Cell-16
James spent hours lying on the bed, trying not to fall asleep. He looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was already 1:47am. Five more hours, James calculated. Five more hours till its morning, and he could finally be safe. He could finally sleep. Everything would be fine in the morning…right?
It all started three weeks ago, when James and his friend Gregg went ghost hunting to the Old Melbourne Gaol. They’d heard lots of ghost stories about that place. That was the place where hundreds of people were mercilessly hanged. James and Gregg were sure that they could actually witness something paranormal in a place like that. They even bought all of the ghost hunting equipment that they could manage to pay for, after working multiple part time jobs. Of course, they hadn’t expected the consequences of their ‘little adventure’ to be this dreadful.
James rolled over and took a look at the alarm clock once again. It was 2:16 am now. 2:16… 16… He recalled the last cell that he and Gregg had investigated that day…Cell number 16…
Both James and Gregg had got an eerie feeling when they’d entered that cell. James quickly readied his EVP recorder, while Gregg filmed the cell. Nothing happened at first. But after spending about half an hour in that cell, strange things started happening. All of a sudden, the flashlight that James was holding started flickering violently. The flashlight then turned off, leaving them both in darkness. This startled and alarmed the both of them. James had heard that spirits are capable of creating electrical disturbances. The air suddenly felt denser and cold, making them shudder. And the whole place was a lot quieter now. All the sounds of tourists from the other rooms, which they hadn’t paid attention to before, had completely stopped. It felt like they were the only ones inside the whole building. The whole cell felt like