With the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the most luxurious ship of all time, Titanic, I figured what a better place to hunt ghosts than here at the exact time she went down on April 15, 1912 at 2:20 A. M.. See most of the souls didn't die under the water, but above the water as most of them died from hypothermia. So now I am on my way to the site of the tragedy in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.
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As we get closer to the site of the tragedy that occurred here, I can't help but to feel a sense of sadness and foreboding, as my mind races to think of what those poor souls went through on that horrific night. All the anguish and anxiety, as people faced death right in the eye. And the bad thing they knew this and they knew there was no hope.
The pain the passengers must have felt as husband and wives and children said good-bye, and saying good-bye for the final time. I have a hard time trying to fathom, all the emotion that must have been felt on that terrible night. So, I want to try and capture some of that emotion that has been imprinted on time here, so that's why I am here going to a place that is not very desirable. How does one describe a place like this? It wouldn't be right not to feel reverence and respect for those that lost their lives here. I, myself, would not want to be in that situation because I really can't say how I would handle it.
Soon we arrive at the place where the biggest disaster in maritime history took place. It is so ironic that it took something like the sinking of Titanic to change maritime law so all ships were required to carry enough life boats to accommodate all passengers. I cringe when I think what it took to open man's eyes to this problem. The cost was fifteen hundred lives, but the good thing was it never happened again.
Right now it is April 15th about 1:30 A. M. and I must get ready to do my ghost hunting. I take out my digital recorder to pick up spirit voice I myself can't hear called EMF. I also have with me a K2 meter that picks up changes in electromagnetic changes thought to occur in the presence of a spirit. I also have a sprit box, where a spirit can manipulate a word data base with their energy within the box, making words I can understand. Also I have a thermal camera, which sees heat and if there is a spirit I might can pick up an image if their temperature is different than the ambient air, and a typical video camera so I am well prepared.
It is now 2:20 A. M., and this is the time 100 years that Titanic was in our world, then she sank into a dark watery tomb. At this time the bell of the boat rings and we take a minute of silence to pay homage to those that lost their lives here so tragically so long ago.
The feeling here seems to have drastically changed, it is so cold and there feels like static electricity all around. My hair is standing on end and I have goose bumps. I'm totally convinced I am feeling them.
By my feelings, I know they are around me, the first thing I want to do is show reverence and respect, so I say," I am here to communicate with you that is all. Please don't be afraid of me because I won't hurt you. You are past that now. I honor and respect each one of you for the sacrifice you were forced to make by nothing you did. I feel fate dealt you an unfair hand. I wish I could turn back the hands of time."
I check my thermometer and it is registering 45 degrees, then all of a sudden the temperature falls to 30 degrees, this tells me I am in the presence of those I so respect. Then my K2 meter starts going nuts with the flashing lights, I know they are here for sure. I am not afraid, as I start to feel overwhelming sadness and despair. This must be the feelings of those that died so tragically so long ago. I pick up my digital recorder and I ask" Is there any message you want to tell me, then the light on my recorder starts to flash, telling me there is response. So I immediately play the recording back and there as plain as day I can hear several voices saying" Help us"
Now that does make my hair stand on end, but I feel no fear, only sadness as to what these poor souls went through. I then think it is the perfect time to use the sprit box, I pick it up and say." I can't explain to you why you had to make such a sacrifice, but if you want to tell me anything, you can do so using this box. I will be able to hear you." Then logical words start coming through. The first word is "COLD" The second word is" Dark" This makes total sense. Then the sentence" Pray for us" Now that does strike me as sad.
After that I conclude my ghost hunt thinking I have enough proof and I don't want to bother these poor souls, but I do know I was in touch with the entities of the watery abyss