During my assignment to death row on the fifth tier, officers frequently reported strange shadows darting along the walls, always just beyond clear vision. One night, while discussing these sightings with my partner, a Catholic priest walked up the tier. Known for his strict, quiet demeanor, he surprised us with a confession of his own: Every time he approached death row; he saw two dark figures perched on opposite corners of the roof.
He described them as black angels or demons, waiting for condemned souls. He admitted that he prayed before entering each day, fearing the energy inside might attach itself to him or follow him home.
Coming from a man of faith and discipline, his words shook me. They confirmed what many of us had quietly believed: San Quentin was haunted by more than its history.
One of the most chilling incidents occurred while I was assigned to Tower 8 along the shoreline. During count, the phone at my post rang, its caller ID showing the fifth floor of the old infirmary. That building had been abandoned for decades, stripped of power, stripped of phone lines, and sealed.
Two officers were dispatched to investigate, sweeping the decrepit halls with flashlights. They found nothing, no operational equipment, no electricity. Yet my phone continued to ring repeatedly from that same dead location.
The event was logged. No explanation was ever found.
Another night, I was stationed at Tower 10 near the main sally port gate when I spotted a steady yellow glow emanating from Tower 13, an abandoned 300-foot metal tower decommissioned decades earlier and surrounded by impenetrable brush.
Plant Operations, the San Quentin Fire Department, PG&E, and Marin County Electrical all responded. Engineers climbed, probed, and tested, finding no power, no circuits, no active wiring, no bulbs capable of holding a charge, and yet the light remained, until it simply didn’t.
Multiple agencies witnessed it, but no one could explain it. I documented the event in my logbook, fully aware that it defied reason.
Prisons are psychological spaces as much as physical ones. Exposure to violence and despair can result in vicarious trauma, where officers internalize distress from the environment (Haney, 2001). Some experiences can be explained through the subconscious mind trying to process trauma.