## I. The Darkness That Watches
In the belly of the Beast, that foreboding shadow of a structure known as Alcatraz Prison, with its menacing cliffs and ghostly halls, resides a chilling tale ripe for the telling. It is a story that cuts through the marrow of your bones, shriveling the very warmth of your blood by the sheer force of its unearthly dread. It’s a tale that begins in the cold confines of cell 14D, otherwise distinctly known as one of the “strip cells”. Hushed whispers and fearful glances pass amongst those who utter its accursed number, for it was here that a horrifying event played out in the 1940s that has lived on, far surpassing its mortal bounds.
Imagine, if you dare, an inmate at the mercy of the Beast, dread cemented in his heart, lungs heavy with the metallic tang of fear. His icy fingers clutch the rusty bars of cell 14D while his eyes that, even in the inky blackness of the prison’s darkest corner, deliver a haunting image that remains as a wailing echo in the Alcatraz history. Fiery infernos blazing from nothing else but two red glowing orbs, peeping from the crushing darkness, watching… waiting… under the guise of phantom vigilance.
## II. The Grip of Death
A night, unforgettable and haunting, ensued. Our terrified protagonist, unable to shake away the horrifying eyes that saw through the veil of darkness, was dealt an alarming phenomenon the following morning.
His lifeless body was sprawled across the stone-cold floor of cell 14D, devoid of any warmth or pulse. A rictus of terror, frozen onto the inmate’s face, hinting at the grim horrors that had unraveled in his final moments, and escalating the disturbing nature of his demise. Perhaps even more chilling was the gruesome display wrapped around his neck — a horrific necklace of strangle marks, stained a threatening shade of midnight blue and dusky purple against the pallor of his skin. It is said the inmate fought a heart-wrenching battle for one more gasp of air, only to succumb to the dread being of cell 14D.
## III. The Eternal Wails
Contrary to the expectations of sanity, the tale of the inmate does not end with his mortal demise. His spirit, it seemed, was forever chained to the confines of cell 14D. The once stoic silence of the grim Alcatraz halls vibrated, from then on, with an eerie resonance. The air turned thick with horror, whispers of dread and uncertainty rustling amongst the guards and visiting voyeurs like an ill wind.
Ice-cold chills that knifed through the spine began to emanate, creeping eerily from the fatal cell. The prison walls echo with chilling wails, screams rent from the very bowels of despair itself and reverberating with an undeniable force of desperation. It was widely believed, and still is, that these were the prisoner’s cries, an eternal testament to his terrifying end.
## IV. An Unsettling Chill
As the sun sunk beneath the horizon, painting the sky with a palette of gloom, the Beast began its nocturnal song of fear. Uniformed guards patrolling the daunting hallways of Alcatraz find themselves assaulted by an icy draft, strange and unsettling. The blustery chill, believed to be an oddity, leaves no corner untouched. It originates from cell 14D, whispering grim tales of its previous occupant to those who dare to listen.
This frosty encounter, so sudden and vile, leaves even the bravest with a profound sense of unease. It seemed as if the very life was being sucked out, replaced by a ghastly fear, heralding an everlasting winter in the hearts of those unfortunate souls drawn into its influence.
## V. The Haunting Continues
Today, the horrors of Alcatraz lurk within the shadows of the isolated island, toying with the minds of its visitors. The haunting wails continue to resonate within the stone-cold walls, tying the past to the present, and refusing to be forgotten. Visitors, drawn in by the chilling history of the penitentiary, report having felt an unsettling chill pervading the air, a deathly cold whisper from the spectral occupant of cell 14D.
Thus, the legacy of the inmate from cell 14D prevails, an unholy chorus echoing his untimely end, whispering his tale to the wind. The red eyes continue to gaze from the abyss, enchanting and terrifying, a reminder of the story that unfolded in cell 14D. They are a chilling testament to the dark, disturbing truth lurking within the depths of Alcatraz, a phantasmagoric tale etched into the bones of the Beast itself.