White Shirts and Ties



this is a story that was shared around my entire town. I don't know how liable this is, but I have been to the house.

The Story
The two Mormon Missionaries did their rounds in Oamaru a small coastal town on the south island of New Zealand. It was a cold day, and they had added extra layers in an attempt to stay warm as they did their work. One of the Elders had only been on his Mission for a few days and was complaining to the older missionary from the constant walking, and talking to people which was hard on him. Because Elder Smith was a little socially awkward and was shy when it came to strangers. The older missionary comforted him with his experiences and told him "Nothing is going to happen"

The two Missionaries headed up the hill and ended up on Hull Street. A small street with houses on one side and a beautiful view of the ocean on the other. The two men came to a certain point of the street and felt it would be good to knock on a specific door. The two men headed up the path to a house on the hill. The approached quickly but with every step the small hill seemed to get steeper and steeper. The air around them seemed to get heavier. Their breathing patterns seemed a bit off, and Elder Smith turned to the old missionary and asked...

"Elder should we be here" this the older missionary replied "There is no place we shouldn't be"

The men approached the door to the two story house, the house from the outside seemed no different. When they turned around they noticed the hill to be the same. But to them there was something awfully wrong about the house. The older missionary knocked on the door, completely rejecting the bad feeling he felt. But as his fist went for the 3rd knock in a row the door slowly creaked open. And revealed a dusty interior with mirrors dotting the entire hallway. The two elders were put off by the strange interior but stood there waiting for the owner.

From the depths of the dusted hall, an old ladies voice echoed from the spacious sitting room at the end of it. "Come in" she crocked. The two missionaries proceeded to enter, even though there guts were opposing this decision. They came into the large sitting room where they found a single chair and apon the single chair. There sat the lady who had called them in, hunched over and also covered in dust the lady seemed still.

She then began to sob, her cry having an eerie ring in the Missionaries ears. Her crying turned to cackling, and her cackling into laughing. The two missionaries too frightened to do anything turned around and headed outside. As they exited out onto the veranda the door behind them slammed. And the ladies laughter continued horrifically. She began to curse god and screamed blasphemous thing at the missionaries.

The two missionaries discussed what they should do still standing outside of the house. They decided that they would call their Bishop (Preacher) and see what they should do. They called him, and after a few rings the voice of their Tongan bishop came through the phone "Yeah Boys" he said assuming it was a routine call.

They went onto explain the situation they had found themselves in, and their bishop with in minutes arrived to the house with a fellow member of there church. They went straight to the door and proceeded to knock and like the time before, before the 3rd knock hit the door opened. The Tongan bishop stood in the doorway and proceeded to say in Bislama  "May we enter"'  the bishop like the Elders had served a two year mission in the island nation of Vanuatu where on his mission he experienced this almost everyday.

The lady replied in the same language "If you must" her voice not only changing language but changing tone. It seemed to not be the voice of a women, but that of a large man. They entered into the house the Missionaries slowly drifting behind them still afraid of the lady. The Bishop turned to them and said "Faith over Fear boys" the missionaries nodded their heads and the Bishop went to the lady.

He knelt beside her and began to pray in Bislama his words not heard nor understood. But with in seconds of starting the prayer the Bishop began to cry. The tears rolled down his face as he lifted his head to look at the women who began furiously shaking. He said in a quiet voice....

"Jesus is there for you" The women's countenance almost instantly changed, tears began to roll down her face. And the eerie feeling that once polluted the room lifted.

More Info
''I live a few hours out of this town, and was able to talk to Elder Smith about his experience. I also had the opportunity to meet the lady. She has since then converted to their church and continues to live in this house.''