Cellblock Four

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"Ryan!" I yelled, running towards the sound.

As I entered the other cell, I saw Ryan standing there covering his ears with his hands. His face was sweaty and he had his eyes clenched shut.

"Are you ok? What happened?" I asked rushing over to him.

"Shane..." he panted, out of breath. "I- I swear I heard something... my name! Someone said my name!" I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a worried look.

"That was probably me. I was talking to the ghosts." I hesitated before continuing "I was telling them to scare you." I lied, deciding not to tell him what I'd really said about him while I was all alone.

He shook his head. "It- it wasn't you. Whoever it was... they whispered in my ear. They whispered my name."

I looked around. It was clear that whoever was here with us, had ignored my pleas.

Forcing out a fake laugh, I looked back at Ryan.

"That's bullcrap!" I said. "How would the ghosts know your name?"

"I don't know! They're ghosts! They know everything!" He said and then gave me a puzzled look. "Did you actually tell them to scare me?" He asked, his bottom lip quivering.

"No. I didn't. I asked them for a cheeseburger." I joked, wondering if Ryan had caught on to the fact that I had begun to believe in the ghosts around us. "Let's just go get ready to sleep."

I took my hand off his arm, noticing before I did so that he had stopped shivering slightly. Then the two of us walked side by side down the hallway towards our next destination.

"Cellblock four..." Ryan muttered as we approached it.

"The most haunted part of this whole building." I added, fighting hard to keep my voice steady. As uneasy as I felt, I had to remain calm. I had to hide my fear from Ryan.

We walked together past the cells. Each one looking exactly the same as the rest. Finally we came to a stop in front of one near the end.

"This is it." Ryan said uneasily. "This is the place."

I thought back to what he had said previously. The section of commentary that, when edited into the latest episode, would be played just before we got ourselves ready to spend the night.

"One of the most legendary tales comes from Gary Johnson, who helps maintain the crumbling old locks at the prison. In the early 1990s, he had just opened an old lock in Cellblock 4 when he says a force gripped him so tightly that he was unable to move. He described a negative, horrible energy that exploded out of the cell. He said tormented faces appeared on the cell walls and that one form in particular beckoned to him." Ryan had said.

As we made our way into the cell, I fought back a shiver and sat down on the old crumbling bed. Ryan, following my example, sat on a rotting wooden stool.

"Well... I guess we'll be staying here tonight. Do you wanna sleep on the bed?" I asked.

"Sleep in a bed that a ghost inmate once slept in? Sure, I'd love to!" Ryan replied sarcastically.

"Well if you're not gonna, I will. We've got a bed, might as well put it to good use." I said, already pulling out my sleeping bag and laying it over the old sheets. Then I crawled in and pulled out my phone. As, Ryan laid out his sleeping bag on the floor below me, I posted a picture to Instagram, captioning it "Hope we don't die tonight!" which was only partially a joke.

A few minutes later, after we were both settled in, I aimed my flashlight down at Ryan.

"Well goodnight." I said.

"Goodnight..." he replied, sounding terrified.

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"One of the most legendary tales comes from Gary Johnson, who helps maintain the crumbling old locks at the prison. In the early 1990s, he had just opened an old lock in Cellblock 4 when he says a force gripped him so tightly that he was unable to move. He described a negative, horrible energy that exploded out of the cell. He said tormented faces appeared on the cell walls and that one form in particular beckoned to him."
This paragraph actually comes from an article by Laurel Dalrymple. It can be found here: http://www.npr.org/2013/10/24/232234570/is-eastern-state-penitentiary-really-haunted