Moonlight Night

It was 8 p.m. when Elizabeth looked at the church clock. To her horror, it was late, and it was time for her to get home. Elizabeth said goodbye to her church friends and departed.

She and her daughter, Thea, lived on the far side of the village, located in the rural part of the island. The church itself was in a clearing, surrounded by giant, menacing trees. The only way out was by an unpaved road that led straight to the tunnel.

On that particular night, the moon was full, illuminating the trees. However, Elizabeth felt uneasy. She felt as though she were being watched by things that went bump in the night—ghouls and creatures that menaced the darkness.

Her eyes darted as she walked briskly among the trees, glancing from side to side as the branches creaked like an old ship in an unforgiving storm.

As they approached the tunnel, a ghostly figure emerged from the other side. Elizabeth grabbed her daughter and quickly hid in some nearby bushes. As you can tell, the church was too far to run back.

Elizabeth looked at her daughter and signaled her to be quiet. Thea, confused, could not understand why her mother, wide-eyed and sweating, looked so terrified. Elizabeth quickly pressed her daughter’s head into her bosom.

Thea, curious, peeked in the direction her mother was staring. Before she could scream, Elizabeth covered her mouth. Appearing before them was a man with no legs, floating in mid-air.

The creature stopped, looked up at the moon, then veered off into the trees and vanished. Elizabeth grabbed her daughter, and the two bolted through the tunnel. They did not stop until they reached a group of villagers.

Ironically enough, the villagers were singing songs about the moon. The following morning, Thea asked her mother, “Who was that?” To which her mother replied, “No one you should know.”

You see, folks, the Caribbean is full of many, many stories of spirits—Lajabless, Jack O'Lantern, The Old Hige, and many others that roam the streets at night.

This incident in particular happened in the 1970s in the rural part of the island, which was poorly lit. It also occurred in November, a time when relatives visited the graves of their loved ones to communicate with them. According to folklore, this was a time when spirits were free to roam

— MO SPEAX