This isn’t from the streets, but I was a corrections officer at a 112 year old prison. I would have a control post every Sunday night from 4p-12a. At nine pm every Sunday there would be an inmate in visitation sitting there on camera. I knew for a fact there was nobody up there, because by 4:30 officers cleared out the entire floor room by room and locked up. Also on overnight shift, in one unit I would have someone come up to my office window and look in. This is after counting, ensuring all doors were locked and the entrance to my unit being locked. And it was a different person each time.

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• Follow-up comment: There was some hinky shit going down at that prison. It was built by the inmates and supposedly a bunch of them died there, some tried to escape and were hanged on site. Supposedly made for some bad juju.