Jamaica attack by Rastafarians

Jamaica Attack By Rastafarians

Rockhouse-negril-jamaica Rastafarians attacked us in the middle of the night at the exclusive rock house.

Many years ago my cousin and I were vacationing in Jamaica at the Rock House in Negil. They have these great little villa on the cliffs over looking the Caribbean.

They had a Jamaican security guard that walk around the compound at night carrying a spear gun since guns are banned all over the island. The walkways to our villa was lit with kerosene lamps. Quite beautiful really. I was told the Rolling Stones have stayed there.

The window are secured with nothing more than wooden shutters and we left them open at night. I kept my diving knife next to my bed just for some
protection although I never thought I would need it.

In the middle of the night I awoke to a sound. My cousin was still asleep. I saw movement. I stayed motionless in bed. I could see out better than anyone could see in because of the clear skies and moonlight...

Movement outside again... I slowly reached for my diving knife. No movement for a couple of minutes.

Was I dreaming?

Something catches my eye and I turn to see a Rasta clawing in the window with something in his teeth. He has one foot in the bedroom.

Without thinking, I rush him and pin him to the wall with my diving knife to his throat. Thinking back, I know I screamed at him.

After what was probably no more than 2 seconds but felt like minutes, he backs out with my knife held to his throat.

He vanishes.

My cousin awakes having seen nothing. I run to the kitchen and get him a steak knife. He does not believe what I tell him. His is not really awake.

I look outside and notice all the lanterns are dark.

I look out all windows and see nothing. Minutes pass. My breathing starts to slow.

We hear a noise at the back door. Someone is trying to open the door! Now I am fucking freaked out.

The Rasta intruders knows two things. One, that there is an American male in here. And two, this American male has a big diving knife. A big fucker, I mean 10 inches in length .. and he still wants in?

Shit. I am telling you my heart fell to the floor. We start locking the shutters.

We sense move movement. There are more than one of them. The rattle the windows and continue this circling for a good half an hour.

For the first time I feared death. I mean a knife fight with Rastas in the middle of nowhere. No hospital for hours.

We both feared for our lives. Finally... silence.
We stay awake until dawn when I venture out.

The security guard in nowhere to be found. Everything else is normal. No other villas where attacked.

Management seems to doubt our story. Police would be useless down here anyway. We got nowhere in reported this.

We just live it in memory. Who knows what they were really after or what would have happened had they got it...