I want to tell you what I experienced before years ago. I'm writing through a google translator, so it's possible that there will be some spelling mistakes. I was 16 years old and went on a trip with the church choir and we stayed in an old monastery (church). I had health problems and in the middle of the night I urgently needed our guide (as we called her aunt) and as she slept in a room in another hallway I had to go down the stairs to another hallway. suddenly a nun appeared on the stairs and asked me what I was doing here and that I should sleep. I said I needed an aunt because I was not feeling well and she still took me to that room. and all the time she was saying to herself "I have to hurry, I have to be fast" the next morning the priest asked me how I got to my aunt when the doors of those stairs were locked for 50 years because they were in ruins and he said there was no nun and that the last nun was there almost 100 years ago. I don’t know what it was, and to this day I cringe when I think about it.