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!
The night I started to believe in
AND he was about 13 when it happened. My parents were at a concert with friends and I was at home watching my little brother. The first part of the night was fine, but around ten o'clock I heard a high-pitched scream. I thought it was my little brother who had a bad dream, so I went to check on him. When I entered his room, he didn't look like he was having a bad dream. I stayed there for a while to see if he would start screaming again.
He didn't do it, someone else did it or something else. I was still in the room when another scream came from the stairs. I got scared. I called my parents crying and told them to come home. They just told me it was all in my head and to go get some sleep. I didn't feel unthreatening with my little brother alone in his room, so I took him to sleep with me. About ten minutes after I went to bed, the door slammed. None of the windows were open, so it wasn't wind. I decided to look for what was causing all this noise. I took my guitar with me to strum… As if that would aid anyone. I couldn't see anything upstairs or downstairs, but when I went down to the basement, an unknown figure appeared in the corner. I didn't think he saw me, but he was crying a lot. I think it was a child, about four years venerable. I was terrified by what I saw. It didn't look unsafe. It was quite limpid, but not completely. I went to my room, closed the door and waited for my parents to come home. I fell asleep before I could tell them everything.
The next morning I did some research on the house. We lived in and it was written that there was a Jewish family living during the Holocaust. They were all taken to the Auschwitz concentration camp, all but the youngest one have no idea what happened to that one child and I think I saw the one child who was left and that he went back to look for his family and they weren't there.
After my experience, I will always believe in ghosts.
The face behind the curtains
Tthis happened last night 24/03/07. It was around 1:30 a.m. My cousin and I couldn't sleep because of the noises and things we saw. My uncle and aunt were sleeping. Only we were awake and alone in the living room. My older cousin worked. My younger cousin and I were telling stories. At that moment I heard whistling in the bathroom. My cousin then told me she wanted to go to the bathroom, and when I told her what I heard, she didn't want to go. Then my older cousin came and started eating in the living room where we were. My uncle came out of his room and told us about his dream. I didn't pay much attention to it because I was distracted by something I saw behind the curtain. I looked closely and saw the face of an senior woman. Then the face disappeared, but I could still see the lump behind the curtain. I went to check with fear. I opened it, but I couldn't see anything. I didn't tell anyone until the next day so as not to scare them. I still haven't found out what really lies behind the mysterious curtains.