This story was shared by Michelle Lemke-Budke, founder of First City Paranormal based in Kansas. I am reproducing it here in full as recounted on the forum.
First City Paranormal is a respected investigation team that clears haunted homes and refers to outside clergy when intervention is warranted. This forum is a trending site on Facebook with an rapidly increasing number of followers.
Here is the true story:
On New Year’s Day 2017 at around 8:15 am, a twenty four-year-old woman named Jessica left her home on Seth Powell Way, Huyton in Merseyside, England. She was bound for her auntie’s home in Stockbridge Village.
Jessica had been minding her aunt’s dog, George, who stayed overnight, but the pup kept Jessica awake, pining to go home. After breakfast, she set out with the dog on a chain leash, bound for her auntie’s home to drop him off. George seemed to stop at every lamp post, dragging the brief walk to a more leisurely pace. Thus, it was around eight fifteen in the morning as Jessica took a shortcut across the circular grassy island of the roundabout at Waterpark Drive and Haswell.
George dragged his paws to sniff every inch of the ground which made the walk difficult. Thus preoccupied, Jessica glanced up as she sensed something near her: A nun kneeling at a large stone on the island of the roundabout. George began barking with ferocity, his hackles up. George appeared afraid of the nun and tugged Jessica to the left with the leash, threatening to imbalance her and fall. To her consternation, the kneeling figure did not react in any way and Jessica ran across the island of the roundabout with George pulling her along.
Jessica discovered that despite the mad dash precipitated by the terrified pup, the nun was right behind her. In pursuit – and it had nothing inside of its veil and cap – just blackness.
Jessica let out a scream and looked about. Not a soul nor a single car passed. She kept running, the dog howled as it raced ahead tugging her. The aunt’s home was eight hundred yards ahead. Jessica darted a fearful glance behind her as the dog continued his relentless pull at the lease. To her relief, the figure had vanished.
The ghostly nun has been seen in the area before. In 2009, the reporter of this account received a letter from a man named “Jimmy” who saw the nun darting about one evening as he stood on the balcony of his flat in the hi-rise Mosscraig tower block in Stockbridge Village.
The time was around half-past ten pm in late summer, so dusk had settled in. Jimmy was scanning the horizon with a pair of low-powered 8 x 30 binoculars as his girlfriend Gina made him a sandwich.
A keen ornithologist, Jimmy had been looking at a sparrowhawk through the binoculars, but now as twilight gathered, he’d lost sight of the bird. Instead, he noticed something very strange under a quarter of a mile away:
It looked like a black point to the naked eye, moving about rapidly on the island of the roundabout to the left of Haswell Drive. Eager to determine what it was, Jimmy picked up the binoculars and focused on the spot. Through his binoculars, he saw a figure in a long robe and hood, moving at an incredible speed into the path of oncoming cars – and then back to the middle of the roundabout’s island.
Alarmed, Jimmy called Gina onto the balcony. Gina approached and had a look through the field glasses and decided the figure was a nun.
“Nah, it looks like a monk,” Jimmy told her, but Gina had better eyesight.
“I see the white wimple part of the nun’s habit clearly. It’s definitely a nun.”
– but she was a bit spooked at the way the nun was flitting about at high speed.
The figure vanished ten minutes later. Gina felt there was something obviously supernatural about the unbelievably agile nun. She asked her boyfriend to come in off the balcony, but Jimmy, fascinated by the possible ghost, kept scanning the area around the roundabout for the sinister figure.
Just before 11pm, Jimmy backed away from the balcony and almost stumbled onto Gina as she sat watching the TV.
“She’s down there,” he whispered, with a look of horror on his face.
“What?” Gina got up and expected him to say he was joking.
“She’s down there!”
Gina darted out to the balcony. Jimmy tried to stop her by grabbing her arm, but she away from his grasp and looked over the balcony rail.
A nun was standing still on the corner of Little Moss Hey, next to a wheelie bin.
The nun was looking up at Gina – a faceless figure inside the habit.
A feeling akin to an electric shock jolted through Gina’s chest. She backed away and stumbled into the living room, where Jimmy stood fumbling with the television’s mute button.
“I told you!” Jimmy said through clenched teeth. Gina had never seen him so scared.
“Close the door, Jimmy,” Gina told him.
Gina darted to the balcony and shut the sliding glass door, drawing the curtains.
Jimmy dimmed the lights, and then rushed into the kitchen and took a look out the window of another room – and the nun was still there below.
Gina whispered: “She knows we’re looking at her. This is so creepy!”
“It’s not a ghost, Gina,” said Jimmy, in a poor attempt to calm down his girlfriend, “it’s someone dressed up as –” And before he could finish, the figure flew across the road – towards the 15-storey tower block.
Gina let out a scream.
Jimmy went to the front door, put on the bolt and the safety catch of the Yale lock, and then he backed away into the living room. Gina had her hands to her face as she looked in terror at that front door.
Jimmy said over and over that the nun was just someone messing about, but Gina told him to be quiet. Then, they both thought they heard a noise outside the front door. It sounded like a click.
Jimmy wanted to look through the wide-angle door viewer but Gina clutched his hand and refused to let him go.
The frightened couple stood there listening, but heard nothing more – but they did smell something that reminded them both of church incense, and it seemed to come down the hallway from the front door.
Jimmy went back out onto the balcony – and as soon as he looked over the rail, he saw the nun, “bombing down the road” until she stopped at the bottom of a neighboring towerblock called Whincraig.
Gina saw her too, and she had a look at the unearthly figure through the binoculars and saw that the figure didn’t seem to have any hands in the sleeves of the habit.
Jimmy was supposed to drive his girlfriend to her home on Longview Drive at around midnight, but Gina decided to stay at his flat because she was so scared of encountering the creepy nun.
The couple watched the nun remain stationary for a while, until someone came out of Whincraig to go to their car. The figure responded by floating off at a phenomenal speed down Little Moss Hey, flew around the curve in the road below the block of flats where Jimmy lived.
It then vanished into the night.
At around one in the moring, Jimmy opened the front door a few inches and peeped outside. On the little bristly mat outside his door was something which looked like a six large black grapes on a stalk, but Gina thought they looked more like huge berries.
The couple never touched them, and established that the berries were giving off that strong smell of church incense.
The following morning, Jimmy and Gina saw that the fruit was gone.
The significance of the berries is unknown to this day. Did the nun leave them there?
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