My friend and I used to be one of the 'regulars' who would camp out; or in
our case, 'car-out' by Borley Church every Friday night for many months way
back in the late 1970's. In all our times there, there was only one occasion
when something odd occurred.
On the night in question, we were parked up in my car, and on this occasion,
there were no other 'hunters' present. It was about 02:30 when my friend
said, "there's someone walking towards us along the path that leads from the
Church door, to the road". Having been on location for 3 hours or so, I
suggested he was pulling my leg, as we had seen no-one come or go to the
Church since our arrival.
After a few seconds I looked, and to my amazement saw some-one/thing dressed
as a hooded Monk dressed in white from head to toe. I froze! I thought, this
must be a dream, but the 'Monk' came round to the passenger side of the car,
and my friend slowly wound the window down. the 'Monk' passed a coin through
the small gap in the window and asked us what the coin was, as it had fallen
at his feet as he was praying in the Church (at 02:30 in the morning!!). My
friend looked at it, and said it was a Florin and passed the coin back.
The 'Monk' thanked us, and walked away down the road to the left of the
Church as you face it. As soon as I saw the top of the 'Monk's' head
dissapear over the horizon, I started the car and drove quickly to see where
he was walking to, There was no sign of the Monk, and there were no cars or
pedestrians anywhere in sight.
To this day, we have no idea what it was that we saw, but both remarked that
we could not see a face inside the monk's hood, though whatever it was, it
WAS there!
I swear this is not a made-up story.
When the security lights were put up at the Church, both my friend and I
stopped going, as the atmosphere of the place had been broken.
Ian Rolfe