Haunted Queen Mary
Included in the book "Ghosts of the Queen Mary" http://www.amazon.com/Ghosts-Queen-Mary-Haunted-America-ebook/dp/B00NF3ZZNQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1417308114&sr=1-1&keywords=Ghosts+of+the+Queen+Mary
Over the summer, my husband and I travelled to Southern California with friends and stayed on the Queen Mary (QM). We were actually down there to NASCAR race in Irwindale, but decided to stay a couple of nights on the Queen Mary just to make a weekend out of it. We reserved spots for the “Dining with the Spirits” tour which included dinner at the QM restaurant, Sir Winston's, followed by a late-night guided tour of the ship's paranormal hotspots. Unbeknownst to my husband and I until that weekend, the couple we were travelling with were seasoned paranormal travelers, and had brought equipment to use during the tour.
We check into the Queen Mary and go to our rooms. If you ask at the front desk, they’ll give you a list of all of the paranormal sightings both in the ship and in the hotel rooms. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it), our room had no record of any unusual observations.
We go to our room, unpack and then leave with our friends for dinner in Long Beach. When we come back to the ship, our friends are ready to turn in, and we say good night to them and walk toward our room, which is much further aft than theirs. Because the corridors are very long and narrow (we are on a ship after all), my husband pulls out his iPhone and starts taking pictures of me as I walk down the long hall to our room. It makes a photographic shot that he thinks is unique. He takes four shots in total. When we get to our room he looks at his photos and asks if there was anyone in the hall with me. I reply, “No. No one. Why?” “He says, “Are you absolutely sure? No one was in the hall with you?” Of course, being that we’re on a documented haunted ship, I think he’s teasing me, and answer, annoyed, “No. I already said no.” He produces his iPhone and I notice that his hands are trembling. His hands trembling makes my blood turn cold. I look at the photos. Me. Walking down the hall toward our room. Again, me further down the hall. Then, me, further this time and a bell hop, in a complete bell hop uniform, is walking towards me with his head tilted as if he’s helping me to find my room. Next shot, just me, no one else in the hall.
We call our friends and all four of us attempt a reenactment. We figure out where I would have been in all five shots and there really is no explanation for how someone would have appeared in one shot that took place in between three others without either my husband or I seeing him.
The next morning we show the photo to the front desk and they confirm that the uniform in the picture is not a uniform that has been worn on the Queen Mary by their staff to their knowledge. Later, I look through a QM coffee table book in our room and discover a photograph taken in the early 1900’s of the bell hops who serviced the ship back t hen. They are wearing the same uniform as the man who appeared in our photo. Gloves, cap, brass buttons, everything.
I am somewhat happy that I didn’t see him in the hall that night. Although it’s unsettling because it begs the question of what else don’t I see?
Oh, and as for the Spirit Tour? That’s another story…..
Included in the book "Ghosts of the Queen Mary" http://www.amazon.com/Ghosts-Queen-Mary-Haunted-America-ebook/dp/B00NF3ZZNQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1417308114&sr=1-1&keywords=Ghosts+of+the+Queen+Mary
Over the summer, my husband and I travelled to Southern California with friends and stayed on the Queen Mary (QM). We were actually down there to NASCAR race in Irwindale, but decided to stay a couple of nights on the Queen Mary just to make a weekend out of it. We reserved spots for the “Dining with the Spirits” tour which included dinner at the QM restaurant, Sir Winston's, followed by a late-night guided tour of the ship's paranormal hotspots. Unbeknownst to my husband and I until that weekend, the couple we were travelling with were seasoned paranormal travelers, and had brought equipment to use during the tour.
We check into the Queen Mary and go to our rooms. If you ask at the front desk, they’ll give you a list of all of the paranormal sightings both in the ship and in the hotel rooms. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it), our room had no record of any unusual observations.
We go to our room, unpack and then leave with our friends for dinner in Long Beach. When we come back to the ship, our friends are ready to turn in, and we say good night to them and walk toward our room, which is much further aft than theirs. Because the corridors are very long and narrow (we are on a ship after all), my husband pulls out his iPhone and starts taking pictures of me as I walk down the long hall to our room. It makes a photographic shot that he thinks is unique. He takes four shots in total. When we get to our room he looks at his photos and asks if there was anyone in the hall with me. I reply, “No. No one. Why?” “He says, “Are you absolutely sure? No one was in the hall with you?” Of course, being that we’re on a documented haunted ship, I think he’s teasing me, and answer, annoyed, “No. I already said no.” He produces his iPhone and I notice that his hands are trembling. His hands trembling makes my blood turn cold. I look at the photos. Me. Walking down the hall toward our room. Again, me further down the hall. Then, me, further this time and a bell hop, in a complete bell hop uniform, is walking towards me with his head tilted as if he’s helping me to find my room. Next shot, just me, no one else in the hall.
We call our friends and all four of us attempt a reenactment. We figure out where I would have been in all five shots and there really is no explanation for how someone would have appeared in one shot that took place in between three others without either my husband or I seeing him.
The next morning we show the photo to the front desk and they confirm that the uniform in the picture is not a uniform that has been worn on the Queen Mary by their staff to their knowledge. Later, I look through a QM coffee table book in our room and discover a photograph taken in the early 1900’s of the bell hops who serviced the ship back t hen. They are wearing the same uniform as the man who appeared in our photo. Gloves, cap, brass buttons, everything.
I am somewhat happy that I didn’t see him in the hall that night. Although it’s unsettling because it begs the question of what else don’t I see?
Oh, and as for the Spirit Tour? That’s another story…..