I was on Titanic!

I've been on that ship at least 3 times now. I don't know how I get in, but I always remember trying to get out.



The first time I tried to go up the main stairs, there was this maid on the side, smiling and cleaning, minding her own business. There was no water on the floor, and when I opened the door, I saw the sunlight, and I was out.



The second time I tried to get out, the maid lady stared at me and my group, and kept staring as we walked up the stairs. It's not like she was freaky or anything. She was a young and a pretty maid lady. It was just weird that she stared at us. And when we opened the door, we didn't see the sunlight. We saw another room. We had to walk around for hours before finding the exit.



This time, last night, my friends and I were in this glass room, and we were able to see below the ship. We saw the dance floor, dining rooms, marble stairs, all below us. They were frozen in time and filled with water. It was breath taking and heart wrenching at the same time.



It was time for us to go. We found the same stairs we had found the other 2 times. The maid was there, staring at us. This time, there was water crawling down the stairs. We panicked and ran up. The maid lady stared at us again. We opened the door, and with no surprise, found no sunlight. We were in another room.

But this time, we weren't able to walk around and find another exit. It was a small room. On one side, there were stairs but you couldn't see beyond the first step. Pitch black. On the other side, there was a small rectangular puncture on the bottom of the wall. I didn't even try to bend down and look at what was in it.

Then, one of my friends pointed at the rectangle in the wall and yelled something. I looked down. There were two hands trying to grab for our feet. I jumped up. We all yelled something. What the heck? What is that?

Oddly enough, I was not scared. I poked the hand with my finger. The hand tried slapping me away. I poked it again, and it tried slapping me again, annoyed. It was weird, but it was fun. I slapped the hand. The hand got frustrated and went back into the whole. We all laughed.

Then, we got up and turned toward the stairs because we saw someone coming towards us. It was one of our friends, but she was pale and she was showered in blood. She started attacking us with a hair brush. I obviously blocked the hair brush with my arms and said, "Ow." Then I kicked her down the stairs and she rolled down. She ran toward us again. I kicked her again. She ran. I kicked. And again and again. Soon enough, she got tired and stopped.

Out of nowhere, this old man came through the doors. We all froze and stared at him. He kept walking, straight to the wall. He disappeared through the wall.

What the heck just happened!? We all said. Then, we started to see it. There was a faint light coming through the walls. They were in the shapes of stairs. We nodded. I walked into the wall first.

I went straight through the wall and walked up the white stairs. At the top, there was a little light hole. I went in. And I was out. Sunlight.


P.S. Images are from google and flickr.