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Site of Pembina prison confirmed by governor's office and two notary publics witnessing in person to be afflicted by the supernatural such that continued business is impossible.

It wasn't the first time the prison was closed for that reason either.

The leeches kept buying it and reopening it, hoping to make a buck off the common man.

and I was shoved into that hellhole without knowing the history even a single bit.

Don't get me wrong, the building itself wasn't so bad, especially for something straight out of 1853.

It was a big stone cube that was squat, heavy, and cramped, but way less sealed off than modern prisons.

We could see a lot of the cells around us.

There was only one main hallway per floor, and we were close enough to pass things between the bars and have some real human interaction.

Could have been worse.

There were five floors and capacity for 500 prisoners.

When I first got there, I had a bunch of cellmates, and I heard there were 2,000 guys locked up.

And I believed it, but that soon changed.

I didn't talk to anyone for the first three weeks.

Never been to real prison before, and I was messed up over it.

I didn't want to accept that I would be in that place and stuck with three other guys in my cell for an entire year.

The whole prison seemed full of feral men.

The bottom floor would start screaming and hollering and panicking in the middle of the night all at once.

We were on the top floor, but we could hear their screams echoing through the open old layout like they were right there with us.

I just thought the prisoners on the bottom floor were all nuts until the guards weren't there to wake us up the first day of my fourth week.

When I woke up in my corner without some asshole guard banging on the bars of our cell, I finally had to talk.