1/5 Suzanne L. 3 years ago on Google • 6 reviews
On
the
way
to
my
pilgrimage,
I
decided
to
stop
at
this
convent
for
a
week.
My
first
impression
was
one
of
the
best,
the
church
was
clean
as
Christ's
tears,
the
marbled
paving,
the
flower
garden
had
fountains
and
statues.
Very
particularly,
the
gilded
building
in
the
name
of
the
Madonna,
the
baroque
chapel
and
the
stained
glass
windows
honored
the
architecture
of
the
counter-reformation,
while
the
resident
sisters
were
like
newborn
lambs
in
their
gentleness
and
their
desire
to
live.
However,
I
was
extremely
disturbed
from
the
third
night
of
my
stay.
You
should
know
that
I
went
to
bed
at
10
p.m.,
following
the
curfew.
Around
2
a.m.
of
my
third
night,
I
was
awakened
by
noises
coming
from
the
basement
of
the
sacristy
which
was
almost
against
the
wall
of
the
sisters'
dormitory.
The
noises
were
at
first
a
low
hum
that
I
thought
was
a
storm
and
I
managed
to
go
back
to
sleep.
Barely
half
an
hour
later,
their
nature
changed.
A
metallic
clank
and
voices
were
added.
The
atmosphere
was
now
more
than
uncomfortable,
I
went
downstairs
with
the
flashlight
of
my
phone
and
my
jacket.
My
suspicions
were
confirmed,
the
noise
was
coming
from
the
sacristy.
I
went
down
the
stairs
into
the
old
catacombs
and,
no
further
than
the
adjacent
room,
saw
a
yellowish
light.
The
noise
had
now
stopped,
but
a
man
who
gave
off
a
strange
aura
was
chanting
a
prayer
around
one
of
the
sisters,
kneeling
in
front
of
an
artifact
that
I
could
not
identify.
I
quickly
went
back
up
the
stairs
and
back
to
my
room,
petrified
at
having
been
seen.
I
was
trembling
and
couldn't
close
an
eye
for
the
rest
of
the
night,
imagining
the
worst
scenarios
which,
moreover,
could
turn
out
to
be
completely
false.
The
next
day
went
by
as
usual
and
I
even
began
to
forget
my
worries
when
I
realized
one
thing:
I
couldn't
stay
in
a
room
alone.
At
any
given
time,
there
were
at
least
two
people
close
around
me.
I
tested
my
theory
by
changing
directions,
rooms,
etc.
and
yet,
I
was
always
accompanied.
By
a
stroke
of
luck,
I
found
myself
alone
in
my
room
for
a
moment,
gathered
my
things
and
left
under
the
pretext
of
an
emergency.
Who
knows
what
it
was
about.
In
any
case,
I
know
the
fear
I
experienced
and
I
don't
intend
to
go
back
there.
Sincerely,
Suzanne
Leblanc
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