Jim Williams was very superstitious and interested in knowing the future. Some said that he had a deep belief in magic and the spirit world. For those who read John Berendt's book or saw Clint Eastwood's movie, one of the most interesting characters was a colorful voodoo princess called Minerva, a pseudonym for Valerie Fennel Aiken Boles, who lived in Beaufort, South Carolina. She seemed almost omnipresent, casting spells on District Attorney Spencer Lawton, witnesses, and jurors. She also performed rites to appease the spirit of Danny Hansford, whom she reasonably assumed was angry about being shot. Boles learned her skills from her husband M.J. Washington, who called himself "Dr. Eagle." Jim was a client of Dr. Eagle, and when he died, Jim used Boles, who took over his practice as a "root doctor."
According to a man who frequented the Monterey Square area where Jim's Mercer House is located, Boles was in Savannah frequently in the 1970s and 1980s, finding a ready market for her services from Jim and others. She passed away in early May 2009. Her age was undisclosed.
Root doctors are still a big thing in the Low Country, especially in parts of South Carolina. They claim to perform a wide range of personal services, such as getting revenge on an enemy, removing curses, preparing love potions, or even ensuring a criminal a shorter prison sentence. They are a current-day version of a shaman or witch doctor using herbs and potions to perform their magic rites.
In addition to using Boles' services, Joe Goodman said that Jim often went to palm readers, even on one of his trips to Europe where Joe accompanied him. In many ways, it is not surprising that Jim had a deep belief in the spirit world, considering what he went through when he renovated and later lived in the Hampton Lillibridge house.
According to James Caskey in Haunted Savannah, in 1799, Rhode Islander Hampton Lillibridge built the three-story New England-style house with a gambrel roof and unusual widow's walk, near the center of Savannah. Lillibridge also had a plantation on Sea Island, which is now a resort community with the high-end Cloister boutique hotel, south of Savannah. Jim bought the house in 1963, and moved it to 507 East St. Julian Street, across from the Odingsells house that Jim had restored.
The brick masons working on the house complained about the noise of people running around on the upper floor, but there were no steps to the upper floor at that time and no evidence that anyone human was up there. Throughout the restoration, the masons threatened to quit working on the house because they heard loud voices, furniture being moved around, and feet stomping on the upper floor.
Jim, Joe Goodman, and a number of other people also heard sounds that couldn't be explained by any natural means. Joe, who does not believe in the supernatural, said he heard heavy chains being dragged across the floor above when there was no one on that floor.
Another time, Joe and Jim were standing outside of the house. Joe saw a Siamese cat looking at them from the upper floor window.
"Williams," he said, pointing to the cat. "Look up there. That's Nooney."
"Sure enough," Jim admitted after staring hard at the cat. "It's Nooney." Nooney, Jim's cat, had died two years earlier.
One of the most chilling episodes in the house occurred later, when Jim was out of town and three of his friends tried to persuade the masons to go back to work in the house. The friends heard noises that sounded like people upstairs, even though the house was empty. One of the friends went up to investigate. Margaret Wayt DeBolt describes the event in Savannah Spectres and Other Strange Tales:
"When the others went looking for him, they were shocked to find him lying face down on the floor. He said he felt as though he had just walked into a pool of cold water, and was being overpowered by some force. He had dropped to the floor to try to avoid whatever seemed to be drawing him toward the thirty-foot drop of the unfinished chimney shaft."
Various other specters were seen at the windows, including a dark-haired man in a suit and a bow tie. Another time, a gray-haired man with a gray suit and white tie was seen when the house was vacant and locked.
It's really no wonder that Jim personally believed the place was haunted. Once, when he was talking to a police officer in the house, they heard a crashing sound from a room in which Williams had a pipe organ. When the policeman went upstairs, the pipe organ was fine. Nothing could have made the repeated loud crashing noises. At other times, when Jim was in bed, he heard footsteps come into his room and stop at the foot of his bed.
The house developed a reputation. One night, when Jim was in Europe buying antiques, neighbors heard singing. Through the lighted windows, they could see figures dancing. However, the neighbors found out the next day that the house was empty and locked.
Jim had spent a great deal of time and money painstakingly restoring the house and had no desire to see it lose its value because of supernatural forces. To fix the problem, he contacted the Right Reverend Albert R. Stewart, an Episcopal bishop, to perform the rite of exorcism in December 1963. Joe Goodman was there when the bishop came to the house, fully robed with young acolytes. Joe recalled that the bishop said a few words and blessed the house, but the ceremony, which was reported to have lasted 45 minutes, was really not much more than 10 to 15 minutes. Perhaps if the exorcism rite had been longer, the effects would have been more lasting. The spirits kept away for about ten days, but then returned.
The Hampton Lillibridge house was so obviously haunted that various psychics came to investigate both the phenomena and the history of the house. While the house was being moved from its original location on East Bryan Street, a workman died when the house that was being moved with it collapsed. Some believed that a sailor who once lived in the house had committed suicide by hanging himself in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Jim later recalled that when the house was moved, there was an old crypt on the lot underneath the house, but no one thought to investigate it then. By the time Jim thought of checking out the crypt, it had already been covered up.
As time went on, Jim's charismatic personality, expertise in antiques, and dedication to furthering the preservation of homes in the historic district earned him a growing number of friends in Savannah's old-money class. He was also making inroads with influential bankers like Mills B. Lane Jr. Lane was the head of Citizens and Southern National Bank, the largest bank in the South, and a major force in Georgia politics. When Lane returned from Atlanta to live in Savannah, the city of his birth, Jim sold him a lot across the street from his house on St. Julien. Good neighbors and friends for years, they used to walk around the neighborhood drinking wine and talking about the restoration of downtown Savannah.
Eventually, Jim sold the Hampton Lillibridge house, despite its notoriety, or perhaps because of it. Subsequent owners of the house have reported a number of strange events, like hearing inexplicable music or furniture moved around in empty rooms on the floor above, but the ghostly events did not have the frequency or intensity that had existed when Jim owned it. Most of the unusual happenings were experienced by people who did not live in the house.
