WELCOME to Haunted Wirral, a feature series written by world-famous psychic researcher, Tom Slemen for the Globe.

In this latest tale, a vandal is the subject of a terrifying attack.

ONE moonlit evening in July 1982, a group of teenage vandals descended on Flaybrick Hill Cemetery with cans of spray paint, air pistols, hammers and iron bars, intending to cause as much damage as they could to the chapel and gravestones.

Around that time, there had been reports in the local and national press of "drug-crazed Satan-worshipping vandals" going on a spree of desecration at the cemeteries of Wirral.

In the burial ground of St Hilary’s Church in Wallasey, one grave had been attacked so regularly by the vandals that a 100-year-old coffin had been exposed.

The Rector of St Hilary’s Church, the Reverend Stanley Walker, told journalists: "I have lost count of how many gravestones have been attacked. Some have been smashed beyond repair. At one time even vandals respected cemeteries; now they spray swastikas and unrepeatable slogans on the church and graves with aerosol cans."

At Flaybrick Hill Cemetery, the door leading to the underground sepulchre for the family of William Laird (founder of the world-famous Cammell Laird shipbuilding firm) had been forced open.

The vandals also laughed and cheered as they shot an owl to death at the cemetery with their air pistols before wounding a fox.

Around this time there were a number of sickening acts of animal cruelty at Flaybrick Cemetery, including a lost dog that had been horrifically battered to death.

The delinquents then came upon an old tramp who was sleeping under a tree in the cemetery, and they all began to lay into him with their "Bovver Boots".

The vagrant was left with cracked ribs and a broken tooth.

He said he was of Romany blood and laid a curse on the gang in a mixture of English and Romani.

"No one can put curses on nobody," yelled Terry, the leader of the gang of vandals, but his lackeys seemed to think they really had been cursed, and they all hurried away, intending to leave the cemetery.

By the light of the full moon, something in white and purple was seen creeping between the forest of headstones, and when it drew nearer, some of the gang members saw that the figure was a clown with a purplish suit and a big white frilly collar.

This weird figure darted behind a tomb, and then seconds later it reappeared next to Stephen - the 16-year-old vandal with the airgun who had killed the owl.

He saw that the clown was undoubtedly female, and she let out a screeching laugh before charging at the youth. As Stephen was turning to run, she was on him, and she was biting into his face and neck.

His screams echoed throughout the cemetery.

One 18-year-old shot ball bearings at the clown with his gun but she didn’t even flinch. She left Stephen screaming in agony with a bloodied face and neck and the gang ran off in panic.

When the gang-leader Terry told his mother Jacqui what had happened, she said, "Oh, Terry, it’s just been someone dressed up as a clown trying to scare you, you big soft thing."

Jacqui didn't tell her teenage son he should not have been in a cemetery with a gang armed with air pistols, hammers and iron bars, and she actually encouraged him to go back to Flaybrick and sort out whoever it was who had played a joke on him.

Terry said wild horses wouldn’t be able to drag him back to that cemetery after seeing the horrific bite-marks the woman had inflicted on his mate Stephen’s face and neck; the lad had to have stitches.

Terry told his Gran, Elsie, about the incident in the cemetery, and she told him that he’d encountered the “Clown Woman” – the violent ghost of a female clown that had been seen in Flaybrick Hill Cemetery since the 1930s.

Sometimes she was heard playing a tiny ukulele near her grave, and Elsie said she'd show Terry the grave in question but he shook his head and his mother said: "Oh mam, stop scaring Terry; you know there’s no ghost in that cemetery."

"There is a ghost, and if I were you I'd sleep with a Bible under your pillow and put a rosary on when you go to bed,’ Elsie insisted; ‘she’s a horrible spirit, and she has frightened children and old people to death – "

"Enough! Put a sock in it, Mam!’ protested Jacqui.

"It's no use burying your head in the sand if there's a curse!" yelled back Elsie, and then her eyes bulged as she looked at the window. "Oh!"

Jacqui and her son looked at the window in question and something flitted away from it. It looked like a pale face.

Elsie clutched her chest and seemed to be in pain.

"It was her!" she said, and started to shake.

"She was looking through the window at us all. I’m not staying here."

"I've never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life, mam;" said Jacqui, glancing at the window, ‘maybe you should go and stay with Joan!’ Joan was Jacqui’s older sister.

"I will!" cried Elsie, and Terry said, "I'll go with you, Gran."

Jacqui screeched at them, calling them superstitious idiots, and told them to leave, then said she was going to meet a man later on and would be out all night anyway. This upset Terry because his father had only died a few months before.

He left the house with his Gran, bound for Joan’s house on Heather Brow, a ten minute walk away.

As Jacqui showered half an hour later, a woman in a clown’s outfit with a chalk white face appeared in front of her.

The weird laughing figure held the urn that contained the ashes of Jacqui's husband.

It threw them over Jacqui, and then vanished. Jacqui fainted in terror.

When she awoke she heard the clown laughing in the house somewhere, and so she ran out the place stark naked, screaming at the top of her voice for help. She later suffered a nervous breakdown and was hospitalised for months.

The Clown Woman is still occasionally seen in Flaybrick Hill Cemetery...

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