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| | | The Jail: Incarcerated Full-Body Spirits |
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 | The institution I work at is in Fort Worth, Texas and was originally a United States Public Health Service insane asylum and drug detox hospital for the military and merchant marine.
Work began on it in 1935 and it was completed in 1937. I know a few of the old PHS staff who used to work there as early as the 1960's, and from what they've told me, it was a shop of horrors! The surgeons would perform electro-shock therapy, lobotomies and experimental surgery (cutting people open and seeing what they could find). Not a vacation spot to say the least. The Federal Bureau of Prisons took over the facility in 1971, and soon found various old 8mm film of many of the aforementioned proceedures being conducted. They also found several fluid-filled jars containing brains, hearts, eyeballs, etc. Sounds like a Frankenstein movie, doesn't it?
About three years ago, I was working the midnight to 8 a.m. shift in our prison hospital. On one particular night, I had just relieved the evening watch officer and was walking to my office to get ready for the first count of the shift. I hadn't even made it to my office when I saw an inmate walking down the hall past the nurse's station toward the elevator. Most of the inmates know they need to be out of the t.v. rooms by midnight and to be back in their assigned hospital rooms by that time to prepare for count. I told the inmate, "Hey, its count time. Go back to your room." The inmate continued to walk away from me, and went around the other side of the nurse's station. I knew he wasn't going to his room, because we were not using the rooms on that side of the hospital. I said, "Oh, hell no, you're not gonna walk away from me!", so I went around the other side of the nurse's station to cut him off.
When I got around there, he was gone.
I searched all the rooms on that side of the hospital, the t.v. rooms and even went upstairs on the elevator to see if he'd tried to go upstairs. I couldn't find him. I finally decided that maybe he'd gone back to his room, so I got the nurse and we began our count.
We counted the inmates and all of them were where they were supposed to be. I noticed that not one of them matched the inmate I saw on the other side of the hospital, so I checked the photo's of all the inmates assigned there, and again none of them matched the inmate I saw. I described the inmate to the nurse. I told her he was about 5'10", 170 lbs with medium-length, dark hair. I never saw his face because he was walking away from me, but his skin tone made him appear to be hispanic, but he could have been white. She looked at me with wide eyes and said, "That was Inmate Hernandez, he died about two months ago!"
About four years ago I was working the 4 p.m. to Midnight shift, what we call Evening Watch. I was working in the Special Housing Unit (SHU), where we house inmates who are being punished for violating the prison's rules, those who need protective custody and inmates who are mentally disturbed and are waiting to be transfered to Springfield, MO. (the Federal version of a state mental hospital).
Anyway, it was about 10:30 p.m. and an officer we'll call "Billy" and myself had just finished making the shower run for the inmates. Billy walked over to the visiting room to buy a Coke out of the machine just a few yards from the SHU and I decided to take a short break (about 30 or 40 seconds) to take a bite of my sandwhich before taking the restraints (handcuffs, leg-irons and belly-chains) back to the locked cage where we store them.
I had shut the door that led to that cage, but had not locked it because I was going right back there in just a few minutes. Anyhow, I looked up and saw an inmate standing at the end of the range (a hallway is called a range in a prison). He was standing in the doorway with the heavy steel door slightly open and he was just looking around, "checking everything out". I thought it was an inmate who had somehow gotten out of his cell, so I yelled at him, "Hey, what are you doing?!". He looked RIGHT AT ME and backed out of the doorway and closed the door . . . he freakin' CLOSED THE DOOR!!!
I got on the phone and called the control picket officer who controls all of the cells in that building. I asked if he had opened any of the cells, but he said he had not. I asked where Billy was, and he told me he was walking back to the SHU. I told him, "Tell him to get his a$$ back in here, 'cause we have an inmate out of his cell!!!" Billy came running back into the SHU and I ran down the range and kicked the closed door open. It flew open with a loud "BANG!!!" and all the other inmates came running to their cell windows to see what the comotion was. I got to the area where our restraints cage was located, but there was no one there. I raidoed the control picket to check every camera and Billy and I raced upstairs. At the time, we weren't using the second floor to house inmates, but we checked it anyway, because that's the only place the inmate could have gone. We couldn't find him. We came back downstairs and conducted an emergency count to the inmates in their cells, but EVERYONE was accounted for! We went back upstairs and checked again.
Again we found nothing, so we counted the inmates again. Again, they were all accounted for, so I pulled out our bed book, which has the photo of every inmate assigned to that area and checked the photo to every inmate in the SHU. Again, every inmate was accounted for.
I called the control picket officer again and asked if he caught any of what I saw on video. He checked, but found nothing. By this time all the inmates were behaving very upset. Many of them were on their knees praying, some were walking in circles inside their cells, rubbing their heads, as if not being able to comprehend what had just happened and some were actually crying and bawling. One was an old mafia hit man who was REALLY freaking out. He took out his pencil and started drawing crosses all over his cell's walls. He kept screaming out, "No, no, no!" Could it have been the spirit of one of his past victims?
Anyway, I phoned the shift lieutenant and told him what happened. He just calmly said, "Well, those kinds of things happen here." I replied, "You're telling me!" I asked if I should make a written report about what happened, but he said, "Not unless you want to be under investigation by the "shrinks" and placed on home-duty for a while. They may even decide to find you unfit for duty because they don't believe in ghosts or hauntings." This particular lieutenant has had numerous haunting incidents happen to him, so I know he understood what I was telling him.
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