As a child growing up in Kingston Jamaica, I was always afraid, of what, I wasn’t always quite sure, but in the day time I was fine until night began to fall and I would worry about going to sleep especially if my sister who shared the room with me was in the country with our Grandmother and I had to sleep by myself. Something always did not feel right. I felt that there were people around me all the times and I did not know how to explain it. Jamaican parents insists that their children wash their feet before going to bed at night, of course it didn’t matter if you had taken a shower earlier, you might have walked bare footed at some point, so the feet had to be washed. It was ” Hell and Powder House” ( quite frightening) when it was night and I had to go and wash my feet. Our bathroom was inside but there were times when we had all Island Black out, (that was when the most duppy/ghost stories were told) and I had to go alone with a kerosene lamp, my own shadow frightened me.
There was a cherry tree in the back yard, and I would play by myself sometimes, but I remember stones being throw at me from behind the cherry tree but none would hit me, that scared me even more, and when I attempted to tell my parents of these strange happenings they would fan me off or slap me for making up stories. Little did I know that my astral mates and spiritual guides were letting me feel their presence, also the malevolent ones were making mischief, there were preparing me from that young age for who I have become now. I know that there are lots of people out there with similar stories, please share them with me. When I watched the movie. The Sixth Sense, it brought me back to my child hood and the many thing that I experienced, when I saw the little boys fear in the movie, I knew what he felt and how he felt. It is real, They are real and they are here with us, let us embrace them…. the good ones…. lol!!