Yesterday on my Mommy of a Monster Facebook page, I asked this Question of the Day: Would you visit a house that was said to be haunted?
Now my answer would be a very strong “Hells to the no,” even though I lived in one (story to come on Halloween!) and know that ghosts are around. Too many people I know personally have had too many ghost stories telling about things that they actually experienced to think they are all making it up.
My sister Angie had been on the Queen Mary before and had an encounter with a ghost. So I should’ve known better than to take her with me last year when I was invited to check out the Queen Mary Dark Harbor event…
I am terrified of ghosts and ghouls, zombies and the unknown. Could the Zombie Apocalypse really happen? Probably. Do I believe in ghosts? Yes. Jason’s mom, who passed away shortly after we were married and many years before we had kids, let me know that I was pregnant after doing our first attempt at in vitro (when I got pregnant with Ethan…story to follow there too.) But my experience with my sister on the Queen Mary last year was the scariest experience I’ve had so far with ghosts.
No, we weren’t drunk. No, we weren’t out looking for ghosts…as a matter of fact, we’d have prefer to avoid them at all costs!
Long story short, my sister attended the Queen Mary Dark Harbor event with me last year and we had a blast! After we had a ghostly encounter.
So you can watch this video and decide for yourself if I was making it up when I vowed that we had been visited by a ghost while in a bathroom on the Queen Mary. Like within a minute after the experience. We are talking to our long time friend Winter (whom I have told you about before) who thought we were both crazy for being afraid to go.
Uh, I should probably mention I drop an F-bomb and say shit. But if you’ve been reading Mommy of a Monster for any length of time, this won’t surprise you. That’s how I talk. If you meet me in person, I guess you should just expect an F-bomb…
A Ghostly Encounter Aboard the Queen Mary
Let me note that this wasn’t my first, second, or even fifth trip to the Queen Mary. This was just the first time I had a run in with a ghost, which I firmly believe that it was. Because that door creaked something awful when you opened it, and we only heard someone come in the door, not go out of it. Damn Angie. It’s all your fault since ghosts seem to follow you around. I still get goose bumps watching this because this scared the crap out of me!
Have you ever had a ghostly encounter?