GHOSTS ON THE GROUND 11: MARY PART 3

THE ROOM OF EYES BECKONS

Completely dark. Time has arrived. “B” deck calls out.

I acknowledge her voice of doom but I have cravings for more. I want a taste of all of the pestiferous that’s available.

A wound has opened, a portal if you will. It’s called the “Rope Room”

Let’s get dirty together.

It’s located just beyond the exclusive, members only and of course tell no one! “Hidden Club”

THE HOLD

Mere feet away lie constant horrors

This is where Scallywags, stowaways and drunkards were given the order to find god.

Then during the war those nasty Nazi prisoners were given time to get right with their makers as time for them was most precious.

As you can imagine this was not the most stately of available quarters. One captain said that during their busy season one human died on board about every 4 hours.

Located at the very nose of the ship. Imagine during a storm how far the nose rises and then drops into the swell of the angry power of the ocean? The pounding of the seas would have both broken your bones and your spirits.

It was as cramped and stifling as any jail cell I’ve ever found myself in.

Terrifying, dead silent.

Only sound was my frightened heartbeat.

DEVILS WERE EVERYWHERE

And then

Exit right through the dancing world of future death.

I am ready lord, come take me. Show me your dark delights

Hi Satan, what’s up?

“Don’t say ‘hi’ right now I’m trying to be scary.”

Sorry dog, didn’t know you were working.

Satan clears his throat and expels a mighty roar.

“You seek more heathen?

Then down those stairs and scar your very soul FOREVER.”

Nicely done Beez, That was pretty scary bro

Yes this is part of “Haunt 1”

I got lost but I got found.

You want to die at sea? Behold.

THE COLOR OF THE END.

A Jelly donut?

Because you are a disgusting fat body Private Pyle

Names of the dead haunt the place.

Here is where you are sent when it’s your turn to meet your maker.

Enough foolishness if there’s a reckoning to be had then let’s be done with it.

The stairs we walked past earlier? We are going down this time. It’s that companionway that holds my fate.

Now, If you turn right at that corner

Yo bro, don’t go down there. Let’s get some beers and forget this whole fatuity.

Like I did, then walk to the end.

Haunt 6: The real tamale. Here is where tales of madness spin throughout the history of this majestic beauty. From murder and mayhem to sadness beyond repair.

The world famous B340

 “Note” Should I have taken one of these very similar photos out?

To be fair they were shot with different cameras.

“And I do love the strange panorama”.

I have to get inside.

UNHOLY GOD

The only two shots I was able to capture before the lights started flickering and droning like yelps filled the claustrophobic hallway.

Is that a women humming?

Realization is sinking in.

I’m not alone.

PLACARDS SUCH AS THIS ARE LOCATED THROUGHOUT THE SHIP

I move frozen in time, as a shadow made of forever comes from the right. I follow the spectral movement with my eyes, my hands now refuse to operate the camera.

Frantically turning again and again. Comprehending finally, that I have no idea where I am.

The staircase that was. Exists no longer.

Turning again, ending up nowhere.

Now really frightened for the first time. I charge into the weird moving light textures that sway through the passageway in search of the way up and out.

This time I’m certain something is behind me. I hear a soft indistinguishable sound.

That staircase is going the wrong way, impossible the mind screams.

The orbs alter your vision.

IS THAT THE HALLWAY OUT?

My God, it’s not going to let me out!

I turn panicked and hoped that finally, Ahh shit.

It was about here that I decided I am indeed the very worst who ever even attempted to scribe word to paper. Do I even try to finish this ridiculous nonsense?

The soft sound that now surrounds me grows more intense. Like the walls are breathing?

I’M LOCKED INSIDE THIS MAZE

That’s it, now just go backwards. Like tumbling up.

Open my eyes and I’m lying on the bed back in my room.

Nothing is what it seems. Dream and reality crash into each other as madness scatters about the room.

Ice cold beer is always an excellent decision.

The time is now. She’s here, I sense her.

Turned off all the lights, put on some Gorgoroth and reached out to the unknown.

As I arise from my own ashes The room greets me with three lights moving as if on a breeze.

The soundscape becomes distorted with the laughter of forgotten souls.

The darkness sings to me. She’s here, look how she moves as her white dress flows like spectral mist.

TOO LATE

The ship started to moan, followed by a severe clunk that sounded like metal falling from a great height. The lights moved in time with the sounds.

All the lights turn off.

I accept my fate and lay myself prone into my own “sick box”.

Falling asleep to moving lights and a giant steel hull decrying it’s aging against circumstance.

“EYES FLY OPEN”

4:20 in the A.M. Phone up and shoot towards that awful bathroom.

I dreamed of nothing.

I came home with the 36 bucks. They made me pay for parking with my card, the bastards. Changed the whole dream thing but as for trying to make it all come true? This was pretty close. Not only super fun but really enlightening.

Can’t recommend this adventure any higher.

Is it really haunted?

This is just a small list of some of the so called “Haunts”

I reached out to some relatives who had stayed on board for their terrifying tales but all said that nothing memorable had happened.

Strains of Maria Callas fill the air. I just love her lilt.

DJ TAJ 03/05-2025