Something happened during my years in convent school and I still cant get over it.
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This happened during middle school and it still haunts me. So for some context, I went to an all girls English missionary convent school and for those who've been to these missionary school, they know how extremely conservative their values can be on certain or most topics. though my upbringing is not directly related to any of these except for the fact that I've been to that school, the context is important for understanding the setting of the story.
The intriguing part about our school is that it was a really old institution, and I'm talking like REALLY old. It was built almost 165+ years ago by French nuns originally as an orphanage, but turned into a really reputed institution with the course of the time. Coming back to the conservative part, I don't think i need to explain 1800s church culture, so clearly a lot of homicides and other similar stuff has taken place on the same grounds where students now run around. During the late 1800s a lot of nuns were even buried and killed for a lot of reasons and a few tomb stones still stand inside our school chapel area (yes our school has a literal church). Now skip to the mid-1900s, the school was in full form and it now even had a girl's hostel inside the campus. Here, bringing back the orthodox rules and regulations of a typical missionary school which were a lot more harsher back in the day with typical strict nuns moving around as authorities, a lot of suicides took place in the hostels, leading to its permanent closing on somewhere around 1960-70s. This literally caused the permanent closing of an entire 4-storey building that to this day, it not used at all.
Now I elaborate a bit on that particular building which eventually leads us to my experience. So like I said, its a four storey building, very very big, with rooms that can be divided in half and still be called fairly big rooms, with very high ceilings. Now despite being a that huge of a building, the school never utilized it, which was strange because new buildings were added every now and then as per convenience but that huge-ass building was never used. So pretty much everyone knew that something was off with that building. It was just never addressed, or talked about, pretty much the elephant in the room. We students though did roam around the building quite a many times, despite being prohibited. The place was almost eerie to be in, a lot of rooms were even permanently sealed, and the others had a latch or a lock on it.
This happened during our school annual concert. I was a part of the band and we needed a separate room for practicing. since most of the rooms were occupied by the dancers or fell short for all those instruments to fit, so naturally we asked the teachers for something to be arranged and they gave us one option- a room on the KG building (that's what we called the isolated building). The option came with a lot of rules to be followed strictly, and we were ready to follow all, just to be able to visit one of those forbidden rooms that we've always wanted to get a sneak peak of. So with that we were allowed to use the third floor room. The room was huge, and empty...and very dusty. Rules included not going into any other room except for the one allotted, always informing teachers before and after practice, and ALWAYS returning back to class at least 15 mins before home time, even if it meant less practice.
7 of us were there in total, including me. We did follow the rules for most of the time, except for sometimes, when we just randomly went about the building, exploring the eerie rooms on our own. This went on until one day we discovered another latched room, on the 4th floor. This one did not have a lock on so we decided to enter it. At the very end we found something that shocked us all very very much.
A staircase. Yes. An entire staircase inside a room. We knew we should've not went in there, but curiosity had the better. 3 of us decided to go in and actually see what's inside, including me. 2 stood at the top of the staircase and the rest where in the practice room to cover up for us.
The inside was dark, and expectantly so. We had only one cell phone to provide us any light and the staircase was pretty narrow so only two could walk together at a time and a third had to follow behind. At first all of us expected to reach the ground floor but soon realized that wasn't the case when the stairs stopped after about 5 mins of climbing down. We reached a kind of mid-floor that was literally all empty, except for a wooden chair and some scraps that had probably fallen down the wall. We were barely able to stay there for more than 10 mins cause the pungent and stinking smell made us all gag. My friend swore on the fact that she'd seen some shadow figure move past the wall. On our way upstairs, something happened that left us all stunned.
Someone had pushed one of my friends off the stairs. And no, she did not tumble, there is no logical explaination of this to me to this day. She says something pushed her from the front, and maybe that's true, cause she literally fell tumbling down the stairs. What traumatized us even more was the fact that we say literal dried blood stains on the walls along the stairwell the second time we went down to get our friend. She screamed as if she'd something dreadful and literally fainted.
Teachers were called and we got suspended from the annual concert totally, But honestly ? After what we'd faced, we did not even want to go back there, ever. The next time we came to school after summer break, even that door was sealed and painted to keep it permanently closed. I don't think anyone else was ever allowed to do anything inside that building.
To this day, the memory haunts all the 7 of us. The friend who'd suffered the most even had to go for temporary shock therapy. Whatever was the cause of all of this, we'll never know. We'll never know who was there in the in that stairwell, and maybe thats the most haunting part of it all.......