The Ghost of the North Sea Rig by Tom Harris
My name is Tom Harris, and I've worked on oil rigs for over two decades. In 2012, I was stationed on an offshore rig in the North Sea, a place known for its harsh weather and isolation. One night, during a particularly violent storm, I experienced something that still haunts me.
It was my shift in the control room, and the storm was raging outside, with waves crashing against the rig and the wind howling. Suddenly, the power flickered, and the emergency lights came on. As I was checking the systems, I saw a figure standing at the edge of the platform through the window, dangerously close to the water.
I grabbed my flashlight and ran out, thinking it was one of the crew. When I reached the spot, there was no one there, only the cold wind and the crashing waves. I scanned the area with my light but found nothing. As I turned to go back inside, I heard a faint voice calling for help. I spun around, but there was no one in sight.
Back in the control room, I asked the other crew members if anyone had gone outside, but everyone was accounted for. Some of the older hands told me stories about a worker who had been swept overboard during a storm years ago and how his ghost was said to appear during bad weather, warning others to stay safe.
I never saw the figure again, but every time a storm rolls in, I can’t help but remember that night. The ghost of the North Sea rig remains a chilling reminder of the dangers we face and the lives lost in the pursuit of black gold.