After my parents died of yellow
fever in Haiti, I was reared to maturity by my nanny. When I came of age, I left the island of
Haiti for the island of Jamaica in search of a better life. I intend to have financial security. I met and married John Palmer and lived on
his beautiful plantation estate, Rose
Hall. Complete with a sugar plantation and
thousands of slaves.
I have a way with men, and I have
way with my male slaves. I’m as brutal
and sadistic as any male plantation slave owner. I’m also gaining a reputation as a “black
widow”. People are starting to wonder
why every husband I have gets sick and dies.
My fortune grows after each husband’s untimely demise. I am three times a widow. My slaves are also getting restless. They don’t like my treatment of them.
Well, no party lasts forever. I was done in by my black lover and company. But I still can’t leave this place, its
beauty, the scenery, the memories.
People claim to see me riding on horseback and hear my footsteps in the
mansion halls. Come by and see me
sometime. Tours
of my former estate are a popular attraction.
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