Marfa Jailhouse

The old Marfa jail is now occupied by Texas A&M, which takes something away from the creepish factor the building has going on. But, it still is quite the little hell-hole!

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I imagine a typical employee conversation by the water cooler to go like this:

“Bob, did you see that?”

“Oh that? We call her Martha. Rumor is that she was the town madame.”

“Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“Son, let me tell you something. You need to toughen up. Be glad you didn’t see Marie right off the bat.”

“Who’s Marie?”

“She’s the dark-haired one who will offer to pleasure you for a nickle. Don’t take her up on the offer, though. It’s a raw deal!” Bob guffawed at his double entendre and slapped little Joseph on the back.

Joseph’s eyes widened in terror. He hadn’t much experience with the ladies, ghost or real.

Bob placed a warm hand on top of little Joseph’s shoulder and looked him squarely in the eye.

“Aw, kiddo. I’m just messing with your head a little.” He lifted his hand from Joseph’s thin shoulder and reached for the latest copy of ‘Hay and Forage Grower.’ He then turned to walk out of the break room. As he was about to take his first stride, he paused and tilted his head to the right.

“On second thought, you should should definitely take her up on the offer!” Bob’s hearty laughter at Joseph’s plight continued as he walked back to his office.

Joseph’s face reddened. He felt a combination of anger and shame boiling inside his gut. It was at that moment a cool breeze stroked his cheek. The overpowering scent of pefume lingered in the air. He never did care for girls who wore too much make-up or perfume.

“Hey, sweetness,” a lilting voice cooed. “Don’t be such a stranger. My name’s Marie.”

Dust and wind whirled in the corner farthest from the door. In a split second, a slender girl, maybe about 20 years old, dressed in a slightly tattered flapper dress, appeared. She twirled a tendril of her jet black wavy hair around her left forefinger and licked her swollen lips. Her ebony eyes shone with desire. There was no denying that she was a beautiful girl.

“Just take a couple of steps closer to me. It’s so dark in this corner that I can’t see anything. I feel trapped.”

While her words sounded like a plea for help, her dark tone was a siren’s song that frightened Joseph to his very core. But, the more he studied Marie’s small curves and clear, light-brown skin, he felt his distrust subside. How harmful could she be anyhow? The tiny thing barely weighed a hundred pounds. Surely there would be no harm in taking a couple of steps forward.


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