What a magnificent sight as we drove up to this grand exterior. However, the exterior is very misleading to what lies just beyond the façade. Prior to the construction of the reformatory the land was occupied by 4,000 Civil War troops readying themselves for battle. It was not until 1886 that the cornerstones were laid on the site for the purpose of housing criminals.
As we entered the massive structure seeing the deterioration surrounding us. The peeling paint flaking from the walls, the dust layering the area. With the overbearing bars encasing the area in which we were to pass through leading to the cell blocks.
The energy of the reformatory seemed to be very heavy. The imagination that I had could not ever imagine a life of imprisonment. But as I passed by these cells, I can recall a past prisoner up on the third floor in the corner cell communicating with me. It’s like an imprint in my mind and I can remember him trying to convince me “I didn’t do it, I’m innocent”. He kept repeating this to me.
The picture below, if you look closely to the orb on the right, you may just notice the face in the orb. This cell was not on the third level, but the first.
As early as my young childhood I remember always being curious about the supernatural, paranormal, and mysticism in general. I seemed to be drawn with curiosity about the unseen, or what one would term as the occult.