The island sat in the middle of this huge bay. I came to visit, but the storm came up and swept the return boat along with the captain and his crew out to sea. Here from my perch, I watched in abject horror. I'd never seen a waterspout before and God help me, I hope I never see one again. It reached down from the heavens, lifted the floundering sea craft into its spinning funnel and claimed all aboard.
Up through the vortex it spun, the wind's force ripping it into kindling as I watched, throwing it willy nilly back into the churning sea.
But here I am, alone in this dark, terrifying place filled with the moans and groans of angry ghosts. My cell phone connects to nothing. Where is the nearest cell phone tower and why can't I access it? Is it because this place has so much negative engery attached to it?
I've seen the etchings on the walls of the rusting cells and felt chills race up and down my spine reading their pain just before this gadawful wail pierced my eardrums.
I have to escape. Escape...oh Dear Lord, didn't they do a movie called ESCAPE FROM ALCATRAZ?
I cannot remember if that prisoner actually made it...I don't like horror movies and that would be a horror movie as far as my mind is concerned...or did he die in the vast leagues of water between the island and the mainland? Did he manage to navigate these waters? Somehow I figure he did not try to swim to freedom in the middle of a storm like this.
The wind chose that moment to wail like a crack addicted banshee in need of her fix, and the waters thundered and pounded the island's edges.
I'm going to die here! I can't die here! The idea of spending eternity locked here with all these miserable spirits was more frightening than the thought of navigating the waters out there. If I am meant to die, I'd rather die out there, than here!
My decision made, I checked the cell phone one last time, hope a lump blocking my throat. No signal.
I tossed the phone against the entrance wall, imagining what the next visitor to this awful place would think upon finding a modern device, here in this ancient place of torture and despair. And then I stepped back out into the Mother Nature's raging tempest.
Wildly I looked around one last time, for what I couldn't say. Bending against the wind's force I stumbled and crawled to the island's edge. I took one final breath, rose on my toes and jumped!
Now to the Blurbs...A BAD BLURB WOULD BE:
She's a visitor to Alcatraz and now she's stuck.
A GOOD BLURB...
She came for a tour of Alcatraz, when Nature decided to strike with all its fury. Her only way back to the mainland broken in the storm, her cell phone useless this far out-to-sea, she's left alone with only the echoes of the tortured spirits from the past. Will she escape alive, or will Alcatraz claim it's next ghost?