The Whispers of The Queen Mary

The Queen Mary never truly sleeps.

Long after the last tourists leave and the echo of footsteps fade from her polished decks, the old ocean liner exhales-slow with memory. The air grows colder in pockets, as though unseen doors have opened between worlds.

In the third class swimming pool,  the waterless tiles still drip with sound. Soft splashes echo where no water remains. A little girl’s laughter sometimes carries across the room. She drowned h