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The excitement was audible as we packed away our leftover food and readied our cameras.
The caretaker opened the last steel gate and bid us farewell as he returned to his dark quarters, which stood just beside that eerie workshop you saw earlier.
The tour guide divided us into smaller groups of three or four, so that each group could then spend some time alone in certain areas of the prison.
The moment we walked into the men's cell blocks I saw exactly what I wanted to see - those long, eerie passages filled with large doors and steel gates. How could such a place not be haunted?
The group I ended up in got to stay in the church area first, which was right at the entrance of the men’s block. We put our stuff down and read the rules put up on the wall by the prisoners themselves.
From there we traversed the dark hallway and inspected all the small cell rooms. The one in the photo below is said to have been the location where a man was killed, his limbs cut off with a crude home-made knife, and flushed down the toilet.
It was exactly next to that room where, minutes later, we walked past and I heard a whisper. I wasn’t certain what it said, but I felt it wanted me to go in. For some reason it felt more like a woman’s voice. And I could swear it had that distinct tone most woman use when they want to trick you.
We returned to the church room, turned off all the flashlights and cell phone lights, and waited. Within seconds the noises started. We heard scratching on the ceiling and even sounds from outside. At first it sounded like rocks rolling over each other. Then it sounded like someone was coming from outside towards us, but it seemed I was the only one to hear it.
No one came.
The groups then changed places and we went through the steel gates in the photo below, which separated the three areas from each other.
Our next visit was in a large room, where except for creepy images appearing outside the window, nothing much happened. The cells themselves were inaccessible due to refuse and boxes left there by the art center that uses certain areas of the prison by day.
At around 2am that Saturday morning the entire group moved into the hospital wing of the men’s prison. We scouted through the rooms quickly, finding some really great cold spots along the way. One of my friends reported seeing a female nurse crossing the hall from a smaller passage into one of the rooms.
We set our bags, and some their blankets, on the ground at the end of the passage and waited in silence. The tour guide informed us that between two and three in the morning the prison experienced its most paranormal activity.
Every few minutes we’d hear loud bangs from mainly the first passage, creaks, and scratches all around. It was right there in the dark that I felt a heavy presence standing right in front of me. It was a woman, of that I’m certain. I felt it so strong that I fumbled for my camera just to see who or what it was. She could’ve stood inches before me and I wouldn’t even have been able to see her.
The moment I took the photo, I felt the presence was gone. And it wasn’t fear. I hardly got scared once that entire evening. Although, leaving a dark room last, with your back possibly turned to the now disturbed dead, was quite something to experience.
From there we packed our stuff and headed back. And wouldn’t you know it; once again I heard that same whispering voice as I past that cell.
What really surprised us when we reached the area where we ate earlier, was that all the leftover food had vanished. Plates on the floor, food gone. Not even a bone left. I’m not saying the ghosts of Ramkraal prison have an appetite, but I’d sure like to know what happened there? Next time I might have to leave a video camera there.
Hope you enjoyed the trip with me.
Here are a few more photos I took, as well as one with a large white substance in the top right corner. It couldn’t have been a reflection, as the tree behind it was too far away. Unless it's from the wall beside me.
All the best.
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