Each of the cells in America’s “first
escape-proof prison” measured 4 x 8 feet, had a single
fold-up bunk, a toilet, a desk, a chair and a sink. An
inmate’s day would begin at 6:30 in the morning, when he
was awakened and then given 25 minutes to clean his cell
and to stand and be counted. At 6:55, the individual
tiers of cells would be opened and prisoners would march
in a single file line to the mess hall. They were given
20 minutes to eat and then were marched out to line up
for work assignments. The routine never varied and was
completely methodical.
As the years have passed, ghost hunters, authors,
crime buffs and curiosity-seekers have visited the island and many
of them have left with feelings of strangeness. Perhaps those who
experience the “ghostly side” of Alcatraz most often are the
national park service employees who sometimes spend many hours here
alone. For the most part, the rangers claim to not believe in the
supernatural but occasionally, one of them will admit that weird
things happen here that they cannot explain.
According to one park ranger, he was in one of
the cell houses one morning, near the shower room, and heard the
distinctive sound of banjo music coming from the room. He could not
explain it — but many who know some of the hidden history of
Alcatraz can. In his last days at the prison, Al Capone often hid in
the shower room with his banjo. Rather than risk going out into the
prison yard, where he feared for his life thanks to his
deteriorating mental state, Capone received permission to stay
inside and practice with his instrument.
And perhaps he sits there still, this lonesome
and broken spirit, still plucking at the strings of a spectral banjo
that vanished decades ago. For on occasion, tour guides and rangers,
who walk the corridors of the prison alone, still claim to hear and
an occasional tune echoing through the abandoned building. Is it Al
Capone?
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