This is a story I heard on a trip I recently made to Veraguas, in the region of La Arauca. A legend that, according to its inhabitants, is as real as it is creepy.
In a town called Acora, in the Pacific, there are only the ruins of a convent so large that it occupies almost a quarter of the sector. There still lie stories of which only the walls are witnesses, because no living being even dares to enter through the door.
By the end of the nineteenth century, the covent was the school of religious par excellence, a city that would have nothing to envy the Vatican. Where Novices from different parts of the world arrived every day to prepare for their call.
The Mother Superior: Sister Matilde.
Sister Matilde or Mother Matilde, as they used to tell her, was responsible for everything going in order in this female monastery, from taking care that each practitioner complied with the rules, to lighting the candles in the sanctuary. And precisely there comes the end and the beginning of this story.
Little was known of the biography of Matilde Frédérich because she was the oldest in this place and anchored to her vow of silence, only the rumors and gossip of the corridor were the ones that spoke for her. According to what they said, Mother Matilde had been raped when she was just a teenager, thus being on tape. His parents made him give adoption to that child who came on the road because of the filth of that evil man of whom nothing is known, or at least they made believe, because in the town it was said that his parents had done charge of making that child not live. For shame they forced her to pay the crime of having been raped, confined to a convent and forced to make a vow of silence for life. Only that is known. Matilde never saw her son again
It had just begun the eleventh month of the year, coincidentally, the Day of the Dead Saints, Mother Matilde, as she did every day, lit the candles and candles of the sanctuary and went on her way to make sure that all the doors and windows were closed.
As she passes through the public speaking room, Matilde listens to the cry of a child, frightened and with many memories in her mind, Sister Matilde runs to help him, by surprise, when arriving there was no one, only jugrors and paintings that adorned the room was what his eyes saw. However, the child's cry was heard again, this time on the second floor, where the bedrooms are. Sor Matilda still with her mother's instinct, and a little desperate went in search of that sound, finding only sleeping beds and nuns.
Once again Sor Matilda heard the cry of that child again, but now the sound came from the sanctuary, and in a clumsy attempt to help him, Sister Matilda tangled her feet in the curtains and fell to the ground.
As if it were a question of carving his own grave, the curtains fell on the candles that Sister Matilde had just lit a few minutes ago and in a few minutes the whole convent was on fire. The keys were only held by Sr. Matilde, so that all those who were there died along with her, only a nun managed to survive by throwing herself through the only open window, the window of Sister Matilde's room.
From that day, the convent was considered a holy field. Its inhabitants say that every night, we hear the cry of a woman who cries for her son to be returned. There are those who have tried to go to the aid of that woman who desperately exclaims help and more have never returned from that place. What remains in doubt, is whether everything really happened as it was told by the only survivor or if Sister Matilde locked everyone in that place and set it on fire as an act of revenge for her sad life. What do you think?
This story is not a real fact, it's just me with this imagination creating fantasies that you might like to read. The photographs have been taken from the internet. Below I leave the links.
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