Haunted Nuns

                                                              Haunted Nuns                 


This is a true story that happened to my friend and me. We were driving down this old road way out in the country, and as we came to this hill there were two nuns walking. One was taller than the other and skinnier as well. I looked at the tallest nun, who had a far-away stare in her eyes, like in another time period. The smaller nun looked at me and smiled and we went to the bottom of the hill. I said to my friend, "Stop the truck and go back up the hill again." She asked why and I told her, "Look, you don't find nuns walking out like this. Plus, didn't you notice the habits being out dated? They don't dress in long habits anymore."
So, we turn around and went back up the hill; the nuns had vanished completely. We looked in all directions. No nuns. We finally found some people working outside on their house and we stopped to ask them if they saw the nuns. The lady told us no, but to go to the end of the road and talk with the lady there.
As we approached the house, we argued about who was going to go knock on the door and ask this lady about what we saw. It turned out I had to go knock on the door and ask this little lady about the nuns. We were invited in and she went into the bedroom and brought out a scrapbook full of newspaper clippings. We talked and looked at the newspaper clippings and found out the tallest nun was her daughter, and her friend who also was a nun. Come to find out they died a very tragic death near the spot where we saw them. This happened back in the late 1950s. 
According to the clippings, they came home for a family reunion and that morning of the reunion decided to take a walk. When they approached this hilltop, a truck with three men in it stopped to ask them if they would like a ride. Smelling liquor, they said no. This offended the men, but they drove down the hill and turned around coming up to the nuns. Two of the men grabbed them and took them out in a field where they raped and strangled them. 
They appear near the time of their demise. After we left, we made a pact between us not to mention this to anyone. On our way back in town, we had to cross this big bridge. Half way in the middle of the bridge, my friend slammed on the brakes and pointed up, staring. My side of the door was slammed next to the bridge, so I had to kick her out to see what she was pointing about. I looked up and saw what she was pointing at. There in mid-air was this beautiful man dressed in a white robe with golden ropes and brown sandals. His hair was the color of dark, curly brown and hazel eyes. He just smiled and held his hands out to us. I had about enough of this by now and I pushed her inside the truck and drove off the bridge. 
I stopped and we discussed everything we'd seen. All she could say was, "We have to tell mom about this." When we got home, she burst through the doors and began to babble about what we experienced. Mom not understanding her, looked at me and I told her what we had experienced and tears formed in her eyes. This I thought would be an end, but was I ever wrong. Mother immediately called a priest and told him about our experiences. He came over and he separated us and talked to us about what we had seen. After awhile, he left and I thought we were done. Unfortunately, I was wrong again. The father called the Diocese in St. Genevieve, Mo. and related the story. The following weekend we were to meet at the church. They separated us immediately. They questioned us for hours over and over. Finally, all the reports went to the Pope. They are now considered locked.