"Cook County?  Seriously?  That place is creepy." She shivered.  "Just diving by it gives me the screamin' heebee-geebees." The hairs on the back of her neck rose at the thought. She had been in Chicago just a few days the first time she rode by the facility.  Rumors circulated about the older buildings and the old death row.  And who could pass up photographs of an old jail?  They always incited some emotion in the viewer.<br/><br/>Julie hadn't even made it out of her car, hell she hadn't even parked, before she turned around and high tailed it away from the corrections facility. She wasn't keen on going back and actually going into the building.  Especially if she'd be seeing and hearing ghosts.  Who knew how many executed spooks would still be around the place.  Her face paled a little at the thought.<br/><br/>"Sink or swim, eh?"  She tried to joke but it came in a more frightened tone than light hearted one.  She never had been good at hiding her own true emotions.  She tended to wear her heart on her sleeve and show everything she felt in her expression, especially her eyes.  Her father always said she'd never make a good poker player and it was true.  She also had never really developed the ability to lie or deceive.