Queen Mary

From: Dave Kirth (Kirthy@AOL.com)
Story type: Channeling
Location: Queen Mary Hotel
Source: Form Submission

Our team, the Salinas Peppers, were in Long Beach, ca. to play the Long Beach Riptide, another minor league baseball team. One night, in the middle of June, after winning the first half championship, we decided to venture around the ship. One of us, after remembering the old stories of the haunted ship, decided that we would round up some other ballplayers to see what we could find.

We had heard the rumors of the old pool, and all the ghostly occurances that surrounded it, so with that, the pool became our target. We started on the third deck of the ship. It was the main floor, where visitors would check into the hotel. On that floor was a staircase that led only down. The stairs were surrounded by brass bars, and even a gate to keep the thoroughfare closed after a certain time at night. Keep in mind that at this time it was around 2:00am.

We made our way down the stairs, where we came to an odd looking facade (fis-sod). It looked like something out of 1920 New York City. In front of us was an old elevator, with marquee cases on either side. Just to the right of the old elevator, was a double door in the corner, that led to what seemed to be a laundry room. To the left of the elevator was another set of double doors. We knew that the pool had to be located on this floor because, the only floors left were the observation deck, on the 4th floor, and the kitchen and mechanical room on the 1st (below us).

After trying for a few minutes to gain access to this room, one of the players used a credit card to slip in between the tumbler. Finally, the doors were open. What we found was a hallway. The lights were on, and there was a red stripe painted directly down the center of the floor. The hallway led first to the left, then back around to the right. As we made our turn to the right, we saw an opening down the hall that seemed to be illuminated in a greenish tone. At the end of this hallway was the upper level of the two story pool. The floor was made of tiny green tile, cut into little squares.

At the railing we could see down onto the deck of the pool. Six ballplayers entered the room that night. Two of which, didn't want to go down to the lower level. So, four of us made our way down the stairs, which began to the left of the room. When we got down to the pool level, all four of us decided to go down into the pool, which was now just a cement hollow. We entered at what used to be the shallow end of the pool.

After exchanging in some friendly banter with the other two who did not join us, another player and myself decided to go back up, onto the deck (outside the pool). On either side of the metal slide, were ladders to get back outside the pool. As my friend and I made our way up the rungs, we were eye to eye...exactly the same point on both sides. As my eyes came level to the deck I saw The legs and shoes of, what looked to be a man.

I let out a short, quick scream, and amazingly so did my friend. I quickly got out of the pool, and ran as fast as I could up the stairs, and out of the room. I didn't stop runnning until I had reached my room, on the floor above. Right behind me was my friend, the one who had been in the pool with me. I asked him what he saw....It was the exact same thing that I had seen. The shiny, black pattent leather shoes of a man, with black pressed pants, with a gold or yellow stripe down the side. Just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. He had decribed to a "T" the exact same thing.

Soon after we had reached our room, the other four joined us. They came in asking what we were screaming about. I looked at them and said,"you didn't see that?" "No, they said; what are you talking about?" "The guy with the black pants," my friend said. They really hadn't seen what we had. Nothing though, could take away the fact that I wasn't the only one that saw what I did. To this day, I still get goosebumps when I tell people of this night. I will never again, doubt that there really is such a thing as ghosts.