I am just your average single mom with a son fascinated with ships. I took him to the Queen Mary for a few days on the way to Catalina Island, he knew the history of the ship, but neither of us at the time knew about the hauntings that are talked about. We were just excited to be on a part of history. We were just enjoying the old atmosphere.
There were not a lot of people staying on the ship at the time, so we were booked in the center of floor 2nd deck. We were so tired after running all day I did feel really strange at different parts of the ship, almost light headed and weak in the knees. I thought the ship moved but from what the staff said it doesn't.
The first night I had to get up several times because the water in the bathroom kept coming on, I just figured it was old. We kept our porthole open to enjoy the sea air but at least 5 times during the night it would slam shut. Now remember it opens in and it's heavy and so there was no breeze inside the room to close it. Again I just kept getting up and opening it.
About 2 am in the room across from us in our little hallway it seemed like a lot of people arrived, I could hear old music and the distinct sound of glasses being clinked together (toasting) and a lot of talking and whoever they were, they were enjoying themselves, but they were loud, so that first night I didn't get any sleep at all.
I went to the front desk the next morning before going to breakfast and asked if we could be moved because we had noisy neighbors, they looked for a minute and came back and said you don't have any neighbors-the closest to you is 5 rooms down.
Frustrated I just left and took my son to breakfast. On the tour the next day as we walked around to different parts of the ship I'd all of a sudden grab my spindly 10 year old on the shoulder as if he could hold me up. I felt weak as a kitten, like my legs had turned to jello, and when it came time to walk across the metal bridge over the boiler room. I just sat down on the ground in the midst of a crowded tour, my son came running across the walkway to see if I was okay and I had to be helped across the metal walkway.
We'd be walking along fine, happy, listening and taking everything in and out of nowhere, I just went blah, weak and absolutely had to sit. I justified everything-the ship is old, plumbing is old, the front desk assistant didn't speak English well so maybe she didn't understand me when I told her about our neighbors etc.
It wasn't until we were leaving and milling around the gift store that I saw a book called the Haunting of the Queen Mary and started to read a few stories that the hair on my arms stood up. I was glad we were leaving because if I had known before hand I certainly wouldn't have been so calm and matter a fact about things. My son had a great time and aside from a few odd things so did I, but weird things did happen and I am sure continue to happen.