In March my husband and I went to the Queen Mary as the first stint of our honeymoon. I am very eager to learn about ghosts and see evidence for myself, however I am also one to speculate if what I am seeing is supernatural or just a reaction from something else. I am not the type to just believe everything is supernatural. With that being said I have had experiences on the Queen Mary that I couldn't explain other than to say there is something on that ship that isn't human any longer.
The one and only night we were on the ship we had booked a room. During the day we walked the ship and learned more of her history. We had a nice lunch and saw the ballroom and many areas that were just gorgeous. At night we decided to take the Haunted Tour. I was skeptical at first because it seemed most in our group were seeing anything and everything as supernatural so it made it hard to concentrate on sounds and things around us.
The first part of the tour I noticed nothing that was real remarkable and was feeling as though we wasted our money. We continue the tour and head to the boiler room. As our group walked in the tour guide (Erika Frost) a security guard and another guide that brought up the back of the pack all entered in this area. The security guard locked the gate behind us and we walked down several very dark corridors, very steep staircases and very tight quarters.
Getting our way down to the area where the POW's were contained when the ship was a military vessel. As the group gets settled down we were instructed to shut off our flashlights and let our senses settle into the area. We all sat patiently and quietly for roughly 2 minutes, when I heard what sounded like a woman's heeled shoe walking above us. At the same time I hear this walking, I hear a voice clearly saying "help us". It was methodical, yet growing closer. The walking sounded as though it was coming down the stairs until someone spoke and the walking stopped.
I continued to hear the "help us" until someone turned on their flashlight again. To say the least I had the chills but was so anxious to continue the tour. The rest of the tour I had no experiences until we came to the pool area. In there my husband was VERY uncomfortable, stating that someone or something was watching him and he didn't like it. All the dark corners and spaces seem to draw my eye. I took several photos in this room and caught several very large orbs.
But the best moment was when we walked in the changing rooms. In there each group of two got in a shower stall, turned off our flashlights, sat in pretty much perfect darkness until our eyes started to kind of focus. I could see clearly the outline of the people in the stall across from us.
However very quickly there were black figures walking right outside our stall. The black was so dense that the people I could once see were now GONE. The black mass or figure stopped outside our stall and I had this urge to touch it. I stuck my hand out and quickly pulled it back as it was SO cold. I touched my husbands arm and he said it was freezing. Right about that time Erika stated that something was going on outside our stall... Of course I definitely agreed with her. Upon leaving the pool area my husband said he felt instantly better as he was feeling very light headed and weak.
We slept that night on the Queen Mary with no further incidence, however I never felt "good" health wise while on the ship. My head was pounding and I just felt almost sad. Upon leaving the hotel I felt instantly better.
It was an incredible experience.
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Thank you for the comment. This story of yours actually brought back memories for me. At the end of my time in the service, I took my then three year old daughter to check out a decommissioned ship. She had never been on a ship before, and I took her on the Grand Tour. As we sat in the gathering room, we were talking about what she had seen, and I was trying to explain to her what some of those things were. The bells came on tolling the time, and I looked a my watch, from behind me I heard a gentleman say "things have not changed much, have they?" (or something to that effect) and I simply said "No, not in all the years that men have shared these quarters..." As I turned around to smile at the man who obviously was, at one point, in the military, and recognized my action as a post-military one, I noticed that we were alone.
My daughter looked at me, and asked what I was checking my watch for, and who I was talking to. She had not heard either the bells, nor the mans voice that I had. We left shortly after asking, and finding out that, the bells no longer COULD toll, as they had been disconnected decades before.
Again, thank you for your comment.