As many people already know, from television and newspaper
reports and the like, the Queen Mary is an ocean liner that is
docked in Long Beach, California, and is one of the most
haunted places "in" the U.S. I'm here to tell you my
experience. I hope you enjoy it....I did. This took place
in 1996.
I was living and going to school in Los Angeles, and during
one of my breaks, my mom came to visit me from out of
state. I'd heard recently about the Queen Mary and what a
luxurious (and haunted) boat it is, and that it offered
guided tours, and discovered it wasn't very far from where
I was living. So, I talked my mom into going down to Long
Beach for one of those tours.
We drove the long way down the 405S to the harbor, with me
yammering excitedly about the ship and how cool it would be
to see a ghost, yada yada yada.... We got there with my
mom barely able to stand me at that point, paid the
entrance fee and immediately took off on a guided tour.
Pretty boring up to this point right? Well, let me just
say that not much happened for the first half of the tour.
We learned about the different compartments and levels of
the ship, the dining rooms, the division of class on the
ship during it's heyday, etc. Occasionally, I felt a
rolling sensation, like we were out to sea and riding some
pretty gnarly waves, but other than that, not much. I did
find out, when the tour guide asked if I was OK (guess I
was turning a little green around the gills), that a few
people who are supposedly sensitive to the paranormal,
might experience that rolling sensation.
But I digress. As I said, the tour was pretty paranormally
uneventful for the first half. It wasn't until we headed
down into the bowels of the ship that I started getting
unexplainably uneasy. And then it happened.
As we entered the first class pool area, I could feel the
temperature drop a good 10 degrees. I reasoned with myself
that it could be because there were no windows/portholes,
no light, and therefore no heat source, but I found out
differently very quickly.
There was a group of 3 teenage boys standing in front of
me, trying to be cool and nonchalant about this "lame
ship". Throughout the whole tour they'd been obnoxious and
annoying, talking constantly, messing around with each
other, pushing and shoving each other in mock fighting,
etc, and their conduct in the pool area was no
different...at first.
The guide was telling us about the pool, how deep, who
could use it, who maintained it, whether it was still in
use, when these guys started snorting and snickering about
how they'd heard on Unsolved Mysteries about the Queen
Mary's haunted first class pool. As I glared at the back
of their heads, I saw.....I SAW "something" tug the backs
of each of their shirts. Not just a subtle tug, but a big
yank that nearly bent all three backwards....at once. As
they straightened, they whipped their angry gazes around at
me and took an offensive stance. "What??" I asked,
dumbfounded and amazed. They muttered something nasty and
indecipherable and turned to continue their antics, only to
be yanked back again...each of them at the same time. But
this time, they knew it wasn't me, (I'm guessing this
because they all turned sheet white) nor could it have been
anyone else as no one else was behind them, and they
quickly and permanently straightened up and caused no more
problems, moving hurriedly to the front of the tour group,
close to the exit.
No one but me seemed to notice what had happened to these
young guys, which is why I suppose whoever/whatever had
been tormenting these kids whispered close to my
ear, "Gotta force respect out of some people these days".
I turned my head to see the barely visible figure of an
older woman standing behind the tour group, hands folded in
front of her, and a look of determination on her face. She
was dressed in clothes that were very clearly out of date,
early 1900s, I think. As I started to gape and grab my
mom's hand to turn her attention. The woman's expression
softened, she smiled at me and then simply vanished.
Now, I've become accustomed to having strange experiences
like this, as it's happened all my life, but never during a
tour in broad daylight....nor in such a matter-of-fact
way. All I can say is if you're planning on touring the
Queen Mary, do it with proper respect and deference, or you
might wind up on the business end of an old lady's demand
for it.
Thanks for reading!!!
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