The story
On the outskirts of Cali, surrounded by the thick green of the sugarcane fields and the constant whisper of the wind from the Valle del Cauca, stood an old rural school. That place, which by day bustled with children's laughter, kept ancient secrets that defied logic and made the hearts of those who witnessed them shrink. The childhood and adolescence of the Gómez siblings passed under the shadow of those mysteries that, over time, became local legends.
It was a bright morning, barely half-past six on the clock, when the morning fog still clung to the earth. The younger brother was walking through the back patio, near a century-old tree whose titanic roots jutted out of the ground like knobby fingers. Suddenly, an impressive noise, a dry and heavy crack like broken wood under pressure, emerged from among the roots. The boy stopped in his tracks, frozen with fright. Before his eyes, emerging from the earthy darkness, appeared an impossible figure: a blackish, bony, and menacing skeleton that lunged to try and grab him. Terror paralyzed him for an instant before he could flee in a panic, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with a supernatural cold.
That event marked the beginning of a series of inexplicable events that would persist over the years. Some time later, when the main witness was about fourteen years old, the school showed its hidden face once again. It was vacation time and the school grounds were completely empty, plunged into a thick and lonely silence. However, while crossing the hallways, the young woman saw a boy of about ten or twelve years old, perfectly clear, wearing dark blue pants and a light blue shirt.
The mysterious boy stared at her and began making insistent hand gestures, inviting her to follow him toward the locked classrooms. Curiosity and a strange force pushed her to take a few steps after him, but suddenly, the little boy emitted an impressive scream, a dry shriek that tore through the morning air. The young woman ran after the figure, rounding the hallway, but upon reaching the exact spot where she had seen him, there was absolutely nobody. The doors were bolted shut and the emptiness confirmed the loneliness of the place.
Years later, the locals and the few brave souls who wander the area still say that the phenomena continue without rest. Among the murmurs of the countryside, people talk about recurring events, such as the unsettling vision of a hat walking alone down the empty hallways, floating at the height of an invisible head, reminding everyone that the old school is never truly alone.
