Before reading this story, please keep in mind
that I had not known that a person had died in the engine room of the Queen Mary until I read about the particulars online. I had absolutely no prior knowledge that a person was crushed to death in the engine room, until after I returned from my visit to the Queen Mary, and read about it on your web site.
My mother and I stayed in cabin M155 on the Queen Mary, from November 24th through November 27th, 2000.
The first night in room M155, I was sound asleep. I woke up from that deep sleep due to the oppressive heat that suddenly and mysteriously appeared in the room from a source that I could not discern. It must have been about 1:00 am. A few moments after I had awoken, I heard banging noises from immediately above my bed, and then from an area that seemed to be down the hallway and far away.
I just assumed that it was the hotel employees moving something.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, from an area that seemed to be inside my cabin near the door, I heard a childlike voice whispering, "Please..."
Try as I might, I could only make out the word "please". The rest of what was being said was unintelligible.
That Sunday I met up with a friend of mine from San Diego. Having some free time on our hands, we decided to go explore the ship. We walked the A and B decks, which I considered creepy. After not really finding anything that got our attention, we decided to take the elevator back to M deck (as in M155).
Unfortunately, when we arrived at what I thought was my floor, we found out that the M deck was not the M deck at all.
Suddenly the M deck had become the engine room.
The elevator we were on had other decks listed on the buttons for floors we did not know existed. I exited on the M floor while my friend remained in the elevator, since he did not know if we were allowed to be on that floor.
I noticed the door to the engine room was not locked and a tiny bit ajar. I tried to get my friend to go in, however he did not want to get into any trouble. So I cracked the door open a little and took a quick peek inside.
I only saw some display mannequins and nothing more.
Since my friend did not wish to go any further, I got back on the elevator with him. We pressed the button for the B deck, the deck we had originally come from. The elevator doors closed, but stayed cracked a little, as they would not close fully.
Suddenly the elevator doors reopened. We pressed the button again, and still the elevator would not budge.
We tried all the other floors, including the one we had just come from; however, the doors just kept on doing the same thing. Closing and reopening. Closing and reopening.
The more frantically we pushed the buttons and the seconds ticked by without the elevator moving, the more we began to panic. The thought of being stuck on that engine room floor terrified us somehow.
Finally, my friend pressed the button for the promenade floor. Much to our relief, the button lit up and the elevator slowly began to move upwards.
Although this might not seem like much to the casual reader, it certainly was extremely frightening for the several moments that we could not return to the floor from which we had started our journey.
The next day, my friend from San Diego told me that when he tried to sleep the night before, he also felt warm and thought he had heard someone whispering.
Although these stories prove nothing, I certainly believe that the Queen Mary has a lot of unseen guests onboard who are not paying customers of the hotel...