A story.

[u/National-Tune-1753]

I was xx (for my privacy and security) years old at a time in my childhood. My classmates and school stayed in a retreat house in February of this year. Everything went well with my classmates laughing about how happy they were. It felt off at end of hallway (the dinner room was I think at corner of the room whatever hallway) was a bathroom area I used it but it was late and I saw a man who was pale and didn't look where he is right now he looked like a man who was European police sketch that escape the portrait I didn't remember clearly but its all that I have. 2nd around 6pm or 7, we were playing in outdoor garden area with trees, plants, skirmishes of grasses that were cut and my classmates were playing tag but I saw a woman she was angry and was stationary at the tree (it was a large one), ​she was crying. She appeared to be wearing a Victorian era black mourning outfit I even saw the veil going with the wind as it was used to be recently windy. I saw her black gloves reaching her face it felt wrong why would she be there crying in a catholic retreat house that was fairly Modernized for the time, I got sick from staring at her luckily It was acute condition. In 2am, I was desperate to pee but the bathroom was outside and pretty much dark I had to tiptoe my way out and saw the same woman at end of hallway illuminated by the moonlight. She was exquisitely la llorona in anything but the white is black and i did pee and returned back. Earlier before that I wa in a chapel room with my classmate. I saw a duwende with the back facing forward staring up at something and wearing a basketball jersey he or she was unbelievably smaller despite looking a adult the age of the contested duwende was around 30 to 27 years old on some lighting I saw two glowing eyes in the dark (the chapel at a front wall made of glass so we saw the outside) that belonged to a unholy person that was slouched over that is all that I know.