Surfers Thought They Found Abandoned Ship, Until They See Smoke Coming From Its Chimney

Unwelcome Presence

It wasn’t just the sounds—it was the feeling. Like the ship itself was watching them. Like every hallway had eyes. The red emergency lights lining the walls flickered faintly, though the rest of the power remained off. “Do you feel that?” Mason asked. Dylan paused. “Yeah. Like someone is following us with his eyes.” They both stood still for a moment, listening. But nothing. Just distant humming.