This is my story, 8 years ago I was in the third grade, the school where I was studying is run by nuns; They said it was haunted because the founder of the school had been buried there and on her grave there was a headstone like a stone mountain. There he appeared every so often.
My shift was 1:00 in the afternoon to 6:00 in the afternoon. On any given day, I and three other friends stayed after school to play soccer on the school field, it was 6:35 in the afternoon, it was already dark. Luckily there were some lamps that lit up the court.
When I realized that it was late, I told my friends that I had to go home. There were two doors through which we could get out, one at the top and one at the bottom; My three friends took the top one because it was closer to the field, instead I wanted to go out through the lower door, since it was faster for me to get home. I went down the stairs, further on there is a playground with swings and up and down. Suddenly I heard the noise of a rusty wheel and I thought: "that must be the wind moving the already rusty swings."
But it was not so. It was getting louder and louder, I turned around and saw that the swings and the seesaws were moving as if there were people in them, but there was no one. Out of nowhere, all the games that had started moving were still and then three nuns appeared sitting on the swings, two dressed in black and one dressed in white. Those in black were, one on the left side and the other on the right side of the nun dressed in white, their faces were not visible because they were wearing a hood. On the other hand, the one who wore white, you could see her face.
I ran out of school, saw my friends and caught up with them.
Tony, what have you got? Why are you so pale? They asked me.
I told them what had happened but they didn't want to believe me.
"If it's true, let's see," they challenged me.
"Come on," I said.
I was filled with courage because I was accompanied, when we were crossing the park, nothing moved, the games continued as usual.
You are a liar, you made us come back for nothing — they had barely claimed me when the games started moving, without any explanation.
In a few seconds everything was still again, and the nuns appeared, you see just like the first time, sitting on the swings. They got up but did not walk, but floated and the one who was dressed in white told us with a demon voice:
"What are you doing here at this hour?"
We were in shock and after a few seconds, we each started running for their house. Mine was a bit far and from fear, I didn't realize how long it took me to get there. I only calmed down when I saw my mother on the corner, waiting for me.
"Why are you coming at this time and why are you so pale?"
I didn't answer him anything and went into the house. The next day I did not go through the door below, if not through the one above. During recess I was playing with my friends when I ran into a classroom and noticed a portrait. The nun was in it. I called my friends.
Isn't that the nun who came out yesterday?
"Sure, it's the same."
A teacher was passing by and we asked her what the woman in the portrait was. She told us that it was the founder of the school, named Amalia. Hearing that we felt a horrible chill and we agreed that it was the last time we stayed playing soccer until this late.
