Prisoners (And Some Guards) Reveal Their Scariest Memories From The Joint

From user Hipolymerduck:

"When I first got there, I had to watch an instructional video on how not to be r*ped... That was legitimately the scariest memory I had of it."

From user grandpagangbang:

"Being [violated] by a kid 10 years younger than you is humiliating in itself but being forced to french kiss the kid is even worse. You learn very quickly, that if you are a targeted inmate that you stop taking care of your oral hygiene. Nobody wants to kiss you if you have green teeth."

From user afakefox:

"Less bloody in a way, but there was a woman there who was definitely developmentally delayed. She had tried to [wipe out] her mother and while the mother was escaping she ran her over, put it in reverse, floored it back over her again, and finally, put it in drive over her one last time. The mother was actually extremely abusive and was in the same prison in a different part. The daughter would always have her arms inside her shirt, you'd only see her arms when she was sitting like eating or something. She's across from me one day eating and I see her drop a pile of something. I immediately was like wtf, you can't have stuff in the chow hall what is this girl doing? It was kinda loud when she dropped it so it wasn't laundry. It looked kinda like meat. How and why does she have meat? We're eating spaghetti right now Ohhhhh my god that's her intestines and guts. Just falling out of her torso onto the floor. She's struggling to gather all of it, it looks slippery. After that I noticed her dropping her guts onto the floor on a regular basis and had to stop being around her at all it smelled to me and the other girls would have her pull it out sometimes. So gross."

From user ricklionheart:

"The first time I went to visit a prison as law student, one of the prisoners knew a law class was coming, sh*t on his hand and smeared everywhere outside of the cells. This was also my first encounter with prison [torment]. The guards showed us the wedding dress the inmates used for dressing and r*ping r*pists and other criminals, according to the prison 'ethics'. I have dealt with other instances of horrible [torment], but this one stuck with me because it was just laying there with blood like when you see pictures of medieval instruments of [torment]."

From user Prison_Throw_away:

"The first week of my 12 year set was the worst. I was a skinny 20 year old with no criminal history, and it takes a while to learn that most people are mostly talk. I accidentally sat at the Black table at chow, made a point of staying there and eating with them when they showed up to avoid offending them, was labeled a race traitor by the whites and was told someone would be coming to slit my throat.

Nobody came, as most people don't want to be inconvenienced with a long stint in the hole for killing someone for something so small, but I slept with a pen cap hooked to my watch band holding a sharp pencil against my wrist in case I had to jab someone in defense. Living for days with the crippling fear of imminent doom f*cked with my nerves. My hands shake a little now."

From user legion3382:

"I wasn't an inmate but I was a Guard. I have a couple of different stories but the one that always got me was when I was walking down the mile to get to another block and the inmate in front of me decided the 5' 4" female guard was the one he was going to let his anger out on. She stopped him to ask where he was going and if he was ok considering this certain inmate was normally a happy person. When he stopped he just starting hitting her over and over. Before I could tackle him and yell for help he managed to break her jaw and fracture her cheek bones. By the end of it he had to be taken to the infirmary as well for some broken bones. (Some of the guards were less than happy to see a almost 6' inmate beating on a guard. Let alone one that would have a hard enough time defending herself if she knew it was coming.)

Another time I was doing my count and the inmates on row 3 started yelling for a "Boss" (what they call guards). When I got up to see what was going on one of the inmates in the first cell had his pants at his ankles, a shiv in his hand, and was wiping (what I found out to be his own) blood despite there not being any visible cuts on his arms or legs. I couldn't see his mid section due to his long shirt. He looked me dead in the eyes and said "I am the rosary and my blood is the ash. I will cleanse this place of all that believe in the false god above." All the while his cellmate was in the back with his hands up saying "I haven't touched him." After getting the Sarg on duty he was taking to the infirmary. I was told he is known for doing this kind of thing to get transferred to our psych unit during the summer. (our unit was a concrete building with no a/c in Texas. Needless to say it got super hot even at night.)"