell block (everyone is camped out at the hole) at that time and
we stopped at the last cell to take a picture. Kelly had a Pepsi can that was empty. So she decided to
leave there in the cell, then we rounded the corner to go up the block on the other side. The can fell.
We were too scared to go back and look, we just heard the sound of it clanging on the floor. Like if
you would kick a can on the ground, that is what it sounded like.
So, nothing else really happened for the next hour. We took some breaks outside because (as you know),
you feel emotionally drained by this place. On our break is when we met the old man that used to be a
guard. He had told us the story about the inmate who had his throat cut. He said that there was in
an inmate in the barber shop who owed another inmate money. When he was confronted by the guy, he blew
him off about the money. So the inmate picked up a straight razor when the barber's back was turned
and cut the guys throat and he bled out in minutes. So Kelly and I wanted to get the photo of the old
barber shop. The man led us down there (it is the room that is filled with about 50 old commodes).
So he led us there and LEFT us. We stood for a second in silence and just stood there looking at it
in the dark. I took some pictures (that is the one I told you about that had all of the transparent
circles). So after I took my picture, we were standing there and heard whispering. I could not make
out what was being said and I assumed that there were people on the other side. So casually we started
to walk towards the way we had come down (as you know these are long, long halls). We had 5 tiers of
cells on one side of us and a wall on the other (so you can picture, we are on the ground floor with a
hundred empty cells on one side and a solid stone wall on the other). All you could hear was the old
paint chippings crunching under our feet. Then it felt like someone turned on fans in front of an air
conditioner! I mean the air was blowing out of the ground floor cell blocks, you could FEEL it - imagine
putting your hand in front of a fan that is in front of an air conditioner, how icy it is. That is when
the hair on my whole body stood on end. Kelly and I did not have to speak to each other, we just started
walking faster. Again, all you could hear is the paint crunching under our feet. The way out seemed so
far away too. Anyway, that is when I felt something coming up fast behind us. Again, it was like if you
were standing there with your eyes closed and a person started to run full force up behind you, even though
you could not see them - you sense what they are doing?

But it felt bad, it felt like "I am going to get you" - it felt dangerous. That is when Kelly and I grabbed
each others hand and started to run because whatever this feeling, sensation, and or ghost this was - it
was chasing it out of it's area. It wanted to "get us". As I am writing this, I still feel the effects of
that ominous, angry, evil sensation - I will never forget it. We immediately went outside and were white
as a sheet (many of them found the experience too intense and left, some were crying. Note: We went on
the first hunt of the year and it was Friday, April 13th 2001 and close to 3 am. We were told that 3 am
is when things get really freaky). Kelly and I did not want to go back down there alone, so a few of the
employees that worked there said to come and join them for a while. We did feel more comfortable and we
noticed many warm spots. The overall temp in the prison was about 35 degrees but some of the cells were
recorded on our thermometer at 80 degrees.

We left shortly after that, it was a very intense and draining experience. I am glad that I went and would
be willing to do it again but with a few more people this time. If people do read about my experience there,
please note that this is not a joke. When you are there, you cannot run around shouting "boo". This site is
a place of some horrible tragedy, executions, and murder. We were told by many staff members that there have
been occasions where people were scratched, hair was pulled, growling was heard, or someone would blow on the
back of their neck. But not everything was bad, there was that incident where we were on the tour and I had
already complained to my friend that my back-pack was too heavy (I had a lot of batteries) and we were on the
stairs. Right after I said that it felt like someone was holding my pack from below to lighten the load.
It felt friendly and like someone was trying to help me out. So if anyone decides to travel to the MRPS and
join the ghost hunt, just use caution and be safe, you will have an amazing time. I would be happy to send you
some photos (especially the one's with the orbs!). I do not have a scanner though so if you could give me a
mailing address for MAJDA, I would be happy to send some to you. You are more than welcome to post anything
else that I have written, you could cut and paste the paragraphs on to the site from this email (if you wanted to).

I hope to hear from you and your staff in the future and I am seriously thinking about returning to the MRPS
this year for another hunt. Also, you site is great - you have all done a wonderful job and I have added it
to my favorites (although every time I visit your site, I have to sleep with the lights on - seriously)!!

Thanks again

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