Tit happened in 1985 at Ponce's town hall, “Casa Alcaldia”. My friend and I attended an art exhibition. I saw a monk, he had a long brown habit, a long rope as if tied around his waist and a long cross made of wood. It looked like wood. His upper head was shaved. I looked at him, only from the back, I asked my friend if she had seen a monk, she replied that she had not seen any monk. I told her to follow me so she could see him. She couldn't see him. I tried to see his face, but I couldn't. I tried, but he keeps going. I only saw his ears, but not the side of his face. It was looking at pictures. Then he started walking.
I told my friend to follow me. I follow him because I have never seen my father like this, dressed like this. He then took the left side stairs to go to the second floor. I thought the second floor should be open to visitors. So I went. When I turned to go upstairs, the gate was closed. There was no one there. It was murky. She asked me what was wrong with me, I said forget it, I thought I saw a monk. Well, I saw it!
Two years later, I was appointed to work in the Tourism Department of the City Hall, located in the same building on the first floor. One day our superior told us to look for information about an intriguing place in the city. I asked him about the history of the building, he told me that it was once a Jesuit church and there was a cemetery nearby. I asked him if he had ever heard any strange stories about this place. He did so and experienced one thing. He said he was alone one night and was looking for something to do with Ponce's carnival. He saw a high man wearing a black cloak and hood. I just touched his hand and it was frosty. Why did it do this? He doesn't know. Then he disappeared.
One day, an employee and I went to the second floor above the office. I opened the lock. I placed the padlock in a safe and sound place. Then we went looking for costumes. When we finished, the lock was gone. We were scared. After a long time we found the castle. On the seat of the chair. We went quickly. My stomach hurt with fear. I never went there again.
Then I found out that there were stories about this place where people saw apparitions of monks, slaves and other people. TERRIFYING!
