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A few years have passed since I heard a woman wailing mournfully for minutes and minutes on end.
As the sobbing eased a baby started crying loudly in obvious distress, increasing over a long while.
I was locked in a police holding cell at the time, for about 2 hours and had no idea it was haunted.
A policeman walking out and about every 15 minutes or so neither said boo to me nor I to him.
I held my tongue while he casually did paper work, he would glance at me briefly, I would press my face up
against the bars, glare and think,
" Whats your problem? Why dont you tend to your prisoner? What kind of a***hole locks up a mother and baby anyway? "
And on it went, I sat on a bench, put my feet up and hung my head in despair feeling incredibly sorrowful and drained.
A dog barking directly outside annoyed the hell out of me, yapping and yapping continually.
I then realised I could no longer hear crying, the end of their anguish filling me with a real sense of relief and
thankfully, eventually the dog shut up.
But peace was an illusion as I could hear a timber saw, ceaselessly cutting through my last half hour of confinement.
Finally I was released and on exit I saw not and heard not the mother and baby, and you guessed it, there were no
other cells!
Out back of my cell no signs of a police dog on a leash or even kennels, just an expansive mostly empty parking lot
and absolutely no sight or sound of the noisy timber mill.
Later I found out that there had been a fatal house fire on the land which the police station now occupies. Needless
to say the site was never blessed.
Other people whom had experienced the ghostly sounds while in the cells, and had said something to the police were told,
" What are you talking about? Its only the wind blowing through the keyhole. "
p.s I wasnt afraid. Thankyou for reading.
