5/5 Christopher C. 10 months ago on Google • 119 reviews
I
came
here
on
a
whim
in
2022
and
because
of
Covid
I
was
there
entirely
by
myself.
The
woman
working
talked
at
length
about
the
jail.
What
she
didn’t
tell
me
was
what
happened
at
noon
-
that
a
melody
composed
by
Satan
himself
entices
visitors
to
their
damnation.
I
was
almost
a
victim
of
the
Prison’s
lust
for
souls,
only
barely
escaping
it’s
snare
with
my
life.
I
was
on
the
second
floor
in
one
of
the
cells,
alone
-
with
only
the
hum
of
fluorescent
lights
and
the
muffed
howl
of
the
wind
outside
breaking
through
the
silence.
I
stepped
into
a
cell
and
observed
the
spartan
conditions
that
the
inmates
endured.
The
second
I
turned
around
to
leave
the
cell,
that’s
when
it
happened.
A
disembodied
melody
began
to
play.
At
first
it
was
soft
enough
for
me
to
dismiss
it
as
maybe
a
video
playing
downstairs,
but
then
I
stepped
out
of
the
cell
and
walked
down
the
hall
a
few
steps.
The
music
felt
like
was
coming
from
above,
not
below
-
both
uncanny
and
alluring.
The
song
itself
was
difficult
to
describe
-
it
resembled
an
organ
but
muffled.
It’s
notes
upbeat,
almost
hopeful
-
but
given
the
environment,
the
juxtaposition
made
it
eerier.
After
a
few
minutes,
I
ruled
out
it
being
someone’s
phone
(
like
a
construction
worker
that
had
a
playlist
devoted
to
organ
music
)
because
it
stayed
the
same
volume,
no
matter
the
room
I
went
into.
I
stepped
towards
one
of
the
stairwells
and
thats
when
everything
changed.
The
volume
of
the
song
increased.
Now
there
seemed
to
be
a
source.
I
started
walking
toward
the
stairs
-
where
it
got
louder,
and
louder
with
each
step.
I
followed
the
music
and
could
see
an
open,
very
heavy
door
-
a
door
I
had
not
seen
when
I
had
passed
by
the
first
time.
Behind
that
door
was
a
short
hallway
with
a
wooden
floor.
The
music
definitely
coming
from
here,
but
why?
This
empty
hall
was
out
of
place,
almost
from
a
different
era
-
using
this
otherworldly
chord
of
the
damned
to
lure
me
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
Prison.
I
was
unnerved,
terrified,
but
I
had
to
see
what
was
causing
this
music
-
this
intoxicating
siren’s
call
that
had
wafted
its
way
into
my
soul.
I
stumbled
past
the
dead-eyed
statues
of
the
internees,
they’re
pale,
blank
faces
smirking
as
I
was
pulled
into
the
Prison’s
clutches.
One
step
at
a
time,
I
descended
the
stairs,
fixating
on
the
door
at
the
other
end
of
the
wooden
floor
hallway.
The
door
was
shut,
with
glass
windows
on
the
left
-
windows
with
no
bars.
The
music
was
deafening,
my
heart
racing
as
I
stepped
through
the
portal
and
onto
the
wooden
floor.
I
walked
an
eternity
in
those
ten
steps
to
the
closed
door,
the
music
blaring
its
cacophonous
anthem.
That’s
when
a
movement
outside
caught
my
eye
and
snapped
me
from
my
trance.
If
only
had
never
come
to
this
wretched
place,
if
only
I
had
kept
driving
instead
of
pulling
over
to
see
what
was
in
this
derelict
building.
The
deafening
music
hit
its
crescendo
as
I
turned
to
look
out
the
window
and
to
my
unparalleled
horror,
I
could
see
it.
The
Prison’s
most
lethal
instrument,
the
gallows.
The
Prison
wasn’t
content
to
just
torture
me,
It
wanted
me
to
die,
to
have
me
become
part
of
the
exhibit,
it’s
hangman’s
scaffold
beckoning
me
to
come
outside.
And
then,
as
abruptly
as
it
started
it
stopped…
Turns
out
the
music
was
a
church
next
door.
It
wasn’t
an
organ,
it
was
just
bells
that
sounded
weird
because
of
the
building.
Gift
shop
was
really
top-notch,
staff
was
friendly,
and
the
exhibits
were
really
professionally
made.
Total
recommend.
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