All right, this is the second story by the user that wrote the another jail house one. I didn't mention. His name is the coyote kid on Reddit. All right, So this is at the County jail again. One night. He was around three thirty am to four am. I was called to come to a sell box or leave the officer for a short time. He had a phone call in the off or something or something. When I got to the cell block, he says thanks, and he should it back before it sided to do a check and leaves. So all the cells in this unit faced the desk and a small window so the inmates could look out. I sit at the desk and twiddled my thumbs for a few minutes when I heard a tapping sound coming from one of the cells. Look ground to see where the tapping was coming from, and I hear it again, and then I hear a voice say, seventeen house. I look over at cell seventeen on the corner. I see an inmate standing in the window, tapping on his wrists, asking what time it is. I head up the number of fingers and he nodded for stepping back in the dark. A few more minutes went by the officer still not come back. I looked at his log and I realized he was due for a check. I stood up and began going around the cell block, looking through the cell door windows to make sure all the inmates were safe and nothing was out of the ordinary. When I got to the cell seventeen with the inmate who asked me for the time, I shined my light into the cell and it was empty, like completely empty. No inmate, no bedding, no personal effects, nothing. I double checked that it was Sell seventeen. I finished my check. When I go back to the desk, I pulled the cell log that showed which inmates for in each cell. At seventeen was empty. I sat back at the desk and looked over again to make sure it was Sell seventeen. The asked man, not eighteen or sixteen cells. Seventeen was in the corner. I was hundred percent that it was that cell. When the officer got back and told him what happened, he thought that was strange. It had been out of service for about two weeks due to having a broken toilet. When I left the cell block, I went to the sergeant's office to ask him to pull the video of the incident. As I know, there was a camera in the face. Cell seventeen. Video showed me sitting at the desk. You could hear the tapping and the voice saying seventeen house and me holding out my fingers to show the time, but no face was in the window. Oh. I really don't like the prisons. Prisons are nothing to mess with. This guy is in like a hot spot paranormal activity at his job. Yeah, it seems like it. He's had a couple encounters already. And I liked the details in this story. You know, the checking of the cells is consistent between two stories, which adds a lot of credence. Yeah, it seems like it's real. And then you know, talking about working the night shift, the different, uh, the way the positioning of the cells in that particular second room when he was at that one, and how they were slightly different than other maximum security unit. I just felt like, you know, the if this is a fake, this is a very good fake someone who definitely works at the jail. But I think these are actually real, true stories, and if so, they're kind of he needed himself. I do that just so I know that Jack might say something. At least you click it, Jack, and I just hit the damn microphone. I realized that when I'm at at you and like Jack is always beating up his mic Oh yeah, yeah, anyway, it happens all the time, right, in a bunch of different scenarios. So the likelihood of being one individual doing it to him probably pretty low. But who knows. It sounds like some pretty elaborate prank that was the case, right, Yeah, at some point they we'll probably figured that out, I would think. So this guy prays a bunch of more stories. I assume I believe he does have a couple more. I'm curious if his coworkers are experiencing some of the same thing, you know. Well, yeah, they're obviously they also saw the bald hitting man that was you know, not capturing on camera, you know, and it is time something was captured though, you right, Yeah, they heard the voice and everything and the tapping and yeah, he was responding, so it's very clear that he could see what he was looking at and looking in that direction. So yeah, that's a good story. I like that one. I just think I wouldn't want to work in that environment, and kudos people that do it. It's it can't be easy. No, I wouldn't want to work that without ghosts. It just sounds like such a hard job, a stressful situation. Yeah, high stress. Then you had throwing things like that. I can't even imagine what that would do to you. Just sounds insane. Do apologize though, because can you hear my dog barking? I guess you can probably hear a little bit more, but I couldn't tell if that's what it was. Yeah, that's what it is. So it kind of ruined the story for me because like, this is a letter, this is what the story signed. Like me, man, it's just it complicated. You know. I got Daniel Rubik's c man. You like tombout blue red Man and you get to one side and the like and mess it up on the other side. I really like that one. I'm glad that one was for me. I even love the captions and bouncing around. It worked out perfect because I didn't work it did drew in that half of that story. For me. Just try to get on like my security cameras and be like shut up to the dog during that story. Oh, I can't live with him, can't without him. I need a cat like Luke the old cat Jeff Townsend media sees you good night, and the question is do I stay here? Will you be back? Are you gonna come back? Will you be back? Are you coming back?
