Jamaican Duppy Stories

There is bound to be a whole bunch of these. I know growing up as a child in the country this was what kept the night interesting. There was no tv, and hardly any radio, but there was always story time.

Some people will swear upon their lives that some of these stories are true, if you know any such stories, jot them down here.

Let me start with a story I heard as a child you be the judge.

So it was late one night and this was in the country where street lights seem like they are a mile apart. There is an old road called 'Valley', where it is said that a boy was playing in a tree and fell out and died. His spirit would haunt the street. At least so the story goes.

As a result no one would be on that street at night.

It so happened that my father was walking home alone one fateful night and had to pass under  the infamous tree. Now my father claimed there was no such thing as ghost or duppy so he was walking boldly up the street.

With nothing but the stars and the moon as light, the closer he got to the tree, he started uncomfortable and his heart began to race. He consoled himself by telling himself there was no such thing, but that consolation seemed hardly to work the closer he got to the tree.

Not wanting to show any signs of fear, he did not walk any faster or slower as he approached the tree, but he could not control his breathing. His heart was just pounding out of his chest.

Finally he was under the tree, and fate would have it that  something would fall out of the tree and hit him on his shoulder.

Whether it was a leaf, a piece of stick or the infamous duppy, my father never stayed long enough to find out. He said that the speed at which he peeled out from under that tree, he must have left boot marks on the ground.
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