I’ve already posted one story here (My best friend and the Other Girl) and given the good reactions I got, I’m going to post this one too.
I’ve been interested in the Titanic sinking for the past four years, since I was eleven year old, and in my opinion, she was the most beautiful human creation ever. So modern for her age, so luxurious, so fast and most of all, so unsinkable. They called her the Ship of Dreams. After this experience, I can tell her she really was… because she haunts mine.
It was the 30th of May 2009, and that evening, I went to bed as usual. I had not done anything in particular about the Titanic that day, in fact, I hadn’t done much research in the past few weeks. I’d had a normal day, going out with my friends and having fun (it was a Saturday), and I fell asleep very fast and started dreaming.
I was sitting on a beach I hadn’t seen before, and the sea before my eyes was as still as ice. The sky above me was a colorless shade of grey, that reflected in the water in such a way that I could not tell where the sea ended and the sky began. There was no wind; everything was incredibly still and silent.
Then, out of the misty distance appeared a ship. She glided slowly toward me without a single wave in her wake. Her deck was empty, and I read on her side: Titanic.
Somehow she came very close to the beach, and a plank lowered itself – alone – down onto the sand. Then I felt an impulse to turn around, and out of the mist behind me came many people carrying suitcases, and wearing clothes in the style of the early 20th century. They were walking along the beach in groups of two, three or four people, or in families, talking and laughing together, children skipping beside their parents, some little boys dressed as sailors, some little girls wearing the same clothes as their sisters. As they passed me before walking up the plank and on board the Titanic, they greeted me, the children grinning at me, the maids curtsying, the men touching their caps. I recognized the captain of the Titanic as he took off his cap to me, with his uniform and his long white beard, just as he always had looked in the pictures.
Suddenly, I realized everything was completely silent. The passengers of the Titanic were talking to each other, the children were laughing, yet not a single voice was heard. It was terribly haunting.
As soon as I realized that, I drew myself away from the smiling faces, and sat up straight in my bed, completely awake. I was shaking all over, and tears were rolling down my cheeks. I was completely awake, but I still could see the long procession of passengers walking past my eyes, greeting me before boarding the Titanic. I cried and cried and cried as I watched them go past me.
Soon there was only one group of passengers to board: a family that I will not name, but that was my favorite family. The oldest girl walked up to me and smiled softly. She explained: “We started this voyage all alive. Now that we are all dead, we can end it at last…”
I sobbed, and the girl smiled at me again, then she turned away and boarded the Titanic with her family. As soon as they had disappeared into the bowels of the ship, the door closed, the plank disappeared and the ship started to glide away once more. I watched it disappear into the mist. When it was gone, the whole scene faded and my eyes were clear again, as I sat in my bed crying. I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next morning, it was a Sunday. As soon as I got out of bed, even before having breakfast, I went on a Titanic site to see if anything had happened. The words of my favorite little girl haunted me: “We started this voyage all alive. Now that we are all dead, we can end it at last…”
A sentence caught my eye, and my fears became true. The last Titanic survivor had died that night.
Sent in by Frances, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com