At least, there’s an apparition that looks just like him hanging around his old cell.
In the depths of the uninhabited prison, a large figure has been watching groups of late night visitors who saunder the dark corridors of D-Division.
It watches silently, sometimes arms crossed leaning against a wall, sometimes smoking a cigarette.
But it always disappears into cell 16.
One night, just a few weeks ago, a spinechilling roar echoed down the bluestone walls.
“GET OUT!” it bellowed, forcing the tour group to count its numbers, thinking one of its own was doing a prank.
“GET THE F--- OUT!” the booming voice repeated from the caged off end of the prison, right outside cell
Chopper Read would often smoke as he stood in the Pentridge halls surveying other inmates.
Officers checked every cell — particularly number 16, the old home of former underworld identity Chopper Read.
But nobody was there, no living body at least.
“It was one of the scariest moments of my life.” tour guide Jeremy Kewley said.
Just nine months ago, colourful former criminal and author Mark Brandon “Chopper” Read died of liver cancer.
His manager of six years, Andrew Parisi, said freaking people out from beyond the grave would be right up Chopper’s alley.
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