Hanging barn
Tthis happened to me about 3-4 years ago. My friend Andy and I were in an elderly abandoned barn taking photos and videos of the place just because we were bored. When we were there it was probably between 2 and 3 in the afternoon. Andy decided to go into the barn to check it out and see what photos we could take inside. I stayed to the side to set up the cameras on tripods. I was getting a good focus when I saw a hawk flying over the same barn that Andy had just entered. I followed it with my 35mm camera and as it flew over the barn I noticed a figure standing on the roof of the barn (remember I can see it through the camera lens). I moved the camera away from my face and looked up, but there was nothing there. I put the camera back to my face and the figure was still there. I started taking photos as I called for Andy to come out of the barn. He got out and I told him to grab the camera and start recording where my camera was pointing. He did so and we both watched through our lenses as the figure came down from the edge of the barn, saw the shadow of the rope learning, and then nothing. We were pretty scared so we went back to him. We took the video off the camera and went to develop the film. While we waited a full hour, we went to the public library and checked out the location of the barn. Apparently a girl hanged herself on the roof of this barn in the 1910s. We looked at her photo and it turned out that she was the same girl we saw. Quite terrifying, and what's even more terrifying is that I have to pass this place every day on my way to school and I still think of it as a hanging barn.
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Opening the door
ABOUTOne night, my best friend Stacey and I were home alone, watching The Simpsons. We had both of my cats, Oreo and Smokey, with us. Before we made sure all the doors were closed. We sat there. Suddenly we heard the door open, so we got up and went to see. It was locked… Then we locked it, checked the other doors and there was nothing there. We went back to watching The Simpsons and heard the door open again (remember we locked all the doors). Well, the door was closed but open. We looked out the window and saw a shadow passing by. I opened the door and shouted, “Is anyone there?” Nobody answered. So I went back to the window and saw this person, all white, like a ghost floating in the air. I called my dad and he came home and told me a story about a woman who had been hit by a car while walking her dog and was now hanging around our shed.
When I found out about it and my dad found out it was true, we immediately moved and the house burned down, no one wanted to move there because the lady who was hit by the car was walking around the shed and the house.
Ghost of the Mayor's Hall: a Jesuit monk
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!