My husband and I were in Northern California visiting his brother. While there, we did manage to fit in some touristy things like visiting Chinatown, and walking among the Redwoods. I was also able to find time to be felt up by a ghost at Alcatraz. What follow is that story.
The tour started benignly enough, my husband and I and dozens of other tourists, walking around the jail itself while hearing some history from the guides. We moved inside, and on display were photos of past inmates and historic items left from both attempted and successful jailbreaks.
At some point we were offered audio cassettes and headphones so we could tour at our own pace. I took advantage of this and was following along with the narrator. The recording suggested I walk into an open cell (there were many) and experience the size firsthand. So I did. I walked in a roughly 5' x 9' cell and took in the small bunk, the sink and lavatory. As I turned to go, a blast of cold air shot up my leg, beginning at my ankle and ending at my hip. I had on a skirt at the time so this was felt on bare skin. I was startled as I didn't remember seeing any air vents. I looked around to find there were none though, just a cement floor. This was no draft either; imagine a hair dryer set on cold that someone set by your feet, aiming at your hip. In retrospect, it almost felt like a cold hand moving up my leg, but quickly. It was more than a bit creepy. I hurried away from the cell, eager to put the pervy ghost behind me.