In April of this past year I met some friends of mine Bridget and Robert aboard the RMS Queen Mary.  They are a married couple and they are very enthusiastic about paranormal investigation and the RMS Queen Mary.  They had reserved Room B474 on B-Deck.  This room has a reputation amongst RMS Queen Mary paranormal investigators.  One story has it that a man murdered his wife and children before taking his own life.  More about B474 at a later time.  One area we visited this day was the Engine Room and of course Door 13.   For those of you not familiar with the story of Door 13, a young fireman / Crew member aboard the ship was crushed to death by a watertight hydraulically operated door.   One story is it happened during a fire drill at sea.  Another urban legend is the young fireman was acting on a dare and playing a game of chicken with this door and lost.  One other story intimated by a former paranormal personality associated with the RMS Queen Mary is the young fireman was murdered.  They motive for this murder I cannot recall.

It was 1966 and maybe a year before the ship would take its last voyage before permanently docking in Long Beach California.  When the drill took place it was allegedly in the wee hours around 4:00 AM in the morning on July 10th.  John as he was known was found by his shipmates after the drill.  It is not clear if he was still alive when they found him.  Probably not as he had been crushed.  Not long after his death there were reports of a tall young man in coveralls with a beard who never spoke but people would see. 

In more recent times John has been known as a fun loving prankster who loves touching girls or pulling their hair ever so gently.  The video above is that of a audio recording utilizing an ITC application known as Echovox.  This application blends 4 channels of audio along with an echo or feedback function on a delay.  This can also be utilized at one channel of audio at a time.  In this instance all 4 channels were being blended.

As Bridget, Robert and I set up for our session here at Door 13 I began addressing John.  As you will hear in the audio, what sounds like a young man with a British accent responds and accuses me of bringing Bridget and Robert to the engine room (which I did).   I ask he how he is and he says "I'm fine".

January 2011, Rob Wlodarski, Wayne Bonner and I were aboard the RMS Queen Mary with the intent of making contact with passengers aboard the RMS Titantic.  Bob Davis of Planet Paranormal was part of that  group as well.  We did our EVP session down on G-Deck and after a late afternoon lunch Bob had to leave and Rob, Wayne and I were scheduled to investigate the ISO Ward area in the after part of the ship.

We were locked into the Iso Ward, just the three of us.  Literally a lockdown of the area if you will.  We had been in this area for about an hour when a unknown voice was heard very loud and clear.  We were all confused as we knew that nobody else was suppose to be in the Iso Ward.

I immediately went over to the starboard passageway and made my way back to the exit door where the guard had let us in and locked the door behind us.  This was a good 40 feet or more away from us.  The Iso Ward as with any small contained area would have sound reverberate and yet no foot steps or sound of somebody running down the passage way and no sound of the exit door being opened or closed. Yet nobody else was physically there to be seen.

Just my opinion here as there is no other explanation as there is no evidence anyone else was there, is this was a disembodied voice or AVP as Bob Davis likes to refer to them.  AVP means Audible Voice Phenomena.  Somebody once told me that Bob Davis was the person who coined this phrase.

We never heard from this unknown person again for the rest of the time in the Iso Ward.

The above audio Captured on B-Deck March 2014.

I am so addicted to the RMS Queen Mary and paranormal investigation that I cannot resist an opportunity to do both.   So I found myself one Saturday morning in March of this year doing exactly that. Both!  I was walking the decks of the great ship and running a video camera and my digital recorder.  My favorite places are the Iso Ward in the after part of the ship, the Engine Room or the Rudder Control Room.  Sometimes however, I walk the passageways where the hotel rooms are.  Also the conference rooms.  This morning I was by the forward stairwell which runs from R-Deck to  main deck.  Walking about, video camera rolling and digital recorder I wanted to find a quiet spot to do some EVP.   It was on B-deck next to the Third Class Nursery that I recorded a voice of a man saying a name quite clearly.  This name is most familiar to us in the paranormal field and where the RMS Queen Mary is concerned.   Of course the  person I think of when I hear this name may not be the person who is being addressed here.

Now, I did not hear this voice when it was recorded  it and, the area was devoid of other people.  See the video I also have here just to see how isolated I was there.   The name being called was "Peter".  Just once and very clear.  Nothing else  but "Peter".  I would feel honored if I knew the person or entity thought I was the Peter most often associated with the RMS Queen Mary.  Perhaps because I am tall like the  man named Peter and with white hair and have a mustache  we could have a case of paranormal mistaken identity.  Or then again Peter was there but being stealthy.  One never knows where Peter may show up. 

Picture of Peter James 

This is the Peter I always think of  in regards to the RMS Queen Mary and it's ghosts.

 Darkness is all around you but, you have the company of others just like yourself who have been herded into this steel cave, deep in the hull of this gigantic ship.  It's a tough way to cross the North Atlantic.  A distance of some 3,016 nautical miles between London England and New York City in the United States. If it was not war time and if you were not a prisoner, you may be traveling this same course in the lap of luxury on this very same vessel. 


The forward cargo hold was not intended for transporting human beings.  It is an uncomfortable, unforgiving environment, well below the waterline of the ship and could be freezing cold, depending on what ocean your sailing in.  Anyone who has spent time in this environment, especially those hunting ghosts as I do, will tell you that many strange things have been either heard, seen or felt.  And not just by a  few.  

It was winter time, and here in Southern California and  the weather can be many things.  I do not recall exactly what the weather was like this particular night, but I do remember the weekend before.  The weather was  nice.  Funny how that works.  The week before was an event called Ghost Fest III and a special weekend it was.  However the events of this night are much like that photograph where your lens is focused on the object that is front and center.  The back ground and the surroundings is a little fuzzy because you're focused on the subject.  

Eleven-thirty PM and as usual I await for the hotel's paranormal investigator to arrive.  I am a paranormal investigator as well, but this is his show, his gig and I am fortunate to be  allowed to volunteer my time.  Very thankful as well, because there are not many places like the Queen Mary. I owe a great deal to this man for allowing me to help out and experience the most haunted place in Southern California if not the entire country and/or the World.  That's what I think about her. She's a grand lady, and deserves our respect in many ways and for many things.  

It is eleven Forty-five PM and my friend arrives.  We greet each other and we both ask how the other has been.  We chit chat for a while about events of the week and then he heads off to the main lobby on A-Deck to meet the guests who will be on the night's tour  Some time later both he and the guests come walking up to where I am by the Paranormal Research Center.  While the guests are taken inside and given  a quick lesson on ghost hunting equipment and ghost hunting in general, I make my way down to the entrance of the 1st Class pool, two levels below, on R-Deck.

This was a time where we had access to the pool, without having to wait for hotel security to let us in.

I let myself inside and begin to explore.  My camera  and digital recorder on.  It is times like this which make it worth assisting on the tour.  A few moments of real ghost hunting on the haunted Queen Mary. 

You can lose yourself inside the 1st Class Pool.   A world in twilight.  Where shadows lend themselves  to an environment which can be eerily quiet only to be shattered by a screech of some kind.  Or perhaps a door being jostled by a would be ghost hunter like myself trying to make their way into this alluring setting, which at times seems like a parallel dimension, just outside of what we know as reality.  This compartment, which in terms of the amount of strange sounds and experiences, is only rivaled by two other places on this one time goddess of the sea. One of which, we will visit later in this tour.

"Welcome to the 1st Class Pool!"  and so begins our exploration, into what could be an evening some will never forget.   Soon after he has regaled our guests with a telling of  the strange things experienced in the pool area, our host cuts them loose to see if they find those ghosts.  

Between twelve forty-five AM and one AM our pool time has ended.  All present  and accounted for are lined up in the corridor just outside, on the starboard side of R-deck.  A quick head count and yours truly as the caboose, making sure there are no stragglers, we head forward to the cargo hold.  

R-deck, or at least this part of R-deck is not intended for general public.  It's like being in the basement of a parking structure, or office building or a large hotel.   Strictly pedestrian at best.  All the charm of your neighborhood alley way.  Perhaps,  this lends itself to the authenticity of our weekly ghost hunt.  Surely a place where ghosts may be.   

Our security guard for this evening joins us by the entrance to the archive area of the Queen Mary.  He is required to unlock the gate.  Art deco fixtures and furniture which use to occupy the cabins and state rooms of the one- time transatlantic ocean liner are kept in this place.  There are books with copyrights dating back to the first half of the Twentieth Century. On occasion when exploring this compartment I have felt an electrical current surround me and my sense of  being watched increase.  My first disembodied voice aboard the Queen Mary, took place among these remnants of her past.  

The guard stands aside as we all march forward and around the corner of the far bulkhead.  Our host lines everybody up and explains a little about the environment below, three decks down.  An area so dark that you cannot see your hand in front of your face. 

Metallic stair steps and steel bulkheads reverberate from 15 or 20 pairs of feet making their way down into the darkness of history.  Only God, and those souls who lived to experience those trying times could tell you what sort of emotions and human feelings this environment has been witness to.  Things imprinted in the darkness which beg to come to light.  Souls reliving what may be their last moments on this side of the veil of life, before crossing over.  Or, maybe those persons haunted by perceived guilt, who return to this place  to help those less fortunate.  Unfinished business they have. 

He stands in front of two steel doors.  On the other side of those doors, some fifteen or twenty feet below where he and the others stand, is a place unchanged for decades.  A place where for possibly those unseen to the mortal eyes, an unfinished war rages on.  Waiting, and watching for someone to take them home.  To tell them the war is over.  A friendly face, or familiar voice to comfort them and tell them everything will be okay.  As he stands there, in front of those doors, our guests surround him in a half circle and they hear the story of World War II prisoners who were kept in this area as the ship took them to New York City and from where they would be transported to prison camps in different parts of the United States.   They hear the horrible story of HMS Curacao, a light cruiser that was cut in two by the massive bulk of the Queen Mary as  it performed escort duty, chasing what might have been a German U-boat.  How 383 men died as HMS Curacao sank immediately.  

After the doors were opened and everyone was allowed to take a look into this place, about ten or so followed our host down a ship's ladder.  I stayed up top with those unwilling to follow.  While our host told those below of more things experienced in the pit of the cargo hold.  

Some time passes and I hear  "Jerry", my name, being called by our host.   I take a look inside the pit area and he asks if I can shine my flash light down on where he is sitting.  Next to him is a young girl who has joined us for the evening with her mother from Northern California.  Her school project is to write a paper on haunted places like the Queen Mary.  She is sitting to the right of our host, maybe two feet away.  She says that something is touching her and pulling her hair.  

"Do you have your camera Jerry", asked the host.   "Yes, I have it right here".  He asks me to take some photos of the girl and I do.   Her hair is in a pony tail and it appears to be lifted up with clumps separated as if invisible fingers were protruding through.  One of the other guests sitting just on the other side of the girl, has a thermocouple  and reports a significant drop in ambient temperature.

Having knowledge of such things as magician's wire used to create illusions our host runs his hand, without touching the girl, just behind her  head and back.  There is no wire or other device that may be used.  It is dark, but, with her sitting so close to our host,  it would be difficult to pull off such an illusion and to what purpose?  For a thrill?  Not likely.  

Later, as I reviewed the photos it was clear to see how the pony tail was being lifted up and separated.  In a subsequent photo  the hair is laying flat on the back of her neck with no separation evident.  

Many times I have heard my friend, our host, say he has never personally experienced the paranormal and he is still reluctant to admit to some extent what I know he witnessed this night.  But that is okay, because you have my words, to let you know what was witnessed .  

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When one door closes another opens they say.   For myself and my buddy Pat, the door to the Forward Cargo Hold had been permanently closed.  One of the most active and haunted locations aboard the RMS Queen Mary and , now we were forbidden to visit.  your guess is as good as any.  We heard multiple excuses from a busted pipe flooding the pit of the cargo hold to, they had caught others stealing items from the area I refer to as Ebay City or the archive of the ship.  This is the area where old furniture and painting and fixtures and books, yes, even books are deposited until they can figure out what to do with them.  Anyways, the ship / hotel no longer welcomed their own tour into the area.

So a door was closed to us  but, keep in mind that this is the RMS Queen Mary and baby, she is one haunted ship.   

It has been a few years now since that January of 2010.  January 23rd to be exact.  This was going to be an eventful year for me on this ship.  I just didn't know it yet.  With maybe the best photos ever captured by anyone to be captured by me.  But, that is a story for another time.  

 My buddy Pat, who was the host of this tour, would keep the night's guests in the paranormal Research Center for a while and explain to them the proper use of equipment.  While he was doing that I would be allowed to venture into the 1st Class Pool and sometimes spend as long as a half hour in there by myself before the tour came down and I had to let them in.  We would spend  about 40 minutes in the pool area and sometimes as few as 20 minutes.  Depending upon  the group and how enthusiastic they were.  We always were considerate of not rushing people and giving them time to explore.

Next we'd head over to Boiler Room 2 and 3 and the Green Room.  This area was dark and ominous.  It was huge and probably seemed like a giant steel cave to some people.  I know it did to me when I first saw it.  If there was any place you could point to and say that this place looks haunted then the boiler room was it.   It seemed to go on forever.  Three large rooms / compartments combined.  And the floor we  walked onto and, were standing on was not even the true deck or bottom of this compartment.  It was a false floor about 8 to 9 feet above the actual deck.    Separating   Boiler Room 2 and 3 was the
"Disney Stage".   A stage area built back in the day when the Disney company was managing the ship.  I've been told they actually had live performances on this stage. 

The  Green Room is a little box of a room that, according to what I was told, had been set up to allow the performers a place to take a break between acts.  During our tours, this Green Room was utilized to show our guests the effects of total darkness on the eyes and the mind.   

If we had a large group, 25 to 30 people, we could not fit them all into the Green Room.  So we broke up the guests into two groups of 10 to 15 people each. While Pat led one group into the Green Room, I would hold court with the others and we would do EVP and discuss the boiler rooms and the strange things which have been experienced in them or I'd let them tell me and the others about their past ghost experiences. 

Our final two stops for the evening / morning were the Engine Room and then the Rudder Control room. In the Engine Room it was Door 13, the hydraulic, water tight door which according to the story crushed the life out of a young fireman who was found by his shipmates.  It is said, he roams the Engine Room and, is a mischievous  prankster.    And, he loves the young ladies.  Poor John was only 18 when he passed on.   

Pat held court at Door 13 and, told the story of young John and also the story of an apparition that Pat sees ever so often down the passage way on the lower starboard side.   A person wearing dark slacks and shoes, climbing this giant gear wheel.  Pat says he has seen the unknown person many times.  Thinking perhaps it was a member of ships' security.  Then he let the group loose to explore the Engine  Room and try to find those ghosts.  I told Pat I was moving up to the Rudder Control Room to set up for the EVP session. 

To get to the Rudder Control Room you have to climb two escalators that have never operated since I've been helping with these tours.  The first set from the lower level of the Engine Room to the deck just above is not a short one.  I've tired myself out many times walking up those steps.  Escalator steps are not made for people to just walk up them like a regular set of stairs.  No, with these you feel like your lifting those knees to get over the high hurdles on the 440 track.  Fortunately for me there is about 30 feet of level deck between the two escalators and I can catch my breath.   

Once I was into the Rudder Control Room I made my way back to the very back of the compartment and set up between two gigantic, hydraulic rams which in their day was part of the control mechanism to turn the rudder and steer the ship.  As I set up my recorder and video cameras I thought about all the EVP caught in this compartment.  About the story of what appeared to be a ship's officer seen by tourist who believed  he worked for the ship.  He stood in the back behind the starboard side ram and they tried to talk to him but he would not respond to them.  They reported that  he finally turned his back on them and walked into the storage area at the after end of the compartment .  He vanished and was not to be seen again on that day. 

I had been in the compartment about 15 minutes and doing EVP work.  It was as quiet as a library.  Pat and the group finally showed up and they all situated themselves around the front end of the two rams.  Both port and starboard sides.  I cannot say for certain when the incessant pounding began.  My best recollection was it was  about the time we started the group EVP session.  I was dumbfounded and frankly so was Pat.  I could see the perplexed look on his face and new the wheels in that engineer's mind of his was turning, trying to figure out a logical reason for us to be hearing this pounding.  This was the very back end of the ship and this compartment sits at the water line of the ship and we are essentially under water in this room.  Of course the water is kept out by the hull of the ship. 

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom it went on  and on.  "Is this you we are hearing?!"  I yelled out the question.    "If it is you, could you please confirm for us by stopping  your pounding?!"   The pounding  slowed down and then effectively came to a stop.  We all stood there looking at each other.  "Okay, now, if you could confirm for us one more time, this is you and start  pounding again, please?"  And so it started up and was even louder.  Pat asked me a question I did not quite understand and I said "It's behind me!"  To me it sounded like the pounding was coming from the storage area to the portside just behind me.  Pat utilized his thermocouple to check the ambient temperature readings.  There was a security guard with us and he went out of the area and to surrounding areas to see if he could find a source for the pounding.  But, there was no logical source to be found.  At one point when it was quiet I asked "Can you see us?"  After the session a young man told me that at that point he heard a clear voice which sounded like it was right next to him say "yes!"  On the recording you will listen to,  you can hear a voice say "Yes".  In the days to come, Pat would check with the ship's  maintenance department and they told him there were no crews working on the ship at that time.  After all, it was 3:30 AM in the morning.  No logical explanation that a debunker would latch onto like a warm blanket on a cold night, could be found.  It was an experience I will always remember and best of all, it really happened and I was surrounded by witnesses to the fact.  Including my buddy Pat who is very skeptical on most things and ship's security. 

Listen to the audio above and see what you think.

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WARNING: The above Audio track does include a profanity (f-bomb).  If you are offended by such please do not listen to this audio.  The choice is yours

The paranormal seems to be part of the fabric of civilization.  Stories of poltergeist, banshees, witches, and shadow people can be found in every niche of human history.  Just as many religions speak of one God, so are there stories of specters, ghosts and demons in every human language on this planet.  Just as there are places of hallowed ground.  Sacred and revered, there are also those places known for what is considered strange goings on.  Notorious for being a place of haunting and strange events.  The RMS Queen Mary, a historical ocean liner that is renowned for her service to the free world during World War II and for being a desired vessel for international travel during her heyday, is also, a place with great notoriety  for being the home to many strange occurrences and ghosts!  That is why I count myself as being so very lucky, to have had the opportunity spend a great deal of time exploring that paranormal world which resides within the bulkhead of this great ship.

For a few years, I was part of a  weekly tour aboard the RMS Queen Mary.   Known as the Paranormal Investigation tour, every Friday night into the following Saturday morning, we led those curious about the ghostly side of the Queen Mary, into her depths.  

One January in 2009 there was an event aboard ship in regards to the paranormal.  Celebrating it, if you will allow.  The event was known as Ghost Fest.  It was the third Ghost Fest to be exact and one of the benefits of helping on the weekly tour I previously mentioned, was being able to take part in this event.  People came from all over to attend.  And why not?  We are talking about a paranormal event on perhaps the most haunted ship in the United States if not the world.    

Ghost Fest provided a wonderful opportunity for myself and some others to explore the ship and investigate the goings on.  This night, two of my fellow paranormal investigators, Brian Simpson an investigator from Colorado and Matt Schulz, a tech guy from a San Diego Paranormal team and I, decided we would seek out opportunities to do some EVP work and, try to capture some evidence of the spirits who reside on the ship. After a quick conference amongst the three of us, we all decided the 1st Class Pool was the most desirous place to investigate.  We all felt the sooner we made our way down to the pool, ahead of any of the tours taking place as part of Ghost Fest, the better. 

From the exhibit hall we made our way down a flight of stairs which leads into the engine room.  We moved through the upper level to the lower level of the engine room and out to  lowest level of the exhibit hall, onto G-Deck. This area was once a boiler room and now was a venue for conventions and other sorts of entertainment and interests.  We walked across the  vast expanse of this area, forward to an elevator which would take us up to the deck where we would make our way through a maze of hallways and a bridge crossing over the expanse of Boiler Room 2.  This would lead us to starboard side and eventually to the double doors through which we gained access the lower level of the 1st Class Pool.   

You walk into the 1st Class Pool and it is like you have entered a portal where time has stood still the last 70 plus years.  It's wondrous  and, catches your attention the second your inside.  The pool was the center piece of a ship which was designed and cultivated by many great artist.   The ceiling is a master piece onto itself.  A sliver, cambered, mother of pearl surface covers the ceiling, and reflects the light and, adds to the atmosphere.  The acoustics of the compartment allow for some reverberation and echo.  It was because of this acoustical element we decided to do our EVP session within the Changing Room. 

Ddark and confining place, with sparse room for maneuvering, the Changing Room has its own element of the paranormal.  Perhaps a darker side to this beautiful edifice.    There are other dark places within the Queen Mary but, the Changing Room holds its own, believe me.  Some have come to experience the vortex which they say exists in this narrow room.  Some have sensed a menacing presence which apparently likes to intimidate the females who wonder in.   

The blackness in this chamber is only sparsely interrupted by the light, which leaks in from the outer pool area.  If you do not carry a flash light or some other source of artificial light, you will not be able to see the features of others who may be with you or your own hand held in front of your face.  Still, despite the darkness and the knowledge of a menacing presence, there have been times I have sat by myself on the deck of the Changing Room and felt very peaceful. 

The three of us made our way inside and took a place about midway between the portside and starboard side entrances.   It was maybe ten feet either way, from where we sat, to the entrances.  

Each of us of took a stall and sat down in front of it.  Brian sat across from me and Matt to the right of me.  We turned our recorders on and marked the time.  Approximately 10:30 PM.  All lights were turned off and we kept watch of both ends of the Changing Room.  The questions asked were whatever seemed logical.  Primarily we were addressing any possible passengers from back in the day.  They were questions about their lives and the time period they lived in. 

We encouraged them to interact with us.  Effect the KII meters or walk past us and see the lights of the KII meters light up.   We asked them to touch us or speak aloud so we could hear them in real time.  

While I was observing the portside entrance to the room, there appeared to be a dark shape, which hovered low to the deck.  It seemed to emanate from a changing stall near that end.  I can only describe it as having a human like face which was trailed by an extremely black and shapeless form.  I would have to classify this sighting as a personal experience for myself, as Brian and Matt did not see it.  I was also witness to what appeared to a mist of yellow or light green particles which appeared before my eyes and travel past us.  I described this to the others but they did not see it. 

Approximately twenty-five minutes into our EVP session, as we talked amongst ourselves, there is the sound, a large click or pop. "Woh!..............what was that?" Brian exclaimed.  Matt immediately was trying to determine what made that noise and he asked me about it.  I had no explanation of what had just happened or what we had just heard.    Upon inspection it was determined all the recorders and the KII meters were fine and undamaged. 

In response to this strange sound, we encouraged whomever, to continue and show us more.  I reassured the spirits that it was not our intent to chase them out or harm them.  "I don't care if you stay here for the next three-hundred years!", I said, to whomever was listening.  Not long after this, we all heard keys jangling and footsteps in the pool area and our assumption was it might be hotel security walking through.  "Whatever you do, don't come in the changing room!", I spoke out loud.   Matt seemed a little concerned we may get chased out of there and I wanted to tease him just a little.  I didn't share his concern, as this was Ghost Fest and, I am sure that security was aware there may be ghost hunters throughout the ship. 

This all went on for a couple minutes until we noticed something on the deck by Brian's leg. 
Where  did this object come from we all wondered.  We had not noticed it when we first sat down.  Brian picked it up and one of us said "It's a bobby pin!"  It may have been Brian who said this.  I remember asking Brian to let me examine it and he handed it over to me.  "Throw it!" Brian enthusiastically requested.  So, I did throw it against the side of the changing stall Brian sat in and the resulting sound prompted Brian to exclaim, "That's it!"  Indeed it seemed to be.   For the bobby pin to hit the side of the stall Brian sat in and land where it did, it would have had to come from just to the right of where Matt was sitting.   

Upon review we discovered there was also a Class "A" EVP captured of a male voice which emphatically let loose with and F-bomb as it is known. 

We also turned over our recordings to a known EVP expert and he confirmed for us that he believed the EVP and evidence to be genuine.  We all had caught the original sound of the bobby pin hitting the side of the changing stall and, the EVP.  The EVP was loudest on Matt's recorder and this made sense as his recorder would have been closest to the direction the bobby pin was thrown from.  

Who was it?  What was it?  We know that nobody  had come into  the Changing Room while we sat in there. Nobody of flesh and blood that is.  Also, the strange entity with human face and dark mass was seen by me just minutes to this occurring.  The misty field of light yellow or green particles appeared in front of me and passed me, in the direction of Matt,  just moments prior to the bobby pin being thrown and the EVP.  The three of us know for ourselves, it did happen.  We saw it, we experienced it and we'll never forget it.

 

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Many exciting things have happened to me aboard the RMS Queen Mary.  I've been patted on the back of my shoulder by unseen hands in the boiler room.  I've heard disembodied voices throughout the ship. I saw an apparition once.  One thing that will always stand out in my top ten list of things I experienced in my time as an assistant host for the Friday night Paranormal Investigation Tour aboard ship and as an investigator who has logged many hours within her bulkheads, one thing I am always grateful for was getting to know Captain Arthur Henry Rostron.  Sir Arthur if you do not mind.  Yes, he was Knighted for his heroic deeds in saving lives.  He  enabled the rescue of hundreds of survivors from the catastrophe which was the sinking of RMS Titanic in 1912.  This was while he was the Captain of the RMS Carpathia.

Sir Arthur put to sea as a young lad at the age of 13.  He progressed through his career and obtained rank after rank as his performance was outstanding.   The Captain was also a reserve Naval Officer and he served in the Japan-Russo War of 1911. It was when he returned from this war that he became the Captain of the RMS Carpathia.  RMS Carpathia steamed out of New York on April 11, 1912 and the RMS Titanic struck the ice berg on April 12, 1912, the very next day.  It was when Carpathia returned to New York with survivors in hand that the complete tragic story of Titanic first became known to the world. 

Rostron Bio-information provided by:  http://www.encyclopedia-titanica.org/titanic-biography/arthur-henry-rostron.html.

 RMS Mauretania:  In May 1935 her furnishings and fittings were put up for auction and on 1 July that year she departed Southampton for the last time to Metal Industries shipbreakers at Rosyth.[23] One of her former captains, the retired commodore Sir Arthur Rostron, captain of the RMS Carpathia during the Titanic rescue, came to see her on her final departure from Southampton. Rostron refused to go aboard Mauretania before her final journey, stating that he preferred to remember the ship as she was when he commanded her.

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Mauretania_(1906)

 The construction of the Queen Mary represented the zenith of passenger ship building for Cunard. Plans began for a new record breaking liner to replace the Mauretania as early as 1926. It was not until 1930, however, that Cunard announced that a new 1000 ft, 81,000 ton liner was to be built by John Brown & Co Ltd. The keel of the ship was laid down on 31 January 1931. The building proceeded well and the launch was scheduled for May 1932. On 11 December 1931 the Cunard Board announced that work on the ship was to be suspended. The world economic depression had hit the shipbuilding industry and Cunard were forced to pay all outstanding bills and lay off the Clydeside workforce indefinitely.

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So as you can see there is a connection  between Captain Rostron, as RMS Queen Mary essentially replaced RMS Mauretania.  My personal thoughts being that since Mauretania is no longer around, perhaps the good Captain finds comfort in the surroundings of RMS Queen Mary and visits her.   All is pure conjecture on my part but reasonable when you consider the following.

In January 2011 four investigators met aboard the RMS Queen Mary with hopes of making some contact with spirits from the RMS Titanic.  They were myself,  Rob Wlodarski of I.P.R.O., Wayne Bonner of I.P.R.O. and Bob Davis of Planet Paranormal. 

It was during this session that a very startling thing occurred.  One of the Ovilis devices which speaks words after theoretically being influenced by spirit energy kept repeating a word during this session.  It wasn't until Bob Davis realized there was a picture of an individual from the Titanic tragedy that fit what was being said that we discovered who.  Bob grabbed the picture and showed us.  To paraphrase, Bob showed us the picture and said Rostron!   The Ovilis is saying Rostron!  And as soon as that happened we began to see a multitude of responses from the lights of the KII meters going off and we asked if this indeed was Captain Rostron communicating with us and the KIIs reacted again. 

In April of 2010, as was my practice on Friday nights when I was assisting on the Friday night Paranormal Investigation tour, I would come aboard ship between 9:00 and 10:00 PM.  I would roam the ship and take photos and do EVP.  At the time I had no thoughts of the RMS Titanic or Captain Rostron.   I honestly  did not know who he was.

On this night I roamed into the Mauretania Room on M-deck. Many random photos were taken by me in this room.  In particular are three photos that are the most astounding photos I have ever taken.  I looked at them upon review and at first I thought I had captured my own reflection in the glossy wall in the starboard side of the room.  So I actually put them away and did not look at them again until  months later.  When I  did happen to look at them again it struck me that this was not my face.  Not even close!  Plus the fellow in the picture appeared to be wearing a Boler hat/Derby and a heavy coat.  It clearly was not me.  I sent the pictures around to various investigators for an opinion.  One of the  few that actually responded to me was Bob Davis and he found the pictures very interesting. 

Later on I was motivated to find a picture of Captain Rostron not in uniform and perhaps wearing a derby and I did.  The picture I found looked so much like the photo I had captured it was beyond belief.  I will not post the comparison shot here but if you would like to see it then my friends Brian Clune and Bob Davis have a new book out called "Ghosts of The Queen Mary" and you can order this book or actually purchase it aboard ship. I have included my original photos herein for your viewing.


Captain Roston has continued to make his presence known since the day in January 2011.  There were three more investigations regarding the Titanic through April of 2011 and the Captain  was believed to have been contacted in all those.   In December 2013 I performed an Echovox session in the engine room aboard the RMS Queen Mary and I believe Roston's name is mentioned several times.  A video of that Echovox session is included  here in as well.