The haunted Shipwreck the Alkimos: Geraldton WA

[Simon2]

Yes, me to KANACKI; a part of being strong empaths, which I have always accepted, but I must say the pain seems to be getting worse, as this physical body I am in, grows older. LOL

[KANACKI]

Hello Simon you and me both.

Kanacki

[Simon2]

Lucky we both have our intellect intake. Hahaaa 

[KANACKI]

Hello Simon

As I grow older the realization that Homer Simpson was molded on me :-)

Many a time I try to touch my nose and poke myself in the eye :-)

Yet from life's silly mistakes great lessons can be learned....

Kanacki

[Simon2]

Quite correct Old Friend; take care and have a wonderful weekend.

[KANACKI]

Sadly the shipwreck of the Alkimos is virtually gone one tall fragment remains Does it means the ghost that allegedly haunted that ship is still there? Or has the ravages of the sea wind and time erased the lingering memory?

Kanacki

[Headless2]

Hi KANACKI

Here’s a bit more on Jack Sue.

1966–Jack Sue (expert diver who specialises in salvage operations and recovering sunken treasure) and a team of divers carried out repairs on the wreck. Initially Sue was sceptical about the curse, but after hearing phantom footsteps, sneezing and coughing coming from sections of the galley, his attitude quickly changed. After leaving the ship, Sue spent 10 months in hospital with a mystery illness that almost killed him. While in hospital his wife was killed in a car accident. Another diver's marriage broke up. He then became mysteriously ill and died soon after. The fiancée of another of the divers died in a plane crash off the West Australian coast.


1975–A group of adventurers arranged with Jack Sue, who by now had refused to return personally to the wreck, to spend a few days on the wreck. The group's brand new car broke down on the beach, their outboard motor mysteriously wouldn't start for hours and then when it finally did a freak wave filled their boat with water, destroying all their photographic equipment. Despite a small swell, their boat couldn't come close enough to the Alkimos to unload. They tied a rope to the wreck, but it kept coming undone for no apparent reason. Once onboard they tried to light a stove. It blew up. That evening they were plagued by shrieking yells and strange dog barking noises.

March 1997–Decades after he had refused to have anything more to do with the ship, Jack Sue walked down the stretch of beach opposite the Alkimos. Shortly afterwards he suffered a severe stroke. Jack Sue will never go near the Alkimos again. He says he is not a superstitious man, but can see no logical explanation for the trail of horror the freighter has left in its wake.

Here’s another story.



To be continued…..

[Headless2]

In August 1999, I joined up with the Perth-based Network Seven television program Today Tonight. We were to motor up to the wreck in an outboard, I was to dive into the water and swim up to touch the Alkimos for a few seconds and then return to the outboard. Then I was to wait and see if any bad luck happened to me.

We took Adrian Rick with us, a firm believer in the curse. After diving on the wreck early in 1998, Rick, an experienced diver, immediately 'felt overwhelmed with sadness.' Rick says he has since been unable to sleep one night without terrible nightmares of the Alkimos crashing on top of him during a dive. 'Whenever I near as think of the Alkimos, my whole body tenses up,' says Rick.

Although it was a calm day and only slight seas, as we approached the wreck, Rick really started to tense up and appeared very uncomfortable to be back near the wreck. He claimed I was crazy for wanting to test the power of the curse.

As I swam through the cold icy waters towards the boat, everything was going smoothly. Just as I was about to touch the wreck, a freak wave came out of nowhere and smashed me up against the boat, ripping my left hand to shreds. A flock of birds eerily squawked and went absolute nuts flying around like some scene out of an Alfred Hitch(you radiate sunshine and light) movie and continued to do so until I started swimming away from the wreck and back towards the outboard, blood streaming from my hand.

Although I was only in the water for a few minutes, it seemed like I had been near the wreck for much, much longer. It was as if I had experienced a time warp. To this day it is the most unusual feeling I've ever had, and very much like the 'missing time' that a lot of eyewitnesses report experiencing around UFOs.

No longer was I a complete sceptic about the so-called curse, but neither was I convinced of its existence. Although I was a little shaken, I thought the freak wave was probably just a coincidence.

Joanna Rouse, the Today Tonight reporter, also visibly unnerved by the incident, said I had gone as pale as a ghost. I thought that would be the end of my 'bad luck'. Never had I been so wrong.

Over the following two weeks I suffered an uncanny and inexplicable run of bad luck that included.

*Snapping a hire car key in a lock four hours from any civilisation.

*Being headbutted by a camel in Broome; the camel owner had never witnessed her normally placid dromedary, or any camel for that matter, purposefully headbutt someone. It knocked me out.

*My grandmother unexpectedly died.

*I came down with a bad case of pneumonia.

*The cut on my hand showed no sign of healing for the first 10 days.

*I started blacking out for no particular reason and had to have a series of tests as doctors feared a brain tumour. They couldn't work out what was causing the blackouts.

*My car broke down twice and I got three flat tyres in the space of two days, driving on paved roads.

After about 15 days, I was at my wit's end. The rational side of me kept saying that it was all coincidence, but so much bad luck in such a short time?

By this stage, I was back home in Canberra, and with my blackouts really starting to worry me, I thought there was only one way to see if it was the 'curse that had gotten hold of me.

At quite significant expense, I flew all the way back over to Perth, and went back out to the wreck. While touching it again, I yelled at the top of my voice, 'I believe in your curse, I'm sorry for trying to question your existence, I promise not to mess with you again, please free me of it.’

There was an uneasy silence, no squawking birds, and no freakish waves, no cut hand, no feeling of missing time. Unlike my first dive two weeks earlier when I felt quite spooked after touching the wreck, this time the wreck seemed harmless, just a rusting frame of metal...

From that day onwards, I returned to full health, with no sign of any bad luck at all. I can't explain what went on in that 15 days of hell, but I am 100 per cent convinced that something paranormal had a hold of me.

There is no doubt in my mind that the Alkimos shipwreck is the most jinxed wreckage anywhere in the world. Whether you call it a jinx, hoodoo, curse, bad luck or whatever, something beyond our current realms of understanding is haunting the Alkimos.

Today, very little of the Alkimos remains above the surface of the water as big seas continue to batter it and winds continue to howl mournfully through its dilapidated rigging. Although physically a mere shadow of its former glory, the curse of the Alkimos is feared more than ever. Local fishermen and divers now skirt well clear of the wreck. And I don't blame them.

[KANACKI]

Hello headless thank you for update.

My apologies I have no been around much as I have been tied up writing trilogy that is involving much of my time. Which need constant revision from me.

The subject of ghosts on ships are aircraft are well know but it makes us asked the question whats is the spit attached to the ship or the location?

Kanacki