I was in B Division, it was haunted. They had to get electricians come in to see why the light switches would flick up and down by themselves. The night staff hated working there. My cell had a stainless steel toilet bowl in the corner with no lid (terrible in winter), it would flush from a tap being turned on above it, this was also where we got our drinking water (yep. A tap, above the dunny bowl)! Anyway it would turn on by itself in the middle of the night at full flow and from what i could tell there were no existing leaks even small ones so the washer was fine. We would also get footsteps clear as day on the walkways at night but there were no people (we could see 5 or 6 cells in each direction by laying on the floor and looking out the gap in the bottom which was surprisingly big). They were disembodied footsteps. Pentridge is completely haunted, it had a lot of nicknames like,"Bluestone college". Her majesties hotel", and my favorite and most fitting, "The belly of the beast"
i was locked up in this prison on my 18th birthday. Guess what they locked me up for? non payment of parking fines. I was a troubled young man with a good heart, from a bad (adoptive) family of alcoholics. But look what they did to me. On day one in D division i was hosed down and de-liced, and sent to the remand yard with hardened criminals twice my age. I was small, skinny, undernourished, blond. Two men, aged about 35-40 approached me as i sat on a bench near the gate, thinking i might be safer near the gate. They stood over me and demanded my shoes. They weren't anything special, not even new. This was the remand yard, i had not been given whatever prison clothes i was supposed to have. I just said, no, your not getting my shoes (i was smart enough to stand my ground because i knew these shoes were a test of my character to fight back, next it would have been forced sexual shit in the wall in front of the loo). They walked away, the cowards. Later in the lunch line snaking from the remand yard towards the mess area someone whispered in my ear, "they are going to stab you in the breakfast line in the morning, be careful. I didn't turn around to see who it was but wondered what i could against a shive, i thought this might be the end for me. I hated them. All i seen in here was scum of the earth. I hated the government for this outrage. at 5am guards came and took me to the YOGS (young offenders group). As if i really was an offender hey. I escaped my death sentence by the cowardly scumbags but i never got over this injustice by big gov. I never had a criminal past in all this years. I had a good heart that was almost silenced.
I was in B Division, it was haunted. They had to get electricians come in to see why the light switches would flick up and down by themselves. The night staff hated working there.
My cell had a stainless steel toilet bowl in the corner with no lid (terrible in winter), it would flush from a tap being turned on above it, this was also where we got our drinking water (yep. A tap, above the dunny bowl)! Anyway it would turn on by itself in the middle of the night at full flow and from what i could tell there were no existing leaks even small ones so the washer was fine. We would also get footsteps clear as day on the walkways at night but there were no people (we could see 5 or 6 cells in each direction by laying on the floor and looking out the gap in the bottom which was surprisingly big). They were disembodied footsteps.
Pentridge is completely haunted, it had a lot of nicknames like,"Bluestone college". Her majesties hotel", and my favorite and most fitting, "The belly of the beast"
Oh wow. Definitely fitting for that name! Thank you for sharing this amazing story! 🖤
My older brother was one of the 5 that died in the fire there.
i was locked up in this prison on my 18th birthday. Guess what they locked me up for? non payment of parking fines. I was a troubled young man with a good heart, from a bad (adoptive) family of alcoholics. But look what they did to me. On day one in D division i was hosed down and de-liced, and sent to the remand yard with hardened criminals twice my age. I was small, skinny, undernourished, blond. Two men, aged about 35-40 approached me as i sat on a bench near the gate, thinking i might be safer near the gate. They stood over me and demanded my shoes. They weren't anything special, not even new. This was the remand yard, i had not been given whatever prison clothes i was supposed to have. I just said, no, your not getting my shoes (i was smart enough to stand my ground because i knew these shoes were a test of my character to fight back, next it would have been forced sexual shit in the wall in front of the loo).
They walked away, the cowards. Later in the lunch line snaking from the remand yard towards the mess area someone whispered in my ear, "they are going to stab you in the breakfast line in the morning, be careful. I didn't turn around to see who it was but wondered what i could against a shive, i thought this might be the end for me. I hated them. All i seen in here was scum of the earth. I hated the government for this outrage.
at 5am guards came and took me to the YOGS (young offenders group). As if i really was an offender hey. I escaped my death sentence by the cowardly scumbags but i never got over this injustice by big gov. I never had a criminal past in all this years. I had a good heart that was almost silenced.
We are so sorry to hear that, sounds horrific.
God bless Chopper Read.
Listen to youse all whine.😂😂 Its only the living you have to fear