There are not too many things worse than being in prison. Yes Louie may have committed the crime that got him in prison but we all make mistakes. Sometimes it is just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Yes he asked for it. When you are buzzed out of your mind on drugs and booze you are setting yourself up for a future of incarceration. Louie swore that he would never touch another drop of booze or take another drug, but then here he was again.
Each crime seemed to be a little more serious. He had been abused as a boy and the rage that he felt boiled beneath the surface of his skin. When that disgusting creep tried to come on to him, he lost it and beat him nearly to death. So Louie sat in a cell with men above him and men below him in tiers like in a honeycomb. The noise was nearly deafening at times. He sometimes thought that he would lose his mind. They could talk back and forth and it was a life that he would never adjust to but had to endure. He could only count the years, months and days until he was free, if he lived that long.
It was worse when they were on lock-down. Some idiot stabbed a guard and now everyone was locked in their cells for months at a time. No phone calls, meals, if you want to call them that, in your cell and endless hours of mind numbing boredom and horror. The claustrophobia could make a man nearly crawl the walls, if there were any.
A guy above him hung himself and he could understand why. He still wanted to live though. His mother had sent him some Narcotics Anonymous stuff in the past and he actually started to read it. If he were to ever get out of here, he had to change. You didn’t dare think about the things that were in here that you couldn’t escape from. Imagine you are in a house that has spirits in it. You can move. If you have a room in your house or apartment you can run away from it. Here there is no escape. That was why they couldn’t even speak of the horror that haunted them here.
Joey whispered, “Hey Louie, did you see it? “
“Yes, just shut up!” Louie called back.
“That shadow, it’s back, didn’t you see it? There is no one up here but us. It wasn’t a guard. Didn’t you feel the temperature drop?
“Yes, but don’t talk about it. There is no escape for us.” Louie said. I can beat anything human, but not a demon.”
The air grew foul. They could feel the oppressive stench of death and evil. Was it a long dead inmate? There was no escape. All they could do was to sit in horror as they felt the presence of unspeakable evil. Sitting in their cells, everything got deathly quiet. They all felt it. Louie could hear the beginnings of helpless sobbing as a young guy in the cell below started begging and quietly sobbing for mercy. They all could hear the guttural grunts and groans of unspeakable acts that were being done to Jeff.
He was just a young kid and no one could help him. Some of them had already hurt him. But even they wouldn’t want to cross the demonic presence that had them all trapped in this prison. The lights dimmed and they sat in almost total darkness. Each man could hear others quietly starting to whisper the Lord’s Prayer. That was the only way that they could make the unholy presence stop. Even those who didn’t believe would start praying when the demon would come back. Who knew who it would attack next.
Slowly the muted sounds in a cell below began to lesson. The lights began to glow brighter. Even though they all hated the constant light, it was a blessed relief to have it back on again.
If I ever get out of here, Louie thought there is no way I am ever coming back. He wasn’t the only one. Prison was hell, but living in a prison cell with a demon was worse than hell.