THE R.M.S.
QUEEN MARY
AFTER DARK
I know most of you don't believe in ghosts, goblins, apparitions, etc...
But...there is something strange going on within the confines of this vessel.  The boat sits in dry dock, and has been for over forty years, yet
while walking its deserted hallways you can feel the sway of motion you would experience on the high seas.  As you enter certain parts of the
ship you can feel a chill that brings the hair on your nape to its ends.  There is no quiet relaxation while you try to luxuriate yourself in its
comforting beds, only a constant din of shuffling, metal scratching, bangs and footsteps that cannot be explained.  You turn corners expecting
someone to meet you head on, but they are not there.  All the wait staff have a story of unexplained phenomena and they tell you it with a
conviction that is unpracticed and convincing.  There is the "Lady in White," "The Elegant Lady," The Gentlemen in the Bowler Hat," "The
Elevator Scream" and the terrible happenings in Room 13.  These stories are told again and again by various guests and ship's crew.  I did not
encounter any of the above dreads.  What happened on my stay on the Queen Mary, was much more chilling, much more frightening!
BEFORE THE DARKNESS...
WHAT KEEPS
FOLLOWING ME...?
LIBERACE
THE QUARANTINE ROOM
WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!
WHERE DID HE COME FROM?
THIS SHIP HAS NOT SAILED IN 45 YEARS!
DID I REALLY JUST SEE HIM?
Now for the rest of the story...
As I was exploring this magnificent statement of man's colossal desire to conquer the ocean, I found that alot of it had been closed off to
visitors.  They were preparing it for renovations below deck and there was nary a soul around.  I found doors that led to nowhere and
passageways that suddenly stopped.  I was just then going to give up and join Diane for cocktails in the forward lounge when I noticed a broken
lock on a door.  I wasted no time and secreted myself through its threshold.  As the light grew dimmer and I spelunked deeper into the bowels
of the ship, I noticed that my steps became more deliberate, my breath a little shallower.  As I turned one final corner, there in the gloaming of
the fading light, I noticed something written on the wall..
.MY NAME!!
I know the common belief of you skeptics is that I wrote this on the wall. However, on my solemn oath, this was not the case!  The
writing was written approximately in one foot in height.  Anyone that knows me knows that I am incapable of writing in this kind of doctor's
scrawl.  I pride myself on my handwriting.  Secondly, my love of history and all things historical, would preclude me from doing anything as
blasphemous as desecrating any part of the Queen Mary!  So, you can heed this warning as a foghorn in the night or as a "Man Overboard!" but,
do not judge thee until you judge for yourself, the strange happenings aboard the R.M.S. Queen Mary!
WHO Goes THERE?!