"An Empty Prison" Creepypasta

a single day added on to my sentence meant the difference between a normal jail and the unending nightmare of Pembina prison I was supposed to get 364 days that was the deal but the judge didn't like my attitude whatever the hell that meant so he made it 365 boom one year was the minimum for prison my lawyer made a stink and a half but it didn't do any good it's not his fault in fact he's the one who's going to release this statement to the press or leaked it online if the Guardian Corrections group tries to get an injunction on us people have to know what happened at Pembina prison I'm going to put it right out there and tell you that it was haunted you think I'm joking nuts or lying but you have no idea haunted prisons aren't anything like you imagine those places that advertise themselves and give people tours or sick jokes compared to the real thing it got so bad that you can actually look up GC G's official filings for chapter 11 that put them out of business on their very first prison and right there on the briefs using an early statute of North Dakota law from 1857 to file an insurance claim it says site of Pembina prison confirmed by governor's office and to 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 but leeches kept buying it and reopening it hoping to make a quick 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 large 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 it 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 3 weeks I had 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 3 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 that open old layout like they were right next to 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 4th week when I woke up in my corner without some guard banging on the bars of our cells I finally had to talk I asked one of my cellmates Dante what was going on and I'll never forget the fear in his voice as he said something that should have made us all incredibly happy the guards are all gone man the prisoners were talking quietly between the cells and loudly between the floors through various whispers and shouts but the most we could figure out was that something on the first floor had made them all quiet and protest sure must have been the crazies screaming like that during the night right except none of us could get any word from the bottom floor it was dead silent down there the guys on the second called out for hours someone was down there they said because they could hear shuffling footsteps walking around at random every so often but whoever it was never said a single word that was the first time Dante mentioned the crazy stories from the first floor he muttered that he hoped none of that was true but when I asked him about it he just shook his head nothing man none of it ever made any sense we were a little worried as the day wore on and nobody came to let us out for breakfast and then nobody came to let us out for lunch the time we usually got to spend outside in the yard came and went and people began getting restless in the cell to our left Dante's friend will began telling the guys to pass the word that we should all calm down and start sharing any food we had holed away I remember asking Dante is it really that bad they've denied meals in yard time for a day or two before he told me but the other two guys in our cell didn't look convinced one of them SATA but not like this they made damn sure we knew what we did they never just up and left before someone then handed us pieces of crusty old bread through the bars it was much appreciated the new guards didn't show up for another full day we got plenty of yard time that day from these new guys but they seemed more confused than us we all watched from a distance as we'll ask the guard about what had happened the guard shrugged I don't know gcg was paying a premium for fast hire so uh signed up what about the other prisoners on the first floor well we could hear him shuffling around down there we looked on the way out to the yard but we couldn't see anyone huh the guard frowned nobody in there they all got transferred transferred the hell's that mean it means do CR took it back return to state custody since the company couldn't handle him that made sense if the floor had been full of nut jobs then North Dakota's first local private prison company hardly had the experience to handle them but these new guys didn't even have the skills to handle us there were half as many guards as before and they didn't know the routines or who is the dangerous ones among us as a result they were distant scared and forceful all except one guy kelan kelan wasn't the first guard to treat us like human beings but by then he was the only one around he traded jokes while in the yard never hit us and looked us in the eyes when he talked he went and found some paperwork to confirm the crazies had actually been transferred but it took three months to get that info out of gcg by the time he told us he had heard back we had sort of forgotten the whole thing two nights later maybe two hours past lights-out the guys on the second floor began screaming Dante left up and fell onto one of our cellmates by accident before shouting must be a fire other guys in our row began banging on the bars and shouting for the guards but the uniforms charged past and headed downstairs without talking to us we could hear them shouting orders from down below and then yelling in confusion the prisoners screams were clear coming from the second and it sounded like they were terrified of something in particular and wanted help the sounds of gates being slammed and people running reached us after about 10 minutes of shouting and then it was silent we sat in the dark waiting and listening until morning when the new shift came in they were surprised and confused and kelan came by to ask what had happened we told him what we knew but he had shown up and found open gates in an empty second floor there was no indication what had happened but he promised to check with corporate and figure out if the EPS and prisoners had all been rapidly transferred again Dante gripped the bars and made sure kelan was looking at him please find out who the hell is walking around down there at night Kellan blinked at that I mean I'm the day shift so I don't know what I could do but what do you mean the prisoners are gone Dante told him fiercely but quietly but the guys on the third floor said they still hear someone maybe two or three someone's shuffling their feet every hour so until morning I guess I could go look right now Dante reached through the bars and grabbed his uniform something which usually warranted a beating listen do not go down there by yourself stay in the stairwell unless someone's there with you Kellan nodded fearfully it looked like he finally understood how spooked we were he waved another guard off and Dante let go but nothing more came of it for a whole season the night shift had quit and more guards got hired at an even higher pay kellen and another uniform scoped out the first two floors but found nothing Dante thought it was because they were looking during the day but he wasn't about to ask our only friend to risk himself it was maybe three months later yeah I was halfway through my sentence and I had taken up drawing so I had a pen and paper when we woke up in the middle of the night to everyone on the third floor screaming in absolute panic this time we were less scared during the event itself will offer to guard racing past five hundred bucks from his commissary account if the man would come back and tell him what was going on Dante listened intently trying to hear individual screams coming from the third floor over everyone else's shouting and confusion I wrote down any words he thought he heard what I wrote down Jesus Christ killing him God led us out coming this way we weren't as scared when it was happening because we had lived through it twice before but this time the long-term fear was much deeper now we knew for sure that it was going to happen again and any prisoners that had the means began lawyering up and doing everything they could to transfer to other prisons even if it meant worse conditions the problem was the North Dakota prison system was already overflowing which was the whole reason gcg got started in the first place so every guy that got out man it was much harder for the rest of us both of our cellmates transferred giving us more space so that was nice but it was small consolation apparently word had started to spread on the outside and gcg solution instead of paying the guards even more was to stop having a night shift at all except for just one poor guy kelan was a bit miffed that he hadn't gotten a raise out of the whole thing but he was starting to believe us that something was going on by then he had been around a while and he knew we weren't bullshitters and too many other prisoners had told them they had heard someone walking around on the first second and third floors at random during the night it was just a few steps sometimes as many as 20 but it only happened every so often and only once it had been long enough that you thought it had finally stopped for good one guy on the fourth floor said he heard a full run from one end of the third floor hallway to the other clear enough that he expected a guard to come charging up the stairwell but nobody appeared he bashed his skull on the prison walls and got transferred out on medical leave the next day so we took him seriously and that was enough to get kelan to start doing some research on the outside he came to us in the seventh month of my sentence with a pale face beside us at the bars will asked what's the word kelan seemed grim a lot of out there but this place is mentioned a lot it's been closed before but I keep getting stonewalled when I asked for the historical documents thing is I don't think the prison itself is the problem get this he pulled out a notepad for reference to Canadian priests fathers Norbert Provencher and severed Dumoulin visited Pembina in 1818 before it was even an official Township that was back when the Hudson's Bay Company was big around these parts that's how long ago it was Pam bina was the biggest town in North Dakota then so the Trading Post was full at the time so the priests chose to sleep outside where the Pembina River meets the Red River the folktale has it that the vision of a rotting woman came in the night and stole preventers life the two men bartered with her to split the remaining life between them consigning both to live only 35 more years instead of the 70s ever had left sever got an extra month and twenty days as a gift from his friend for his sacrifice kellen paused as if we might guess the obvious outcome they both died 35 years later I knew Pembina prison had a horrible problem but that didn't mean I had to believe everything let me guess a month and twenty days apart Kellan nodded dante snorted it's true man Kellan insisted the dates of death are right there on the Wikipedia but get this 35 years after 1818 made their death year 1853 the year this prison was built and the place they camped that night by the meeting of the rivers I wasn't sure what it meant but I was beginning to feel very uneasy it's here isn't it he was dead serious I think there's something here something ancient I asked a guy I know he's got Chippewa relatives over at Turtle Mountain they know the history of Red River better than anyone else he said his uncle told him never to sleep at the meeting of Red River and Pembina River he said something lives there under the ground and awakens with a changing of the seasons we were silent for a beat after that it was folktale nonsense but it was as good a theory as any whatever it was it was going to come back and it wasn't friendly we'll talk to Kellan for another few minutes but Dante was silent after he was gone I asked him what was wrong he sat on one of the now unused bunks and told me I got another five years in here and I ain't got no money for a lawyer your sentence will be up before it reaches us and I'll be here alone will it there was no way to be sure it'll be back in two months for the fourth floor and then three months after that for us I could get out a week before or a day too late it doesn't seem to be exact he simply stared at the floor what I mean is I do hope you get out before it comes oh I replied I wasn't sure what else to say after that so I just sat in my corner like I always did it wasn't too much after that that we heard gcg was going under the mad rush of transfers had pissed off the state and lost the company a vital contract for a second location and investors had pulled out or something the number of guards was cut then slashed and kelan took a pay hit to stay on as the only guard on the day shift there's only two prisoners left on the fourth floor he told the 20 of us remaining as the general week we expected it to happen approached I feel like I should stay late just to see what the hell is going on down there but the former guards I asked about it are all terrified as hell and refused to talk some even got violent just because I asked it's cool will told him you got a kid at home don't be here for it the 20 of us left on the fifth floor sat in our cells once night fell praying and listening on Monday night nothing happened the two guys down below occasionally shouted up to us that everything was clear on Tuesday night nothing happened the strain was growing though and we could sometimes hear them breathing rapidly down there I could only imagine the adrenaline rushing through them every minute until dawn on Wednesday night nothing happened yet something had changed in the air the prison was much quieter that 2,000 men had become 22 and I thought I could feel a subtle sort of heartbeat in the air pounding against reality like it was a thin sheet of paper it's just your imagination Dante whispered none of us were willing to speak any louder than that on Thursday night the heartbeat became a feeling of footsteps approaching from a great distance guys will shouted from his cell you good down there still here one responded from down below but I can feel it it's at the door it's knocking the hell's that supposed to mean but the voice from below did not respond Friday night that was the night it would happen all day the two guys on the fourth floor pulled and cleaned at their bars begging to be let out Tellem was torn after two hours of listening to that pleading he came up with an idea and transferred both of them up to our floor if nobody's on for then we'll all be safe right out loud we agreed about we were kidding ourselves when the night guard showed up he freaked and took the two men back down he said out loud what we were all thinking it if nobody's on four then it'll just come right to five and get us all what the hell was Kellan thinking we had to listen to hours of sobbing that evening it was the hardest trial of my life I wanted to call out to the night guard I wanted to ask him to get those men out of there but if I did I knew whatever was coming would find all of us in Stata the moment it happened was like a cold hand on my shoulder what's going on down there Dante shouted the man who is not sobbing called back it's it's changing will demanded what's happening tell us it's red red it's red what's red we'll yelled insistently god damn it what's red we stared down the hallway at the night guard who stood a-listening in fear the screaming began a few seconds later this time only one floor above we could clearly hear every word the sobbing prisoner shrieked there it's there the man who had been communicating with us incoherently began raging with fear against his bars then strangely he stopped the 20 of us clung to our bars unable to help unable to flee many of us cried but we were otherwise silent for to yell would be to drown out the last words of the men below but they were eerily quiet for nearly two hours we waited in strange silences random footsteps traverse the fourth floor every so often what was happening for the first time the victims of whatever was going on down below had chosen to be quiet instead of yelling for help why would that make things different at long last the sobbing man broke the silence oh my god it's coming your way shut up it'll see you distracted hit the bars the sound of clanging echoed up the stairwell the sobbing man said with terror it knows it knows Jesus Christ do something we were no longer silent we echoed that sentiment loudly and repeatedly to the guard do something he just stood there literally quaking in his boots we'll shouted at him snap out of it the other guards and prisoners got away you can't do whatever it is it won't follow you if you let them out and leave then I chimed in they're gonna die down there Dante threw his shoe and the impact finally snapped the man out of his terror the guard ran to the stairwell and descended the first thing we heard him say was a taken aback Mary Mother of Christ the sobbing man spoke again over here for God's sake please let us out the other prisoner wasn't talking for some reason we could hear his gasping terror but that too went quiet then we heard a buzzer and all the gates on force slammed loudly open the sounds of panting running and someone dragging something followed the prison went silent and just like that we were alone again the formerly crowded prison now felt terrifyingly large and empty with only 20 of us and no guards that night the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed from down below I counted time as best I could forty minutes then someone took three steps out of a cell and into the hallway an hour and six minutes someone ran ten steps along the hallway and stopped abruptly twenty-eight minutes the footsteps approach the stairwell but then turned into a cell and when silent the thing was whoever it was sounded barefoot and the starting and stopping locations did not match where they ended was often nowhere near where they began by the time Dawn came we were scared into motionless terrified silence and it took Kellan's arrival for us to begin stirring again with the gcg in Bankruptcy Court we no longer had a night guard at all if it came for us there would be nobody to let us out of our cells like everyone else we hardly talked hardly ate each passing day was a grain of sand falling through an hourglass and marking our executions our fellows began confessing to crimes they hadn't even committed just to get transferred to Supermax out of state the only option left well that and the other option one by one kellen escorted or dragged guys out of our floor 20 became 15 then 10 then it was just me and Dante with will still in the cell to our left the three of us and kelan four men awaiting doom we sat playing card games in the weeks leading up to it it would be one full year for me in that place but I could swear I had spent a lifetime in that cell I couldn't think couldn't remember life before couldn't imagine surviving after every day I prayed for a transfer to come in but North Dakota had gotten sick of our and the judges had stopped hearing cases from and being a prison they didn't know there were only three of us left nobody knew we contacted the media we phoned the governor's office we made a ruckus that was probably worse than nobody knowing because it turned out nobody cared also there was nobody higher up at gcg following the situation and kelan can get anybody on the phone payroll meaning just his paycheck was being handled by a third party disbursement company that couldn't answer any questions about ongoing proceedings the week approached on Monday night nothing happened we were like statues in ourselves alone waiting for a sign of the executioner's approach when Dawn came we sighed and began moving again Dante asked you get out Friday I nodded if things went like the day before I would be released the day of as long as I left before sundown I would be alright on Tuesday night nothing happened - four - just one more just one more day i sat through that darkness until no the feeling of the prison had changed around us a subtle harpy began to pulse against our faces and ears and eyes it had come a day earlier in the week than last time that morning we'll patted my arm as we both leaned out of the bars sorry Nana Dante just shook his head angrily I wasn't going to get out in time and Wednesday night the harpy became the sound of footsteps approaching from some unfathomable distance I think I stood at the bars of our cell that entire day fingers wrapped around metal with force to match the tension in the air and in our minds this couldn't happen this wouldn't happen my lawyer would walk in and tell me that he had gotten the judges unfair edition of an extra day removed one day one goddamn day even if I had spent the whole year in this prison one day still meant life or death let me out let me the hell out for God's sake but nobody cared and nobody would listen I'd like to tell you that Kellan stay too late that night I'd like to tell you that when the entire floor began to glow red the hallway the cells the stone itself as whatever ungodly abomination in the earth began to wake upon the changing of the season as distant footsteps became a traveler at the door of our minds I'd like to tell you that Kellan was there and hit the button and opened the gates to let us all out I'd like to tell you that I didn't see anything and that I'm not permanently a broken man I didn't clawed the walls of my cell as it slowly approached moving a few steps every 20 to 70 minutes I'd like to tell you that all three of us were able to run away and escape that horror upon reality with its rotting hands and blind eyes radiating crimson light as it searched for us at random but I can't give you a satisfying end of the story the dispersment company fired Kellan and changed the locks on the property according to their paperwork all the prisoners had been moved and they thought he had been getting paid for guarding an empty prison they left us in there for 11 days before the was found which meant 11 nights with that thing for 11 days we starved for 11 nights we sat absolutely still not daring to move or breathe or even look left or right it knew where we were generally it stood right outside of our cells for hours and sometimes walked right through the bars and grasped at the beds around us daring us to make even the slightest motion when you've spent six hours staring into the blind crimson eyes of a rotting demon unable to blink your eyes for fear that it will hear the air your lashes and move when you've seen what it's seen the worlds it has a walk reflected in hellish radda will you understand but no one cares I'd like to tell you that I wasn't traumatized by the hell I went through being left to rot and left to die is nothing more than a number on some corporations books but no one cares [Music]

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Length: 28min 38sec (1718 seconds)

Published: Sat Jan 20 2018