Once I was on a trip to Jamaica, my friend who had gone with and her children wanted to visit Rose Hall where the white witch Annie Palmer was said to have lived and ruled with an iron fist. So we went, and of course there was the usual tour and the story about her life and how she treated her slaves were being recounted by the tour guide. I really did not believe the story as I thought it was mythical and as I have said many times before, I am a doubtful Thomas.
As I approached the gates to Annie Palmer’s estate, I felt shivers (goose bumps) covering my whole body. I paid no attention to it and shrugged it off as possibly a cool breeze that blew that I took no notice of and continued to walk up to the Great House. As I stepped into the house about to join the other tourists on the tour, I immediately heard screams coming from the right of me. I turned my head to that direction because I realized no one else had heard it. Interrupting the guide who was leading the tour, I asked what was it that was to the right of me. She said it was the basement where Annie kept the slaves who she felt were disorderly and she would beat and treat them very badly. She would lock them in the basement for days without food or water, almost like a holding cell,or a torture chamber.
The guide proceeded to take people to the basement, but I refused to go. I was not afraid, but the screaming was too much in my head and by now I had a terrible headache; so I waited by myself on top until they came up. She then took us upstairs to Annie’s bedroom and showed the window where Annie would throw her urine or whatever was in the chamber pot from the night before on whichever slave was passing under the window. We were also led outside and shown a huge tree where she would tie the babies born of slaves and red ants would eat them to death. The last thing we were shown was Annie’s tomb which was marked with all types of signs and symbols, indicative of the number of times people came there to exorcise her ghost. By this time my headache had gotten worse and I couldn’t wait to leave. I was not enjoying myself at all, plus the stories about this woman were horrible.
When we left my friend, her children and I stopped to get tablets for my pounding headache. As I got back to the guest house, I went to my room and my friend’s daughter came with me. The bed in the room was a four-poster wooden bed…….I heard three times WHOP, WHOP, WHOP!!!! The sound of a whip being flogged against something very hard. Shocked, I turned to the little girl and asked ‘did you hear that?’ and amazingly she said ‘yes’. I knew what it was…….that bitch Annie had followed us home Sidebar: …Let me interrupt here for a second to explain to you that as a spiritualist I am also a medium and what that means is that I attract spirits anywhere I go; the good, the bad, the ugly. They all want to talk to me, often times they come to challenge me because they realize that I know that they are there; much like the little boy in the movie ‘The Sixth Sense’…….Back to the story. I cursed her with words I knew how to and dismissed her letting her know that she wielded no power over me. Immediately, her presence left. I had only one day left in Jamaica before I flew home and all had quieted down.
When I landed in America my boyfriend, at the time, picked me up from the airport around 3pm. That night it was only I, my boyfriend and my older child who was at home as the other children had gone to their grandparents for the weekend. When night came and we all prepared for bed (I had not told any of them about my encounter with Annie Palmer), around 10pm all lights in the apartment suddenly blew. My guy could not restore it so we decided to use candles and wait until morning to resolve the matter. My daughter was afraid because of the situation and asked if she could sleep in the room with us. As soon as I closed my eyes I felt as if I was being suffocated, I couldn’t wake up – almost like I was being attacked. I screamed and jumped up alarming everyone. I prayed and went back to lie down and the same thing happened again and again and again. By this time I realized that there were spirits in the room that wanted to talk to me and this was why they were making me feel this way as they wanted to communicate, but I was tired and jet-lagged and did not want to deal with that. So we all got up and went to sit on the balcony – this was around 3am by now. At 4:30 I decided ENOUGH! Let me go and lay down and we all went back in.
While I laid and closed my eyes anticipating the same thing I started seeing videos of Oliver Samuel (the Jamaican comedian) playing that had me giggling in my sleep; then I saw the tallest set of men and the blackest set of men that I had ever seen. It was around 30 or 40 of them standing along my bedside and spilled out into my hallway; they were all dressed the same – in black shirts and black and white pin-striped pants and none of them was less than 10ft tall (I’m not sleeping, my eyes are closed and I’m actually seeing this). One of them stepped up to me and spoke to me telepathically and said ‘We are sorry to have disturbed you ma’am, but because we want to tell you our story, this is why we travelled with you here. We looked inside your being and saw that you liked Oliver Samuel and showed you his movies so that you could be relaxed and give us a chance to speak to you’. He said ‘She (Annie Palmer) killed our children, poisoned and beat us, even fornicated with us, she deprived us of food, locked us up all the time and threw her shit and piss at us’. He said ‘The window in her bedroom, it is not there now, but there was a pond underneath that window, not directly underneath it, but a couple of feet away from the window where she would drown babies that were born on her plantation’. He continued to tell me horrific things that mad white bitch did and then thanked me for listening’; he apologized for disturbing me and they walked backwards out of the house.
When they left, I jumped up with a jolt and related the story to my boyfriend and daughter, which now left me believing that the Annie Palmer story was true; told to me by victims of her wickedness who are now living in the spirit world. As usual please share with me your ghost/duppy encounters or unusual experience.
Coward man kip soun’ bone….Jamaican Proverb