In 1995, I took a day trip with B to Little Bay.
We were greeted by a large white man, Bigga. I also met his wife and she was very kind, humble. She was a Jehovah Witness and so was I. She was such a tiny woman to be with such a large BIG man.
We were escorted to a patio area, pretty far back from the sea, say BBC entrance to the water, and served homemade banana bread and coffee. I was very nice afternoon.
Then they took us on a guided tour of thier HUGE home/Bar. Let me tell you...I was so impressed, the entire kitchen was run on solar power, as well as the house. Wow, I asked how much? $3,500.usd for fridge and panel, to pricey for us.
Then it was time for 'man talk'. I can't remember her name, but the wife walked me over some, lava like, about 30 feet out to the water. The rocks were hissing. It gave me chills up my spine. It sounded as the dead were trapped in there and the whistling sounded so evil, to this day I have never, heard such a scary sound by Mother Nature.
We continued to walk to the sea, only a few more steps. I was frighted as the water was so deep and dark and all that howling.
We reached the water, and she asked if I would like a swim? Right then it was like Pirates of the caribean, a huge wave shapped like a BIG hand and seemed if it was going to draw me in! It seemed Evil! My hostess pulled me back or I would have been gone to sea. No Lie.
The men heard the screaming and came running. I ran back as there was a second hand coming at me.
I have 3 eyewitness to those hands coming from the sea or I thought no one would believe this, ever.
I wanted to go home. We said our goodbyes and left. I never went back to that haunted place ever.
Inspiration to tell he story...some things were mentioned, little bay is scary and it jogged my memory.
I hope you all enjoy this story, Thanks for reading!