Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
I have to apologize for not posting on Monday as promised. Sleep deprivation took its toll on me and yesterday was rather unproductive. Today I am back in the swing of things and although I am behind on almost everything on my to do list, I feel the need to satisfy your curiosity about the trip as promised. This will be posted in four parts. First, I will begin by giving you a detailed account of my experience. The second post will consist of a EVPs. The third will feature the photographs. The fourth and final post will consist of my advice to you should you decide to make this trip. Just a few practical things I learned. (I want to mention that the interior photographs that I will post here are taken with my Nikon D50 and although they appear to be taken in a bright environment the conditions were pitch black. There is no electricity and the only light we had were a couple of head lamps and our flashes.) With that said, on to the hunt.

LaMishia, Stacey and I arrived at West Virginia Penitentiary right around 7:30 in the evening. My initial reaction was one of surprise. Although I has seen pictures of the structure online, I was not fully prepared for how awe struck I would be. The facility has a very imposing gothic look and one feels very small standing in its shadow. I will say that although the facility is quite large, the online photos make it appear that the wings extend forever. Trust me they do come to an end and it is not quite as long as the photos would make it appear. The second thing that struck me was the neighborhood in which the penitentiary sits. Directly across from the new admin building is a row of homes that face the prison walls. Parking was limited so we ended up parking in front of the houses. At 7:30 there were already quite a number of people forming a line in front of the gates. We estimated that there were at least fifty already with cars still pulling up. We were somewhat disappointed as we were hoping for a small group.
We gathered our stuff together and made our way to the back of the line. By this time the line was moving inside the entry gates and into the building. Each person had to present their confirmation paper (they didn’t actually look at them) and pick up their name tag at the front desk. This process took a good forty-five minutes to get everyone inside and settled down inside the lobby area. There were eighty-six of us.
The lobby is small and crowded. To your left is the check-in counter that doubles as a place to purchase a T-shirt, button, ball cap or video. No postcards! To your right is a big caged in guard unit that oversees the lobby as well as an area behind it where the prisoners would sit during visitations. A small hallway to your left is lined with stools. Visitors sat on the stools and looked at their loved ones through a small rectangular piece of glass. The visitor area in the old admin building also had slats to speak through but this area was at one time equipped with phones.
We were greeted by a gentleman who said he was a ghost hunter associated with groups such as TAPS and also said that he would be appearing on a new ghost hunting series to air this fall. After a short speech which I had trouble hearing from the visitors hallway, we were split into two groups for our 90 minute tour. The first group (those standing in the front) took their tour with a young woman who was familiar with the history of the penitentiary. My group (those of standing in the back) had to wait about twenty minutes before our tour could begin. We were guided by the ghost hunter. He was an interesting fellow and I enjoyed his stories and anecdotes but he lacked information regarding the history of the penitentiary itself. Fortunately, I did some research prior to the trip so I had some background information already. I did catch one major error in his time line which then made me question some of the other information he provided. He told us about a few ghosts or entities that are said to frequent the place that we should be on the lookout for: a little girl in a window, an prison snitch that was brutally butchered by other inmates, a lifer who was responsible for many of the murals painted on the walls throughout the prison. We were also told to revisit the Sugar Shack when we ventured out on our own as this was a hot spot of activity.

Our tour went well beyond the 90 minutes but it was a nice way to start the evening and get a acclimated to our surroundings. Halfway through the tour, Stacey, the expert among us, said that she had felt nothing so far (she picks up on these things) and she was not feeling like it would be a very productive night. Just an old building with an interesting history. I’m fine with that. Give me an old abandoned building with a story to tell and I’m happy. But then all that changed when we arrived in the cafeteria for those in solitary on North Block. All I was feeling by then was pity and disgust as we had just had our first glimpse of the cells. At the time the penitentiary closed the 5×7 living quarters probably only housed a single prisoner but at one time when overcrowding was a problem up to three inmates would share that tiny space. Three levels of cots on one wall, a tiny toilet and a sink. No window. Those in solitary spent 23 hours a day in that room. Many spent the time writing and drawing on the walls. At this point, I am beginning to have mixed emotions and a realization that although I came for a ghost hunt I really need to take a moment to think about where I am. These were real people. Maybe not good people but human beings all the same. This is not a nice place. It is cold, dirty, damp and dark. Although it is rapidly deteriorating caused by neglect and lack of maintenance, the conditions could not have been much better thirteen years ago when it was still in operation. Do I sound like I feel sorry for the inmates? They were very bad people who did very bad things. I knew someone who was brutally murdered. I do not feel pity for those who commit violent crimes. They need to be punished. With that said, I do know that if any of them ever had the chance to leave and reenter society, this place did nothing to help them become better people. It was most certainly a place intended for incarceration and execution, not rehabilitation and many of them died here. Including the ninety-four men executed for their crimes, it is said that there were a total of 998 deaths within these walls. Self-defense, attempted escapees shot on sight, malaria, suicide and murder are among the causes of death. If you believe that tortured souls or very bad men come back in the afterlife as ghosts to haunt the places of their demise, then you can be sure this is a good place to find them.

The cafeteria area is framed in with chain link fencing on a steel grid frame, a concrete floor with chain link walls and ceiling surrounded on all sides by guard units. Six tables where six inmates ate while six others waited chained to steel poles. This is where the Stacey began to feel uneasy. She said that she felt poked and that her hair was being pulled. She was glad to leave and we had to do some convincing later in the evening to get her to come back in.

Following the tour we were led back to the lobby and “treated” to two slices of pizza and a soda. We enjoyed ours sitting on a stool in the visitors hallway. Finally just before midnight we struck out on our own. I think I already mentioned the darkness of this place but I am sure I failed to mention the cold. It is chilly in here! I heard it was supposed to get down to 35 outside and at times it was warmer out there. I can’t remember if we went to visit the cells in South Block first or if we decided to go to the Sugar Shack. The cells on South Block were very similar to those on North. These lacked all the chain link mazes and ceilings. They housed the petty criminals and at one time the women. They were an impressive sight however as they are four stories high and just what I imagined they would look like. No eerie feelings here and no sounds or moving objects to deal with. The Sugar Shack was a bit different. For those of you unfamiliar with what the Sugar Shack was I will give you a brief delicate description and you can take it from there. Basically, the Sugar Shack is a small area in the basement of South Block. Entry is gained through the South Yard via a small white building attached to the main facility. It was a “rec room” of sorts where the inmates were allowed to go “play games” unsupervised. Okay, I will leave you to your imaginations. They did have pool tables and ping pong and they were allowed to paint on the walls and support columns. We did our first recordings in the Sugar Shack. I am listening to them now as I write this entry so if anything interesting comes up I will let you know. For those of you unfamiliar with these types of recordings what were are hoping to get is an EVP, Electronic Voice Phenomenon. Basically the ghost hunter talks to whatever ghosts might be present in the room and on playback we hope to hear a response.

At the end of the Sugar Shack is a small doorway that leads through a maze of rooms and hallways that are used for the Dungeon of Horror tours. So in addition to the general spookiness you have to deal with the props around every corner. I have to say that I did feel the most unease of the night entering the Sugar Shack and then walking through the maze. My chest was tight, I was a bit shaky and really didn’t want to be in there. As we made our way back out I felt better in waves. Just an overall feeling of relief as we left the Sugar Shack.

Much of the night was spent exploring the grounds of the facility both inside and out. A basketball court now sits where the Death House once stood. I took several pictures in this area that appeared to have some unexplained shadows and orbs. When I loaded them onto my computer and was able to look at them in better resolution the shadows disappeared and the orbs are reflections off the trailer that houses equipment for SWAT teams who practice prison riot drills here. We did several EVPs in cells, in the cafeteria and some just letting the recorder run as we walked around. It is difficult on playback to distinguish between the voices of other visitors in the area and a possible EVP.
Around 2:00, after a short break in the lobby to warm up and have some coffee, we headed back out. Making our way from South to North we ended up in a long hallway with large sections of windows that climbed the walls every fifteen feet or so. Walking past the second one to the end I heard a rattling sound coming from one of the panes. Looking up I saw nothing and the sounds stopped. I turned to walk away and it started again. It appeared to be a single pane making a vibrating or rattling or knocking sound but I could not pinpoint the location. So we must have been extremely tired at this point because we continued on our way! All night we have been waiting for a sign, a movement, a noise…anything. Here we had one and we left. Fortunately when we returned about forty-five minutes later the rattling continued. Unfortunately it had drawn an audience. One of the onlookers was supposedly the woman who photographed the now famous and recently Ghost Hunters debunked Shadowman picture. She claimed to have recorded an EVP on a previous visit that names two ghosts as Charlie and Bobby. The group had named the window rattler “Charlie and Bobby” and were questioning them. We sat a bit and recorded as well. A small group went outside to see if they could detect any wind or other reason that might explain the rattling. They found none. I did notice that the window was slightly ajar and wood wedges were jammed in between the frame and the window to hold it in place. Perhaps the vibrations occurred in this window because it was the only window in the hall slightly open and perhaps the wood wedges were placed there because this window won’t stay shut without them. Why won’t it stay shut? Maybe Charlie keeps trying to get out.

This was our last event of the evening. We left the facility shortly before 4:00 a.m. Because we chose to leave early we were escorted to the gate to be let out. There is no reentry once you decide to go. It was long drive back but I made it and about five hours later I was home. Did I see a ghost? No. Did I hear a ghost? Maybe. Did I have fun? Absolutley. It was well worth the trip and a great place to get my feet wet in ghost hunting.
Next up in Part Two: The EVPs.