Terror Story

Dark night

Some time ago, a girls from my school went to an old, deserted plantation house to hold a séance. They sat in a circle on the floor, placed a candle in the center and began trying to reach spirits of the dead. For whatever reason, they called upon the spirit of the Headless Horseman. As they held hands and murmured encouragement for the spirit to contact them, a sudden gusty draft blew through the enormous old room and the candle was extinguished. One of the girls began screaming and screaming in agony. In terror, the other girls grabbed her and they all ran out of the house.

The screaming girl kept sobbing and sobbing, My back My back. The other girls pulled her shirt up to see why she was in such agony and discovered a lash upon her back, as though someone with a horse whip had dealt her a cruel, warning blow. None of the girls believed that the Horseman ever actually existed, they were just playing around and trying to scare one another. But undeniably, something quite terrifying did actually exist and reached out from beyond to either inflict harm or a warning to a group of young girls dabbling in a realm they were obviously neither safe nor welcome in.

Childhood

When i was child, i had a rare conduct, but i was happy beacuse had fun with my toys.

I studied since was very young, first studied in  rafael pombo school after pass to comfenalco 

where study currently.

In the afternoon my grandmother care me, lived in limoncito and i had a friend named camila

and play with she all the time and was my best friend.

I was a shy girl and hadn't friends.

About me

My name is Stefany Garcia Plata, I was born in bucaramanga, April 1 

I have 15 years almost 16. Mi mon called Martha Lucia Plata and my father Wilson Garcia Galvis, I have two brothers by my mon  Jhon Oviedo Plata and by my father 

Maria Fernanda Garcia Nocua.I currently live with my dad in comfenalco citadel.

Since chilhood i studied in college cooperative comfenalco and this year I graduated.