Transcript
A (0:04)
I'm a fairy, yes, it's true. And I'll do what you ask me to. But if you knew what was my game, you'd throw me back from where I came. You've almost reached the crossroads from Spooked. Stay. That's Sam. I am that Sam. I am. He will not stop. Green eggs and ham. Please try them now. I will not. Sam, please try them here. No eggs, no ham. Day after day does Sam implore. I tell him no. Same as before. Eat them, eat them, eat them now. I will not. Sam, you blinkered sow. I will not eat them on this boat. I will not eat them with your goat. I will not eat them here or there. I will not eat them anywhere. Sam's smile grows d his patience dies. Last chance, he says. And I reply. Get out, get out. Don't bother me. Sam shakes his head so it must be the floor gives way. Down, down I fall into this dark and dreadful hall. Wait, wait. Perhaps I could try. Too late for that, comes Sam's reply. You had your chance. Now, Bell, you'll stay down in the dark to rot away. The door slams shut. It's all a sham. Cause Sam is me.
B (2:16)
Sam.
A (2:17)
I am. Spook's journey through the crossroads starts now.
C (2:44)
Sa.
A (3:29)
We begin headed out to sea to meet Jordan. Now Jordan is fresh out of boot camp and doing his very first unit with the Coast Guard on board a ship patrolling the waters off the East Coast. And I'm gonna let Jordan take it from here. Spooked.
D (4:07)
It's half past midnight. I'm out here by myself on the catwalk, standing my doing, my lookout. This is a famous class cutter, bowed astern, 270ft long, white, with the famous US Coast Guard orange racing stripe on the front. At this point, the ship is off the coast of New England. Even being late spring, it's still pretty cold. The wind is blowing. I'm bundled up in what we call a float coat, essentially a rain jacket with a life jacket built into it. It's a pretty dark night. It's very starry out. But the moon had very little illumination this particular night. So I'm using night vision goggles and I'm looking for hazards, essentially things floating in the water, other ships that we might not see on radar. At this point, I'm about an hour and a half into my watch. It's been a pretty quiet night. I'm doing a scan with my night vision, just looking towards the front of the ship. And I see there's a person standing at the forward Most point of the bow about 70ft away from me with his arms outstretched. It's the middle of the night. There aren't very many people awake at this point. And for someone to be out there in the pitch black darkness, standing on the front of the ship, that rings alarm bells in my head. I'm concerned about the worst case scenario that this person is out there with the intent to jump off. Right away I have to look again, you know, did I actually just see that? I pick up my NVGs again and look out, and it's very clearly a person standing there. Just the silhouette of a person. I can tell that it's a man, he's got a military style haircut. And I can tell that they're wearing the Coast Guard uniform. Not by any color, just by the sort of silhouette of it. I'm yelling, hey, what are you doing out there? Hey. Just trying to get their attention. Bod. The officer at the deck, the person in charge of navigation of the ship, she's inside the bridge, has heard me screaming. She's my boss as a seaman and she has come out to see what the deal is. She's short, probably five two, blonde woman with big like porthole glasses, just these big round glasses that you practically can't see past when you're talking to her. So I hand her my night vision goggles. I say, there's someone standing on the bow. And I think the exact words out of her mouth were, oh, shit. Because at this point now she's reached the same initial conclusion that I have of somebody's on the front of the boat and they might be getting ready to jump over the side. So immediately she calls to the bosuns, bait of the watch, our only roving watchstander on the bridge, and tells him to go down there. I can hear him open the door. It's a very distinct like creak and slam sound, a very heavy door. And I can see his flashlight as he comes out. He's got a life jacket on himself and he's got another life jacket in his hand in case he has to reach out and grab this person and throw him in a life jacket to prevent him from hurting themselves. So the od, she sends the bosun's mate of the watch down and a couple minutes later he comes up on the radio and he says, there's no one up here. Right away my heart sank. My immediate thought was that this person had jumped over the side or fallen over the side and we didn't see it happen. I expected that we're going to be looking for a man overboard throughout the night. But I immediately pick up the night vision and I see right away that the person is there still. I hand him to her. She can still see him there. So now I'm thinking that the BMO probably had to walk through like a lit up space to get out there. And so his natural night vision just isn't adjusted enough to see this person. We're on the radio, I'm yelling, we're trying to guide him to where this person is standing. We can see him shining his flashlight right in the spot where the shadow is. And we see the BMO walk up right where this person is standing. We're telling him the whole time he's right there. He's right there, he's right in front of you. How do you not see him? And then he walks right through the person and is still saying that there's nothing there. My blood runs cold. I'm dumbfounded. I don't know how I could be even seeing what I'm seeing. I just watched a man walk through another man. The OD and I are trying to figure out what it is we're looking at. Maybe it's this, maybe it's that, but we can both see that it's not. It's not any of those things we try to rationalize. The OD goes back into the bridge. She didn't have much to say after that. I think she was pretty well shaken up and in her own head at that point. I continue standing my watch. Every time I looked down it was still there. And at this point I've pretty well understood that he's gonna be there. I get off my watch and make my way through the ship. And at this point I'm just so exhausted that I'm ready to go to sleep. And I pass out pretty much as soon as my head hits the pillow. So the next day I'm sitting on the mestic between meals, kind of just wasting some time. But at the same time I'm thinking about this shadow that I saw last night. Ghost stories are very common on these boats. Have always been a sort of what I would call maybe a loose believer. But I've never seen one, so how can I possibly say one way or the other? And then the OOD from that night comes up and sits down. That's abnormal behavior. Officers don't sit on the enlisted mess deck. They have their own sort of eating area cloistered from the rest of the ship. And traditionally officers aren't supposed to sit there unless they ask you. And so for her to come over here and sit down, she clearly has something on her mind, really. Before I had a chance to say anything, she said, I saw it again. After I got off watch, I went to my room and it was standing in the hallway. She just described it as just a black man shaped figure. Right away, I just got chills. My hairs on my arms stood up. It wasn't just this figure that stood on an unreachable part of the ship, you know, 70ft away from me. It's now something that I could turn the corner and see at any given moment. Within the next few days, you know, I start hearing stories about I went out on the fantail to smoke in the night and I saw someone standing there and raised my phone up to their face to see who it was, and there just wasn't anybody there. Or about seeing a shadow of a man while they were making their rounds before they went to watch that they were in the gym and saw just this shadow of a person. At this point, I felt pretty afraid that I was gonna now run into this thing anywhere that I went. It's capable of moving around the ship. What else is it capable of? What is it gonna do the next time I run into it? About a week after that initial incident, we're having what we call quarters where we all get together and the executive officer and the commanding officer discuss our upcoming plans. They make announcements, the executive officer stands up and he goes, oh, and we've got a burial at sea that we need volunteers for. I'm thinking, what, what, what? What are you talking about, burial at sea? Like nobody's dead. Nobody died on this boat. Come to find out, since we left Florida on our way back up to New England, we have been carrying this urn on board. And it's been tucked away in one of the officers staterooms for safekeeping. And the urn belonged to a former electrician's mate in the Coast Guard. The electrician's mate had been in the coast guard in the 80s on board this particular ship, responding to search and rescue. What he requested was to be buried at sea in the vicinity of where his first Saar case was. At this point, it starts to make sense. This was probably the man that was walking around the boat. Anytime you run into an old veteran, one of the first things they want to do is take a look at the ship that they used to be on, see what's changed and see who's working and how things are going. I think he Was just trying to get his bearings and see what's changed, see what stayed the same, reminisce in a way. This guy who was on this ship that stood where I stood, did the mission that I do, and now we're honoring his final request. That felt very moving to me, and I was very quick to volunteer to be a part of this. This ceremony. The day of the ceremony comes, and I have volunteered to be an urn bearer. We have three riflemen to do the gun salute. We have someone with the trumpet to play taps, a couple people to hold the American flag as we do the internment. This particular urn is a small plastic box. Myself and the chief, we bring it over to the rail and. And put it over the side and let go. When we drop the urn in the water, I sort of say a little bit of a prayer to myself, just thinking about the implications of what we've just done and what it means to the man and his family. And after that, the sightings are stop. The Shadow just feels like another shipmate. Now, that being said, a shipmate that I still don't want to run into in the dark in the middle of the night, but it's just someone else who lived part of their life on this boat. Recently, I was underway on the ship that I'm on now, and I knew that the ship that I used to be on was in a port that we were pulling into. I went over to the ship. They were right across the pier, and salute the watchstander. Go on the brow and salute the flag, as is custom in the Coast Guard, and step on and immediately that smell. Every cutter has its own spell. And just the memories of the time I was there just filled my head as I took in that smell. And I kind of feel like maybe that's what that electrician's mate was doing as well. Just taking in the memories.
