ghosts and stories

Alcatraz, San Fransisco Bay, California

by Ralph C.
(Calabasas, CA, USA)

I was up in San Jose California for a hockey game with my wife, my son and a friend of my son. We decided to drive to San Francisco and tour Alcatraz. Upon arriving at the prison, we started to follow one of the park rangers and listen to his history on the island, but it was taking far too long, so we decided to break off and tour ourselves.

We were walking up to the morgue, and on the left is a small structure with two doors and a window in each door. As I look over I see a person looking directly at me through the window. I turned to my family and said, "Did you see that guy looking at us through the window?" When I looked back, he was gone.

I walked to the doors and looked in the window to complete darkness and the doors were chained shut with a rusted lock. The hair on my neck was standing up.

He was pointy in features, grayish in color with receding, combed-back hair. I did not see his body but I would say he was approx. 5'6-7" in height, judging from the doors and him looking over the window.

This is something I will never forget.