The Ghosts of Rose Hall: A Jamaican Haunting

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Rose Hall, Montego Bay, Jamaica

As an author of all things paranormal or supernatural, my enthusiasm for unexplained mysteries has spanned more than three decades and included visits to some of America’s most haunted places.  But when I found out that Jamaica was one of the ports of call on the cruise that I took last summer, I knew that I had to see the famously haunted Rose Hall in Montego Bay.  As a clairvoyant/medium, my excitement raged as I anxiously waited to get inside this historic mansion.  Tales of a white witch who practiced voodoo and tortured slaves on this sugar plantation filled my internet search.  I scoured through page after page as I researched Rose Hall before my arrival, but as I continued to study numerous articles, I was somewhat disappointed to discover that the legend of the white witch was most likely fictional.  And yet numerous reports of the mansion’s haunting still continued to mount as I searched.  I wondered whose spirit was lingering there.  If Annie Palmer was not guilty of the horrific acts associated with her name at Rose Hall, then who could be haunting the mansion and why?

Upon arriving, I was stunned by the Georgian style mansion’s grandeur as it was more splendid than its online pictures.  The house was built in the 1770’s by Fulke Rose and later became the property of John Palmer in the 1800’s, but suffered serious damage from a fire during the late 19th century.  The mansion was restored twice during the mid to late 20th century and finally purchased by the former Miss USA World, Michele Rollins and her husband, John Rollins.

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Rose Hall before restoration.

As we were led up the path to the mansion, I focused on the energy of the place while recalling what I had read before my arrival.  Legend has it that the ghost of Annie Palmer haunts the grounds and mansion.  According to the story, Annie was born in Haiti and spent much of her life there but when both of her parents died of yellow fever, she was adopted by the family’s nanny who introduced her to witchcraft and taught the young girl Voodoo.

Years later Annie Palmer, now seventeen years old, moved to Jamaica and married John Palmer, owner of Rose Hall Plantation.  As the new mistress of Rose Hall, the legend has it that Annie soon tired of her husband and began taking slave lovers.  When she was discovered in the bed with one of her lovers, John beat her but days later met his death when he was strangled to death at the hands of his wife.  The story continues with Annie marrying twice more and murdering those husbands as well by stabbing the second husband to death and poisoning the third.  But in 1821, Annie met her final demise when her slave lover, Takoo climbed the basement stairs during the middle of the night and entered the main house.  He then crept up the main staircase and into Annie’s bedroom where he assaulted the sleeping white witch and strangled her to death.  The next morning the slaves burned her clothes and personal belongings and then buried her body a short distance from the mansion.

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Basement stairs leading into the main house.  This is where Takoo reportedly entered the house and killed Annie Palmer by strangulation.

Researchers have found that the legend was most likely born from a Jamaican novel, The White Witch of Rose Hall, written by Herbert G. De Lisser in 1929.  Findings have now concluded that Annie Palmer was a fictional character and not to be confused with the plantation’s former mistress, Rosa Palmer who reportedly had four husbands during her lifetime but was always known as a faithful and devoted wife.  I will admit that I was somewhat disappointed to discover that the legend was purely fictional, but if Rose Hall’s past still lingered beneath its walls in the form of ghostly apparitions, I was about to find out as soon as my feet crossed the threshold.

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Was the woman in red a young Annie Palmer or the mansion’s real life mistress?  No one was for certain, but tour guides seem to believe the painting might be authentic.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside the front room of Rose Hall.  My eyes immediately lifted to the ceiling and corners of the room as I admired the interior’s high ceilings and dark, rich wood along the walls.  Our tour guide introduced us to the mansion by giving us a few details of the home’s history before leading us into the dining hall, but I was somewhat discouraged because I did not feel a spiritual presence upon entering the house.  Until…

As the guide moved our group into the dining room, I noticed a female apparition wearing a long, light blue dress with a tiny flower pattern.  I guessed that she was probably in her early thirties and had lived during the early 19th century.  She had dark hair that was pulled into a tight bun.  She seemed to be oblivious to us as she walked around the dining room before disappearing at the corner of the table.  It was if she stepped into a doorway to the other side!

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Cutlery holder for knives.  Notice the keyhole lock.  The container was kept locked for fear that someone might steal a knife for the purpose of murder!

I gave instructions to my son and daughter, who were traveling with me, specifics of what to notice (bodily sensations) as we toured the house.  I told them to let me know if they felt anything unusual.  Since neither of them has ever been on a paranormal investigation with me nor do they know much about being an empath, I was curious to see if either of them had the “gift”.  As I expected, my son was first to inform me of the crushing sensation that he felt on his chest as we began entering the second floor where the “reported” murders had occurred.  But as we walked from room to room, I again sensed that the energy just wasn’t matching the story that I was hearing as the tour guide led us into each of the rooms where Annie Palmer supposedly murdered her husbands.  If there were ghosts on the 2nd floor, I assumed that they were hiding, but as I entered the red bedroom that supposedly belonged to Annie, I felt a strong presence that had been there for almost two hundred years.

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Rosa Palmer, aka Annie Palmer’s bed.

I stood still near the foot of the bed and gazed all around the room.  As a pair of ghostly eyes studied me, I began snapping pictures of Annie’s bed and the candelabras that seemed to light up each time I took a picture.  Although the candelabras were not lit, a flame appeared in the photographs.  I lingered in Annie’s room for a few minutes, satisfied that I had discovered where the ghost of Rose Hall likely resided until we passed into another room.  My body jerked as I turned to see a man sitting at a small desk inside the next room.  He was writing something on a tablet and as my mouth hung open in stunned silence, my eyes fell to the floor where I noticed one of his feet turned on its side.  His shoes were cream colored loafers with a black buckle.

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Corner of Annie Palmer’s bedroom.  Notice the candelabras.  They appear lit, but were not.
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Who is this woman?  Is she the real Rosa Palmer aka Annie Palmer?  The tour guides believe so.

I then became distracted by my son taking pictures of Annie’s favorite mirror.  He continued to snap pictures hoping to catch Annie’s reflection, but his efforts seemed pointless until we later reviewed his pictures and were amazed by a reflection that showed up in the mirror.  Could this be the corpse of one of Annie’s husbands?

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Annie Palmer’s favorite mirror.  My son is taking the picture, but notice the image over his shoulder and to the left of the picture.  Unexplained phenomena.

Perhaps one of the most convincing paranormal encounters that I experienced while touring Rose Hall was the energy that still lingered in the downstairs basement, now a gift shop and snack bar.  Orbs and light portals seemed to burst forth in every picture, and I suspect that these spirits are not just confined to the basement but may roam about the mansion.

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Basement of Rose Hall, now a snack bar and gift shop.

If you decide to visit Montego Bay, Jamaica and love a good ghost story, put this place on the MUST SEE list.  The spirits are here.  Although I did not sense anything malevolent from the entities, I was aware of at least two intelligent hauntings in the mansion, and I believe that the basement has a portal where souls are entering and exiting the house.  If I could spend the night at Rose Hall with a team of paranormal investigators, I believe that the spirits would eagerly tell me their side of the story.  And what a story it would be!  I’m going back…someday.

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Tomb of Annie Palmer.  According to the legend, her bones are buried deep below the ground.

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The Oren Dunn Museum Paranormal Investigation

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PARANORMAL INVESTIGATION REPORT

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Oren Dunn Museum & Outdoor Facilities

 

Investigative Team Members

Sydney Fisher- Lead Investigator, Paranormal Researcher, 

Lisa W. Kyle- Assistant Lead Investigator/Analyst, PARA 2

Josh Wagner- Lead Organizer/Assistant Lead Investigator II/Public Relations

Josh Elam- Lead Videographer/Photography

Dena Thompson Hall- Lead Videographer II/Photography

Monica Roche Adams- Team Support/Investigator/Photography

 

SYDNEY FISHER

Intuitive insights began for me 15 minutes before arriving at the museum when I was preparing to travel to the location.  I heard a conversation (clairaudient) where Rae (museum curator) was describing a loud crash that was frequently heard in the building.  She also said that the crash sounded like a huge display case falling over.  Minutes later after arriving at the museum, Rae told us exactly what I had heard just 15 minutes earlier.

Oren Dunn City Museum

Upon entering the front doors, I felt a strong, stagnant atmosphere that almost made it difficult to breathe.  Like a room void of oxygen. I walked into each exhibit room studying the energy and upon entering the Civil War room, I immediately saw a man pacing back and forth.  He continued to pace in and out the exhibit’s entry door and then stopped near an exit door inside the room.  He seemed agitated by our presence and continued to observe us.  His eyebrows were very dark and full, and he had a beard.  He was approximately 5’8”- 5’9” tall.  I concluded that he was an intelligent entity that was capable of communication.  I believe that he is either a soldier from The Battle of Tupelo or a manifestation from objects that once belonged to him and are now on display in the museum.

After moving to the next room, I observed a nurse who I believe holds some residual energy in the museum.  I had no interaction with her, but felt a strong presence in the room that contained her personal artifacts.

Upon entering the back rooms, I was overwhelmed by multiple male spirits.  Dark shadows were prevalent in the rooms and seemed to move around with ease.  Although I didn’t sense an immediate danger from those spirits, I was aware that they were capable of interaction.  When I entered the back room where the Jeep is displayed, I began to experience a sensation of being smothered.  My head began to ache and my chest felt heavy.  I sensed an extreme dark energy in the room and decided to leave the area.  I then exited the museum and investigated the outdoor buildings.

A female spirit was sitting in the rocking chair inside the cabin. She was wearing a long, dingy colored dress with a dirty apron.  Her shoes were brown.  I left upon seeing her and did not attempt communication because she looked unhappy.  I then went to the other buildings outside and did not have any other significant findings.  I then re-entered the building and felt a strong urge to return to the back room where Josh, Lisa, Monica, and Rae were cleansing the area.  As I walked inside the area, I leaned against the wall and listened as they recited The Lord’s Prayer, etc.  As soon as they finished and for reasons I cannot explain, I asked them if they were “dead” yet.  I felt a strange influence and began to stutter as I tried to explain that I expected to see things flying everywhere.  I have no explanation for my bizarre comment other than spiritual interference.

 

MONICA ROCHE ADAMS

For me it started the night before the investigation. I had a very vivid dream about two Confederate soldiers who were brothers. One had lost both legs and the other was carrying him.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t feel much in the Revolutionary building although my meter went off a few times. Nothing significant in pics either.

The WWII sections are where I felt the most energy, especially the Jeep room. I felt nauseous, hot and nervous, but not afraid. I felt what I believe was a man named Ron wrapping his arms around me and I got really cold suddenly.  I got the feeling he was protecting me. I got several pics of light streaks and it looks like one of the model planes propeller is moving in every photo of it I took.

I got one orb in the cabin by the bed. One really good one outside by the well cover, but otherwise, the church/school were quite peaceful to me. I got nothing useful on EVP, too much background noise.

 

LISA WEATHERS KYLE

Arrival– felt the presence of a woman walking back and forth in main building.  Later in the evening, I actually saw her in the museum.

Strong male intelligent angry spirit in room with the leg brace.

In Jeep back room, two male presences… Both very evil in nature.

Would say that at least one of those two was never in human form.  Has a tendency to possess a person if not guarded when you enter the room.  The entire room was off balance like it was tilting to the right.  At one point, Josh W was overcome by the evil presence and needed to be anointed with oil.

Cabin- bottom right room has residual bad mojo.  Nauseated feelings and off balance in that room.

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Oren Dunn City Museum, 19th century cabin

Upstairs rooms in cabin are full of negative energy.  Chills, nausea, dizziness were all experienced at the top of the cabin stairs.

Silo—- residual energy detected.  Not evil.

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Silos at the Oren Dunn City Museum

Area in front of cabin- feelings of it being “busy”.  Lots of back and forth traveling to and from a specific point.  Could possibly be a portal.

 

DENA THOMPSON HALL

I was with the crew when investigating the Oren Dunn museum.  I took many photos and caught orbs on several. I could feel a presence in the old military gear room but didn’t catch anything on photo until I stepped out into the hall. I caught orbs and felt cold. But my most prominent feelings came from the room where the Jeep is. I took a lot of pics here because of the negative vibe I was getting. I felt threatened and dizzy. I heard something fall towards the radio but didn’t get anything on film. I got really weak when I felt like whatever was there didn’t want us there. My eyes were tearing up to the point that I had to exit the room.

We made it outside into the cabin, while some of the crew went into the room, I stepped out where the stairs were, placed one foot onto the step to take a pic, and heard a growl.  It sounded like it was right behind me. I managed to take a pic just before the growl but didn’t catch anything.  I really enjoyed investigating the museum.

 

JOSH ELAM

My initial feelings before investigating this location were non-demonic, but negative trapped souls. My feelings were unchanged in my empath abilities once the investigation was underway.

What I witnessed— a high fever (hot head) that came out of nowhere in the middle of the lobby, many voices through the spirit box including “Doctor” as we were talking over the medical equipment, and the word “Storm” when L. Sydney Fisher was explaining the details of a tornado in the 1930’s (both pieces of evidence recorded on video).

A very negative feeling overcame me in the lower parts of the museum.  Sounds and movement were captured with static camera in the lower displays as everyone was vacated from the premises.  More evidence to come.

Overall impressions were very sad but not quite angry.  A decent amount of possession over objects but not demonic.  Not in my opinion.  I would very much go back in the lower exhibit halls for a solo EVP session.

 

Conclusion:  The Oren Dunn Museum and property has more than one intelligent haunting and may contain a portal in the back room where negative entities have entered.  A sacred blessing and cleansing by an ordained minister is recommended.

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The Lincoln House (5)
Circa, 1833

Situated on a hillside in the Columbus Historic District is the renowned Lincoln House built in 1833. The two level, wood framed house was once home to Columbus mayor, C. L. Lincoln. The house has been in the family for more than 135 years. It’s one of the oldest pre-Civil War homes in the city and in recent years past, the home was a popular bed and breakfast.

Noteworthy features of the home include a front porch with original wavy glass jib windows, white columns, and a front door with the original blue and red Venetian side lights. The house also includes a basement where the original kitchen was located along with a carriage house and stables. As decades have passed, the house has undergone modern updates and the addition of brick floors in the original English basement. The Lincoln Home is the recipient of a Heritage Trust Award (1999) and an award winning landmark in the history of Columbus.

The present day home owes its gratitude to the owners, Sidney and Brenda Caradine who have lovingly preserved the house, but a number of eye witnesses have left the Caradine’s wondering if some of its ghostly residents are still there, reminding us of its beloved past.

In November of 2017, a friend and I purchased tickets to the Ghosts and Legends Tour that’s held annually in the Fall. After arriving in downtown Columbus at the Tennessee Williams home and Welcome Center, we boarded a bus for an hour long tour. The bus navigated through the downtown area, stopping at various points along the way. Each time the bus reached a tour stop, all guests exited and were joined by guides wearing costumes relative to the historic period and story that they narrated.

We made a few stops before we reached The Lincoln House, and even though I had already heard that the house was haunted, I didn’t know any details about the place. The bus driver turned at the corner of College and 7th Street, slowly making his way along the dimly lit street. Then just as we approached the house, I noticed a man standing near the right end of the porch and a lovely, brown-haired woman gazing out the front window. Both of them were dressed in period costumes with the woman’s hair pulled up and tucked into a loose bun at the crown of her head. Her ivory dress was a floor length, chiffon gown with a high-neck lace collar. The gentleman standing outside on the porch was dressed in captain’s attire with a poet sleeve, white shirt and a bayonet by his side.

The bus pulled forward a few feet from the steps leading up to the top of the porch where we all exited and gathered in a semi-circle at the bottom of the steps. We were greeted by the home’s hostess who was dressed as Mother Goose. As she stood on the front porch steps, we listened as she narrated The Lincoln House story in a rich southern dialect that echoed the southern belle’s voices of the past. Then we were introduced to Sidney Caradine who finished the narration with another ghostly tale.

At the completion of the stories, I was surprised that we were being led back to the bus. I looked beyond the steps and toward the window where the Victorian lady stood just moments before. Wasn’t she a part of the tour? I assumed that we would be entering the front parlor of the house to hear another haunted story. However, my assumption was not only wrong, but the woman in the window had now disappeared!

A bewildered expression covered my face as I turned to our guide, Dr. Bridget Pieschel, a local expert on the town’s history and also an English professor and Director of the Center of Women’s Research and Public Policy at MUW (Mississippi University for Women, 1884).

“Aren’t we going inside the house?” I asked.

“No, we don’t go inside.” Dr. Pieschel answered, shaking her head.

“Oh.” I replied with a downturned smile as I started for the steps, and then I stopped. I turned and looked back at the porch.

“There was a woman in the window.” I said pointing to the front of the house. For a moment, I worried if I should mention the work that I do. Paranormal research wasn’t for everybody, but I felt a strong nudge to mention it.

“Well, this is Mother Goose. You know, she just narrated a part of the story here on the front steps and Mr. Caradine was on the front porch, but they’re the only two hosts here.”

I shook my head and responded with a nervous laugh. Fearing I might sound crazy, I leaned forward and whispered.

“I saw a woman in that window. She was standing right there.” I pointed to the window to the right of the front door.  Mr. Caradine’s wife joined us on the sidewalk at just that moment and introduced herself to me.

“I’m Brenda Caradine. You must have seen Miss Sue.”

“Miss Sue? Oh, is she inside the house?”

“No, you must have seen her ghost. She’s the ghost that appeared to the women who stayed in the downstairs room.” She said with a genuine and bold confidence.

A tingling chill crept over my body. I rubbed the goosebumps now evident on my arms and nodded. Then without hesitation, I asked Mrs. Caradine if I could come back at a later time and interview her. If the image that I saw standing in the window was, in fact, a ghost then I knew that I had to know more about The Lincoln Home and its history.

“Mrs. Caradine, would it be okay to contact you in a few weeks and schedule a time to talk with you. I am a writer and paranormal researcher.”

Mrs. Caradine’s approval was immediate as her eyes lit up. “Oh, yes. Please do!”

“Okay, I will be in touch with you in a few weeks. And thank you so much.” I shook her hand and then followed Dr. Pieschel back to the bus.

Just as I sat down next to Lisa, she immediately noticed the expression on my face. She looked at me as if she was waiting for me to tell her what was on my mind. As the bus began to move, I turned to look back at the house.

“Lisa, when we first pulled up to the house, did you see a woman inside that window?” I pointed toward the front porch.

“Yes, she was standing by the front door.”  Cold chills spread across my arms again.

“What did she look like?”

“She was wearing a white dress. Her hair was in a bun—

“Oh my God.” I mumbled as I covered my mouth.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lisa, I saw the same thing, but I saw the image of that woman standing on the inside of that window. The owner of the house just confirmed to me that no one was inside the house at the time they were telling the stories.”

Lisa smiled and nodded. “Wow. We just saw a ghost.”

“I believe we did. And if it’s the same ghost that they spoke of during the story, I have to know more. I’m coming back.” I promised as the bus pulled away from the curb.

Two months later, I phoned the Caradines and arranged to meet Sidney at The Lincoln House. After driving for an hour, I arrived in front of the house and parked along the street. I got out of the car and grabbed my backpack and camera case before climbing the same steps that had led me to the front of the house just weeks before when I first saw the ghost.

I paused for a moment on the sidewalk and studied the front porch area. The nervous flutter of “butterflies” in my stomach consumed me as I began to put one foot in front of the other. I walked steadfast toward the front of the house when all of a sudden the front door opened, and I was greeted by a tall gentleman dressed in a red, button down shirt and wearing a baseball cap. He closed the door behind him and introduced himself.

“Hey, I’m David. Can I help you? Maybe carry something for you?” He asked, extending his hand.

I smiled and replied. “Oh, thank you, but it’s not too much.”

“Did you have a nice drive over?” David led me to the door.

“Yes, it’s been a sunny February day.” I answered with a smile.

“Come on in and have a seat. Sidney is on his way over from his house next door. He also owns the Amzi Love House that’s been in his family for over a hundred years.” David motioned toward the front room on the right.

“Oh my! That’s intriguing.” I marveled.

As I entered the wide open entry from the foyer, my senses immediately alerted me that we were not alone. I sat my backpack and camera bag down on the corner of the sofa and then moved toward a pair of wingback chairs positioned right in front of the window where I had seen the woman’s apparition. David followed me taking a seat in the chair to the left of me.

No sooner had I sat down than the image of a man dressed in a dark suit appeared before me. He stood near the entry to the parlor and appeared to be uninterested in us until David handed me a photo. Then without warning, the now invisible man stood over me, leaning down as if he was looking at the picture in my hand. Amused and slightly unnerved by the drop in temperature near me, I leaned toward David.

“He’s standing over me!” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

David glanced at me, his eyes wide open and fixed on the space directly in front of me. Although I felt like an idiot, I couldn’t ignore how the entire left side of my body was now icy cold. I rubbed my arm in an attempt to warm myself. Then I twisted my body in the chair and faced David in an effort to ignore the ghostly presence. I placed a notepad on my lap and began to write down important details as David talked about the history of the house and some of the paranormal stories that had surfaced over the years.

Shortly thereafter, we were joined by Sidney and Brenda Caradine. I was immediately charmed by Mr. Caradine’s gentile manner as I observed him with his wife. Due to Mrs. Caradine’s failing health, Sidney had assumed a more protective and nurturing role, but both of them still exhibited a passionate love for the house as they shared stories of family history and legacies left behind for the last 185 years.

One of Sidney’s most intriguing stories involved the paranormal encounter with a large, handcrafted replica of a trolley car that still sits in the parlor today. Years ago, friends of the Caradine family came to stay at the Lincoln House. After enjoying a southern dinner and fellowship, the couple retired for the evening. Nothing unusual had happened in the home since their arrival and they had no reason to suspect anything out of the ordinary, but sometime after midnight, they were awakened by a loud and unexpected sound coming from the foyer.

The two of them lay quiet with bewildered looks and creepy goose bumps as they listened to the sound of Louie Armstrong singing It’s a Wonderful World. The music was crisp and clear as the sound bounced off the walls of the Lincoln House, and then as the couple slowly edged off the bed and out into the hall, they were shocked to find the music coming from the trolley. A handcrafted trolley that had been in the family’s heirlooms for decades without anyone ever knowing that it was a music box!

They all examined the trolley the following day and found the hidden mechanism that was responsible for activating the music, but after examining the switch and finding it difficult to slide forward, it seemed impossible for it to come on without someone manually moving it. And so the mystery remains to this day. Who turned the trolley on after decades of silence?

I listened and watched Sidney’s pale blue eyes as they widened and filled with awe while he told the trolley story, and Mrs. Caradine’s almost childlike wonder burst forth each time she took a breath while telling her own personal account with the ghosts of the Lincoln House. It was enough to convince me that I had to spend the night there, even if it was only once. And before the end of our interview, my reservation had been made.
Thrilled and now committed to contacting the ghosts of the Lincoln House, I had to find a team. A team of ghost hunters who wanted to make contact here as much as I did. In just two weeks, the ghost hunt would commence.

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