I’ve been on large container ships up and down the coast here. Whenever you’re in the middle of a storm its quite exciting. Its hard to describe the sea in the middle of a storm. The swells get huge and rough. When lightning hits the sea you see it light up a huge area and start to froth.

The scariest though is being on the bridge in a trough between two swells and seeing the water rising up on either side of you like a wall.



On the Pacific side of South America, I believe we were off the coast of Peru or Chile, can’t quite remember…….I was working night shift so I was out on the flight deck to watch the sun come up. Strangest damn thing I’ve ever seen….the ocean was dead calm like a lake. Seriously, no ripples, no waves, just dead calm. Like you found a small pond up in the mountains that was completely undisturbed.

The moon was bright in the sky still as the sun had not yet begun to rise but there was still a lot of light from it. The moon made it feel all the more eerie. And besides the noise from the ship, it was completely silent. One of the weirdest experiences I’ve ever felt.


27 People Share the Creepiest Things They've Witnessed on the High Seas


I was caught in an electrical storm while fishing. This was in Lake Ontario, running 8 foot graphite rods on downriggers. I was standing on the deck watching the rods, and I noticed blue sparks start jumping from rod to rod. A split second later, lightning struck directly behind the boat. That was probably the loudest natural sound I will ever hear in my life.



This story is terrifying and awesome at the same time. I enjoy sailing and like to take long trips on my uncles boat. We usually try to sail along the East or West coast of the US, but one year he was stationed in Japan, and I got the opportunity to travel to Japan. (Great place to visit)

I was sailing by the coast of Okinawa, when a thunderstorm started up in the middle of the night. Strangely, the ocean was completely still and the weather was giving us a wonderful light show. Lightning would strike the water and light up everything around us. Suddenly, lighting struck near our boat and we saw the most incredible sight. Jellyfish. Jellyfish everywhere. There’s were not the usual jellyfish that you see around the US, these things were HUGE. The lightning would strike the water, and the jellyfish would light up. The ocean literally looked like it glowed purple and red that night.



When I was younger, my dad and I went deep sea fishing all the time. The creepiest thing that ever happened to me was when we decided to do a little more surface fishing further out on the open ocean, rather than fish for grouper and whatnot. So I’m sitting with my feet off the edge of the boat, and my dad hooks a fish. It seems pretty big, based on the way it was pulling, so I look over to see if he needs help.

Then something slowly brushes my legs. I looked down and there was a 4-5′ barracuda brushing against my legs. I froze, and seconds later it shot off. When my dad felt the line go slack, he started reeling in faster. The barracuda had bitten off most of the fish. It was only a mouth on a hook, really. Pretty creepy.



I am in the US Coast Guard, and I recently was assigned to a ship. I was going through our log books to look up something and noticed that on the bridge a “Unknown Blue Light” was observed beneath the waters surface the night before. This intrigued me so I started looking through more of the logs.

Apparently every 2-3 weeks they enter lights of varying colors in places you would not expect. Usually white, red or green lights are on the horizon, or in the sky (ships and aircraft). But they seem to report colored lights under the water, sometimes moving around, sometimes stationary. Lights in the sky moving at extreme speeds then immediately stopping or disappearing altogether. Sometimes lights are visible to the naked eye but when we try to look at it with FLIR or Night vision they are undetectable.

I dunno, not that creepy but was pretty interesting to me.



During my time in the Navy, we once transited through the Bermuda Triangle at night. Being the Navy, there was plenty of people playing on the whole errieness of our location as it was. But at one point I stepped outside to have a look. It is typically quite dark on a Navy ship in the middle of the ocean at night, so it was quite a shock to see the water actually glowing green where we were. It looked a lot like we were sailing through an ocean full of the chemicals you find in light sticks. It’s pretty wild to see, especially in the triangle. I found out later that it was most likely bioluminescence from plankton in the water.



Merchant seaman here. I have traveled world wide with over 50000 miles under my belt having crossed the Atlantic, Indian and pacific oceans multiple times.

The thing I have seen a few times that really creeped me out were whilst on watch at night. And on several occasions witnessed meteorites similar if not bigger to the ones caught on dash cams in Russia. Also seemingly close to the ship. Even audible to the human ear if outside on the bridge wings.

Spectacular sights but also kinda terrifying.



Nothing particularly specific. I’ve been sailing all my life and have somewhere around 6,000 sea miles as well as years and years of inland dinghy racing experience.

The sea just does strange things sometimes. Wind against tide and underwater obstacles causing weird currents create unnatural waves and it starts to feel like the sea is just throwing water at you at random.

Fog at sea at night really fucks up your senses too. Everything is quiet and you can’t see anything but the boat immediately around you. You keep looking for lights on other ships and listening for fog horns or the sound of engines in the distance and your brain starts playing all manner of tricks on you. In a busy shipping lane it’s a serious business and in a very real way it could be life or death if you miss a ship that hits you and sinks you. You start to see lights everywhere around you. You start hearing engines creeping up on you. You stop your boat and cut the engine to see if you’re hearing anything real and you enter an even stranger world of sensory deprivation. It’s eerie as hell.

Also, I’ve just remembered: A full solar eclipse.

We saw one in the middle of the English Channel and it was the strangest thing. There was thin cloud but the sun was visible through it. We were within the total eclipse zone and could see the shadow coming from miles away. It looked like the biggest, most angry storm I’ve ever seen. Generally the darker the clouds the more it’s going to hurt. This was a darkness as dark as is possible at sea during the day. Talked to my dad about it afterwards and we both felt a real uneasiness getting worse and worse the nearer it got. Our bodies and subconscious were readying us for dealing with a really shitty/dangerous situation.

It was just like how people sometimes describe sending a ghost. A cold chill and feeling really on edge. It really was like a ghost storm.

A lot of sailing becomes instinctual after a while and you get a feeling about what’s coming from watching the clouds and waves off on the horizon. The eclipse gave off every sign of absolute nastiness but passed without any real world effect other than darkness. Really creepy.



This was maybe 10 years ago, and I was sailing with my family, moving a sailboat from the Connecticut shore to Boston, and this happened on an extremely foggy day. I also remember the day being pretty windless as well so we were just motoring along instead of sailing.

Now, the general procedure for sailing in such thick fog is to use radar and foghorns to try to prevent any collisions from happening. At some point we started hearing huge, loud horn blasts, just repeating from somewhere to our right in the fog. It seemed normal enough, someone signalling their position to anyone in the vicinity, then after maybe 15-20 minutes of sailing and listening to these horn blasts, we eventually came upon what was making them. Maybe 100 feet from our boat, a huge ass submarine appeared, and looked like it’s just sitting still. The weird thing was the suddenness of its appearance.

Maybe not the creepiest thing in this thread, but an enormous black shape appearing out of the fog at sea was pretty creepy to me at the time.



Seeing the green flash is always cool.

Looking out on the sea from a periscope is pretty neat, having dolphins play with your sub and you can seem them all around you, but your point of view is at sea level is one of the coolest things I’ve ever experienced. It’s like they were playing with me!

The strangest thing I’ve ever seen though was off the coast of Africa the sea and the sky all just became the same. Not just the same colour, but the sea and the sky visually became just one thing. Other ships in the vicinity just appeared to be floating in the air. Our ship at the waterline just disappeared into the same uniform gray. It’s what I imagine things would look like in space. I have no idea what caused it and can’t find any pictures of it. It was the single weirdest thing I have ever seen at sea.



Not so much seen, but definitely heard. I’m in the Navy and about 12 years ago I was standing watch in a Submarine engine room. We were underway, can’t for the life of me remember where to, from, or just making circles. It was the mid watch and I sat down to catch up on some logs.

That’s when I heard a woman’s voice and felt the hairs on my neck stand straight up. (No women on subs then) I got up, looked around and found the other watches shooting the shit or doing their daily tasks. I thought maybe I had dozed off and dreamt it. I sat back down and heard it again, and it sounded like it was coming from outside the hatch I was sitting under. I said “fuck this shit” out loud and went to just be around the other guys on watch. I still get chills thinking about it, even now.



My Dad spent years at sea and has many stories from his time on tanker ships as an engineer. One time the ship was being slowed down by something they couldn’t explain, mechanically fine, turns out they had a large dead whale wrapped around the bow of the ship slowing them down.

But the creepiest story was a simple one, the crew was shark fishing off the bank of a smaller tanker ship, basically attaching meat chunks to hooks and throwing them off the back to trawl in the ocean (South east asia/australia area). My dad for fun made up this large (steel alloy? Described it as being incredibly durable) hook to use. They attach a large chunk of meat too it and throw it off the back. A while later they haul it back in, only to find the meat is gone and the hook is bent completely straight. There was nothing it could have snagged on in the deep ocean as the boat was driving through. My dad and the crew were sufficiently unerved, to think that something large down there could bend a large hook like that.



Former submarine sonarman here. No windows, so it falls outside the creepy things I’ve seen requisite. More of a creepy thing we heard.

I was stationed on the west coast. Whenever we would transit near a particular Californian city, within a specific area, we would hear over the headphones the something that started off sounding like a woman screaming and ended sounding like bullfrogs on a hot summer night. None of the sonar techs up through our chief knew what to make of it.

We chalked it up to just being a Merfrog and carried on.



A friend of mine (known as ‘Damo’) was an avid fisherman and he and his dad used to go out sea fishing whenever they could. A few years ago he told me this story and it creeped the hell of me so this seems like an appropriate place to tell it!

Damo and his dad were on the 2nd night of a trip deep sea fishing and they decided to get some sleep in the early evening so they could go for whatever fish they were after at around 1 am (the best time to get this fish apparently). Anyway they only had a small-ish boat but the weather was extremely pleasant and the sea was calm to the point of stillness so they figured it would be a great night’s fishing for them.

Around 12:30 am they started to set their gear up and, as they were on the starboard side getting bait ready, they heard a loud splash on the port side.
As there was almost no swell they figured it was either a large fish or some gear had somehow fallen in so they went over to have a look.

Floating face up in the water only a few feet from the side of the boat was a young woman (they reckoned she couldn’t have been more than about 30 at the most). She showed absolutely no signs of decomposition/bloating and there was nothing tangled in her hair (all of which would normally suggest she had been in the water for some time). She was wearing a simple white skirt and a blue coloured strappy top, both of which were ‘clean’ and apparently looked barely wet (again, all indicating she had only just gone in the water).

She showed no signs of ‘damage’ like having been beaten or attacked and her eyes and mouth were shut. Damo said she looked totally peaceful and like she was simply asleep and just floating on her back in the water.

They were both totally freaked out by the whole thing but reacting more to the need to make sure she was ok (instead of just standing there trying to work out where she came from) they tried to wake her up (shouting to her etc) and they threw a line to her hoping they may catch her enough to pull he back in.

She showed no signs of movement and the splashing around they were making with the rope served only to let her body drift further away from the boat. When she was a few meters away, Damo ran off to grab a fishing rod, hoping they could pull her in that way and his dad ran to the cabin to try and call a coastguard for help.

When Damo got back to the side, she had vanished.

He frantically searched around and splashed into the water with the rod (thinking she had bobbed under water or even drifted under the boat somehow) but the body had vanished.
Eventually his dad, figuring they couldn’t just leave a potential dead/unconscious body floating in the water, jumped in and swam over to where she had last been, hoping he may find her under the surface but they couldn’t find anything.

They did eventually drive the boat around in a good half km circle but they never saw the body again. The coast guard did come out (and obviously Damo and his dad were kind of interrogated to make sure they hadn’t murdered/dumped the body) but nothing came of it all.

The freakiest thing about it all was that the boat was thoroughly checked before they had set out fishing the day before so they could say with certainty that there had been no women on board when they set off (either a dead body or a stowaway/homeless woman). The apparently ‘fresh’ state of the body kind of removed the possibility that she had been in the water a while and that they just found the body and they were far enough out from land (and nowhere near any other boats) that her appearance there was just totally unexplainable, as was the way the body just disappeared.

Damo and his dad hadn’t been gone more than 20 seconds from the side of the boat but in that time the body just vanished.

They were both really shaken by the whole thing and were most terrified by the fact that her appearance was preceded by the heavy splash in the water, to them suggesting the body had only just entered the water from their own boat.

They tell the story now as a kind of “you won’t believe what happened to us once” type thing, but it shook them badly and neither has been back to the same fishing spot since.



Not the strangest on here but here is my tuppence worth.

Last October I was on a survey vessel between the Shetland Islands and the Faroe Islands.

The sea was like a mirror, unusual for the Atlantic and a thick fog had surrounded us for days. We were collecting core samples from the seafloor and I was working nights. Out of nowhere, thousands of tiny birds appeared out of the fog. Some settled on the boat, all silent. Others flew clockwise around the boat, darting in and out of the fog.

This continued for a few hours until around 4am the birds just started dropping dead out of the sky. Thump! And a tiny, fragile dead bird next to me. This continued until daybreak when the fog finally lifted and the birds disappeared along with it.

We were finding the bodies for days afterwards.



So I used to deep sea fish a lot. I’ve seen all sorts of big fish, but the constant that you always see is the barracuda.

Barracuda are great predators- they move at lightning fast speed, and their teeth cut so clean and fast they can take your finger and you won’t notice until there’s blood all over the boat.

Anyways, barracuda love deep sea fishermen. Fishermen give them an easy meal of a tired fish who is too weak to get away.

I feel sorry for the boat that gets stuck above a school of barracuda. They’ll wait until your fish is just in sight range, and BOOM! You’ll reel up nothing more than a fish head. You see a large shadow, longer than you slowly fade into deeper water, with your dinner in his belly.

It’s not the strangest thing, but it scares new fishermen to feel nothing but a gentle tug, and then reel up just the fish head.



Former commercial fisherman here. The amount of sharks circling oil rigs is pretty harrowing. Mostly hammerheads, but the sheer volume makes you plant your feet.



Did some sailing in the past with my family in the Caribbean, and one night we anchored by Norman Island, the island that is allegedly Treasure Island from the Robert Louis Stevenson tale. The typical anchoring area in deeper water was pretty full by that point so we ended up going to a less sheltered area closer to the beach, but it wasn’t a big deal as it was fairly calm.

Anyway, as night fell, the water became luminescent. There were these jellyfish that would light themselves from inside in what looked like a glowing green clover- thousands of them. I’d never seen or heard of anything like it, and it was only happening near the shore where we were- it made us happy the deeper anchorage was full as we never would have seen it! They died down after about a half hour when it was getting truly dark out, but before bed I dipped my foot in the water and the jellyfish nearest me started all lighting up again. One giant NOPE and my foot was out of the water before they got any ideas.

Come to think of it, that was also the night of the 2003 US invasion of Iraq, so we spent it listening to the BBC report over the shortwave radio in the dark, watching these luminescent jellyfish all around us. What a surreal evening.



On a 41 foot sailboat in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay, with about 7 other men, doing a shake-down/ test cruise, planned to be out for about 12 hours. Mid 1980’s, not as reliable weather prediction resources. We get caught in a tropical storm, winds gusting into the 50 mph range, just this short of a weak hurricane. We had just barely rigged storm hawsers and storm sails because the one fellow onboard who was the best sailor sensed the storm was almost on us, otherwise we would have died. During the storm itself, I expected to die at any time. In fact we made a “Securite, securite….” call on the radio (if you have time at sea you know what I’m talking about, if not, it’s not that important). For what seemed like 15 minutes, we were in a maelstrom, no visibility, but then it passed. We would live!

This was at about 3pm, and although there was cloud cover of course, the ambient light was such that you could see 2 miles or so in any direction.

If you’re familiar with the sea, you know that such storms, particularly in shallower depths near land masses, dredge a lot of things of the sea floor.

The sighting:

We’re all on deck, working lines, checking damage, etc. and the bay around us is choppy and churning and foaming. Old timey sailors often used the saying “the sea is confused.” I look about 15 feet of the starboard side and something swims to the surface, breaks the surface, looks at us, then submerges again.

It was like a thin man, with humanoid shape, arms articulated like a man, a human head, but its skin was covered in scales like a snake. It looked at us, blinked its weird, heavy-lidded eyes, then dove back under.

So maybe you need to know a few things about me at that moment. No drugs, no alcohol, no injuries. I was elated because I was glad to be alive, but my senses in that situation were sharpened, not dulled. I had, at that time, about 6 years experience on ships and fishing boats, and had seen squid, octopi, flying fish, sharks, skates, etc. all around the world. I was not the type of guy to see a patch of seaweed and call it a sea monster.

I made an instant decision that I was not going to say anything. What could I say? “I just saw a strange creature, take my word for it!” The men on this boat were all mechanics and engineers and professionals. Why get a reputation as a flake? At the time it was important for each of us to get “D” skipper or OOD qualifications, and saying something like that would be frowned upon.

And as I stood there in my life vest, soaking wet, hooked onto the steel lifeline, glad to be alive, one of the other sailors, a USN Captain J_______ S________, with over 30 years experience in the surface navy, piped up and said,

“I just saw a brown thing pop up on the surface! It looked like a lizard man, with a scaly face. It blinked at us with these big eyes and then went back under!”

“Yeah, I saw it too,” I said. No one else said that they had seen it.

Then we sailed back to the pier later that day and didn’t speak of it again.



One day while we were off the coast of NC doing some grouper/snapper fishing, the bite suddenly fell off and everything disappeared off the scope, shit went silent. everyone’s rods bend over at the same time, we all have something enormous on our lines. after about 15 minutes of slowly bringing our lines up, we all have 15+ft long bull sharks on. they were completely calm, no thrashing or anything. the creepy part was right below them in the water was a wall of bull sharks, had to be hundreds of them. just swimming in circles. we dehook them and they slowly swim back with the giant school. we left.



My dad was a merchant sailor. He has seen and done some shit. Some things he still won’t even tell me.

Apparently there was this crew once (probably more than once) that included this crazy fucking guy that slept with a hatchet, who was one room over from my dad, and also a guy who everyone hated. One day, they woke up, and the guy everyone hated was missing. There was some blood around one of the portholes.

The way my dad puts it “you can’t fit a grown man through one of those portholes whole…I’ve tried”



We are treasure-divers from Key West and we were out fishing late night/early morning . Everyone that has spent time on the water knows the “witching hour” on the sea is about 2:AM to 5:30. It was about 5:AM and with the sun coming up, and the water gin clear we could see our chumming was bringing some interesting critters to the surface. Some big sharks cruised by, and different things too but suddenly one of the guys screamed out, ” LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS MANTA RAY ON THE PORT SIDE!

At the same time, another guy said, ” Wait, I can see him on starboard side too… and he is wider than the boat!! He was too, over 18-20 Feet wide and he lazily cruised under us and circled back again and again. The sea has many secrets and she hasn’t given up many of them despite what people and scientists claim. We know more about the moon than we do the deepest oceans and our seas. Recently a friend told me she met people in the Southwest that claim extraterrestrials live in the deep ocean and have been there for a long time. They claim they’re safe there because humans can’t live and survive in the deepest oceans…



I worked for a nonprofit that relied on big donations from very wealthy donors. This meant cultivating relationships with some very wealthy people.

One of the donors I was tasked with shepherding (let’s call him D) invited me out for a weekend yachting off of / around / near Catalina. I was excited–my partner gets seasick, so we never did boat trips even though we lived near the coast. Our first night out was beautiful, and we’re all lounging on the deck of this gorgeous yacht talking about eerie ocean stuff. D mentions that he has this thin, inflatable roll-out panel that he tethers to the boat and lets float out in the water, with 100′ or so of rope, that people can use as a sort of swimming platform.

We get the idea that we should unfurl this thing into the darkness and experience the freakiness of it at night. I was equal parts frightened and curious, as was everyone else, so a group of four of us did it while two people stayed on the boat. We get the thing out, slide it into the water, check the rope, and push off. It’s pretty instantly terrifying–you can see the dim lights on the boat, but after about 40′ it seems really, really far away–but it was undeniably awesome, too. We’re chatting quietly to ourselves, but mostly we’re being quiet and just taking in the weird mix of fear and awe of being so close to the water in the middle of the night.

We get to the point where the tether gets taut and you can immediately feel the current tugging us away from the big boat. Which, again, freaky but we’re confidently tied to the big boat. It’s hard to see much of anything other than a few lights on Catalina (we’re on the ocean side, not the bay side, even though we’re not far from shore). I lie back flat on the platform and everyone else does the same. The water wasn’t rough but it was moving, so you get rocked in random directions, splashes of water that lip up over the edge and get everyone wet. It was nice.

All of a sudden the feeling of the waves (kind of random and choppy) transitions to a very smooth swell, which makes us all gasp–we’re rising, rising, rising, quickly but smoothly, and everyone jolts upright. There’s virtually no light from the moon, but it’s enough for us to notice the gigantic fucking thing just under the surface of the water from us. As soon as we notice it it’s already passing, and it sets in that it must be a massive, massive whale moving right below us, maybe a foot or two down, and we’re feeling the water displacement from it. No one makes a fucking peep.

I immediately grab the tether and start pulling us in. Others start to help. No one makes a sound until we get back to the big boat, which no one leaves for the rest of the trip. It’s all we talk about for the next 24 hours. Needless to say I now have a healthy fear of the ocean, especially at night. People are tiny, ocean is big.



Well, it’s not the ocean, but apparently this also happens in the sea. My friend’s brother works as firefighter in Korea, but he used to work as diving instructor. Near end of his college years, one of the jobs he took was diver – as in someone who dives to retrieve the bodies of drown people. While he didn’t get a lot of cases, I remember him telling me this one story about his experience.

On this particular day, he was diving in a river after it flooded due to typhoon. They had report of a drowned person, and they were searching for the body. After an hour of searching, his colleague informed that he found a body, and few divers went to retrieve it. The water was murky, but you could still make out figures in the water. When the divers were close to retrieving the body, the search party leader told everyone to surface.

Back on the ship, he explained that this body shouldn’t be touched because unlike normal bodies that float on water, this one was “standing” in middle of water. Apparently, in Asian cultures, grim reapers can’t cross over water, so people who drown must replace their spot with another person in order to pass on to afterlife, and the “standing” corpses are the ones that are looking for people to replace their spots. Also, these spots with “standing” corpses are more likely to have underwater whirlpools or currents that can trap people easily. They marked the spot and checked it every day, and retrieved the body after 3 days when it floated on top of the water.



In June of 1947, multiple ships traversing the trade routes of Malacca, which is located between Sumatra and Malaysia, claimed to have picked up a series of SOS distress signals. The unknown ship’s message was as simple as it was disturbing: “All officers including captain are dead, lying in chartroom and bridge. Possibly whole crew dead.” This communication was followed by a burst of indecipherable Morse code, then a final, grim message: “I die.” This cryptic proclamation was followed by tomb-like silence.

The crews that received the message were able to triangulate the source of these broadcasts and deduced that they were likely emanating from a Dutch freighter known as the SS Ourang Medan. A merchant ship known as the Silver Star was closest to the presumed location of the Ourang Medan – 400 nautical miles south-east of the Marshall Islands. Within hours, the Silver Star caught sight of the Ourang Medan rising and falling in the choppy waters of the Malacca Strait.

As the merchant craft neared the ill-omened vessel, the crew noticed that there was no sign of life on the deck. The men on the Silver Star began to call out and motion to the Ourang Medan. There was no response. The Captain of the Silver Star assembled a boarding party. The brave men boarded the ship and made a grizzly discovery.

The decks of the vessel were littered with the corpses of the Dutch crew; their eyes wide, their arms grasping at unseen assailants, their faces twisted into revolting visages of agony and horror. Even the ship’s dog was dead; it’s once intimidating snarl frozen into a ghastly grimace. The boarding party found the Captain’s remains on the bridge, while his officers’ cadavers were strewn about the wheelhouse and chartroom. The communications officer was still at his post, as dead as the rest, his fingertips resting on the telegraph. All of the corpses, according to reports, bore the same terrified, wide-eyed expressions as the crew on deck.

The temperature outside was 110°F, but the search party reported feeling a cold chill in the nadir of the hold. The Captain of the Silver Star decided that they would tether themselves to the Ourang Medan and tow it back to port, but as soon as the crew attached the tow line to the Dutch ship they noticed ominous billows of smoke pouring up from the Number 4 hold. The boarding party scarcely had a chance to cut the towline and make it back to the Silver Star before the Ourang Medan exploded with such tremendous force that it lifted itself from the water and swiftly sank. The crew watched the Dutch vessel disappear beneath the briny depths.

So what exactly happened? Theories have ranged from pirates to the paranormal. The most widely believed claim is that sea water could have entered the ship’s hold, reacting with the perilous cargo to release poisonous gases, which then caused the crew to suffocate. At this point the onrushing salt water might have reacted with the nitroglycerin, creating the explosive effect that was said to cause the ship’s ultimate demise.

The fact that there are no registration records for the Ourang Medan remains a troublesome detail. There have been many claims that records may have been eradicated by a savvy group of governmental conspirators due to the nature of the ships mission. Nobody knows what happened to the SS Ourang Medan except for the crew who now rest at the bottom of the ocean.




As I have said in previous posts, I work at sea. Last month we came into dry dock to carry out refit and repairs. Dry dock is when a ship is brought into a lock, the gates closed and all the water pumped out, leaving the ship high and dry ‘on the blocks’, thus allowing repairs/inspections etc.. of the underside of the hull.

Next to us was an old Military frigate being broken down for scrap. She had arrived about two weeks prior to us. Once the Frigate was on the blocks and dry, all of the crew left the old girl to her fate. A sad sight but that’s how these things go. Once all the sensitive stuff had been removed, the dock workers were free to go on.

The dock foreman, ‘John’ went on board first with a camera to take pictures of work areas. He took a couple of hundred all in all. This was one of them. He later sent all of the pics to his boss, who upon seeing this one, called John straight away asking “Who is the guy with the axe at the edge of the camera flash?” John had no idea. He never saw anyone. The area where this picture was taken was in a cross alleyway, deep inside the ship. He was going around with a torch and a camera.

When he’d go to take a picture, he would turn off the torch (leaving him in total darkness) snap the shot, turn the torch back on and be on his way. Due to the fact that it was a military vessel the police were called. A search was carried out but no one was found. There was one way on and off the ship, and that was by a gangway covered by CCTV. (You couldn’t jump over the side as it was a 25 meter drop on to concrete).

No one was seen to leave the ship after John had taken this. I am a sceptic. Maybe its a trick of the flash reflecting off something, but if you really zoom in you can just make out the fuckers face, ear, collar of his jacket and the fucking axe in a meaty fucking fist. Now it could be John blowing smoke up my ass, but when he was telling the story he seemed genuinely rattled. And the guy in the pic looks nothing any of the other workers we met at the dock.

If someone who is handy with cleaning up pictures, I’d be really interested to see what you can pull out of it. And before anyone asks, I’m not going to name the ship or even where she is, as I’m not sure if I’m supposed to have a picture of the innards of a military vessel. This gave me serious goosebumps. Needless to say, I did not go on board for a look.

Source: Reddit

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