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
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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