Dear Producers of A&E's Ghost Hunters,

Thank you for letting me share the uncanny experiences during my recent stay aboard the Queen Mary. As a renowned social blogger with a substantial following, there had been a growing buzz surrounding the historical cruiseliner. It was settled when my great aunt insisted on buying me a ticket as she had experienced the ship in its heyday. After a few clicks and a swipe on her cell phone, I was set to embark on a journey as a passenger in the notorious stateroom B340. I hope that my firsthand account of the two nights spent on the ship could provide valuable insights into the Queen Mary's paranormal activities.

One of the most eerie encounters I had involved the mirrors in my stateroom. They were all either cracked or cloudy, creating an unsettling atmosphere right from the start. Although the ship's music was contemporary, it added to the spooky ambiance. It occasionally played out of key or became distorted, and it often occurred at odd hours of the night, jolting me awake. It felt as if the ship had a mind of its own, especially in the evening.

After a restless first night, another oddity was the quality of the food I ordered. Regardless of what I chose from the menu, the food was never served hot. It was as if the ship itself was going to intentionally try to make me uncomfortable all week. Despite these unsettling experiences, I drew strength from my loyal social media supporters and took some photographs for the blog, which I intended to post later. As I made my way to the upper decks, the behavior of the other passengers on the ship caught my attention. There were no children at all, and the other adults appeared preoccupied, either engrossed in their cell phones or staring out over the rails into the ocean or scenery. It was as if they were intentionally trying to distract themselves from something ominous.


However, the most intense encounter took place when I saw a figure dressed in a World War II-style uniform. This soldier, captain or whoever he was, seemed to be in deep distress.   I heard a low menacing mumble while he alternated between crying and laughing, all while whispering the phrase "three moons" repeatedly. This  experience is something I'll never forget because for a moment, I felt as though I was the only passenger on this haunted ship.

To reiterate, my official stance is that the Queen Mary is indeed haunted. Although I'm willing to support and share my experiences with the producers of A&E's Ghost Hunters, I have decided not to board that ship again. Ultimately, I left on the second day of the seven-day trip.