My great uncle (grandmothers brother) was a real story teller, he was Warden at Angola and his stories back in the 60’s still scare me and it has been 50 years since I heard them. I sat in their electric chair when I was 7.
“My great uncle (grandmothers brother) was a real story teller, he was Warden at Angola and his stories back in the 60’s still scare me and it has been 50 years since I heard them. I sat in their electric chair when I was 7.”
Did you feel all tingly?
I was about 12, and a bit of a Wise Azz, when I sat in one. This was New York City, ca 1945. The State used to send around a trailer truck with The Chair inside, touting it as a "crime display".
Once you walked through, there was a door to a closed off portion of the trailer at the other end. When I opened it, there IT was, waiting for you by the exit - and the cops made you sit in it for a few seconds. Talk about Scared Straight! :-) Those who went through never tipped off the Newbies, wanting them to be scared also.
I thought then that if they put that metal skull cap on me they wouldn't have needed electricity to finish me off.