# data[].attributes.body
When I was a kid, I traveled wiht my cousin David, we were in las platas it's a town, on arrival we noticed that it was a very strange town, one night we were sleeping suddenly, we listened a sound very strong outside our room, similar to a crash, we woke up scare, but it wasn´t anything and this sound never stopped, the next mornig we packed our thing and left very quickly from that terrifying place.

# data[].attributes.body
A man asked "¿who he was?" somebody answered, he was a son, a son that never forgot his mom, that always was doing the correct things, that never tried have street's problems, was a son that always be was attened to his family and his mom.
Other person said, "was a husdband that always gived every thing to his family in his home, was a considered husdband that he always was to his wife in any moment, im any place, available... I was living in love with he.
-The same man asked again "But who really he was?".
- Next to him was a couple of men and a couple of women-
The men said beetwen tears "A Hero, our Hero".
The women answered "Our golden prince, our firts and only love".
- The same man saw some childrends talking beetwen theirself. "The grandpa Orlo is with his army.
He was the warrior.".
The man understood who was the  Man...

# data[].attributes.body
My name is Ariel. Two years ago when i lived en Bogotá , i was walking on a street, around 6 pm, I was alone but on the street there were a lot of people because it was rush hour. when I entered in Transmilenio station there weren't buses arriving to the station, because there were an accident on the way. The bus station became crowded, it was a terrible experience, from that moment I hated transmilenio, so I decided to get back to Cartagena whith my family.

# data[].attributes.body
Frightening  night

When  i was 15 years old  that weekend    one night  at 2 am  I slept late while listening to music

At the time I was going to sleep I heard a very strange sound , As if someone screamed I was very scared and it seems to me that it was Then I called my mother who was in the other room and I had seen a shadow But when you look again and the apparition was not there, Anyway I tried to forget that and I fell asleep but it was not like that I felt a great chill while moving the things of the room. I left too scared and we had to leave the house and stay where my sister that night , The next day we brought some shepherds to bless the house and not go back And he would not repeat himself again that terrible night

# data[].attributes.body
One night at 11 pm before going to sleep I really wanted to drink water, so I walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, when I was taking the water sent something that happened behind me, I felt very scared and I did not know Without running slowly to walk for my wife and the window and I saw the figure of a woman, at that moment very strong and fear seized me and call my brother, when he saw me did not believe what I said and He left, but I kept thinking about the figure of the woman, I closed my eyes and walked to my room very scared and praying that nothing would happen to me, I put the sheets on me until and finally I slept.

# data[].attributes.headline
THE TRUE STORY ABOUT MY OLD FAMILY HOUSE  

# data[].attributes.subject
THE TRUE STORY ABOUT MY OLD FAMILY HOUSE  

# data[].attributes.body
When I have 21 years old, I lived in my parents house with all my family.  The house was very big.

One day I was down stairs on the first floor, I was listening music, in the music room. One of my sister was in the second floor, she was watching tv, and her baby was sleeping in the third floor.  No one else was at home.

Everything was quiet and peaceful…

Then I heard a loud noise, as if a heavy piece of furniture had fallen on the third floor, I ran because I thought that my nephew, by curiosity, had tried to climb into the library and something had fallen on him.

I ran out and heard my sister running up the stairs, I felt very strong footsteps running, and I thought she was ...

But when I got to the second floor, I bumped her, so she was not the one who came up and ran on the stairs. Then,  who was it?

We both looked at each other trying to understand .... she asked me if I had run up and if I had heard the strong sound.

Then we ran both, we went up very fast to check the baby ... we opened the door abruptly and frightened, believing to find a horrible scene or an accident.

We were surprised!!!! When we saw that the baby slept calm, nothing happened there ...

We walked along the third floor, then the whole house. And there was no one. We decided to take the baby and go together to the second floor ...

We still speak today, and we do not understand or find explanation.

At home, there were strange things happening, a lot of time later we decided to remodel and give commercial use, nobody lives there now.

THE END

# data[].attributes.body
DOWNTOWN STORIES

Many years ago, in San Diego neighborhood, people told strange stories.

My grandmother told me that when she was a little girl, she and her friends heard things. They heard a woman who cried for her son and went out at midnight looking for him. That was something really scary for her and her friends.
According to the story, every night people used to hear a noise, like someone crying and yelling the name of a boy.

The screams weren´t very loud but they made you feel weird. The voice was deep and heavy, like someone who has to do a lot of effort to talk. It was a desperate sound. It was scary but also horrible because you felt the need to stop hearing that noise.

You could hear it, always past midnight, when there was nobody on the streets.
Nobody never understood the name of the boy she called. The only way to stop hearing the lady crying for her lost son, was going to sleep and hope not to hear the voice the next day.

Every child of the neighborhood was afraid of the lady who came out every night looking for her son because people said that if she found any child in the streets, she would take it like her own; and obviously nobody wanted to be caught.

Years later, when my grandmother was a teenager, her mother told her the real story.

The neighborhood was full of children, and they loved to play around and make noise, so the kids wanted to go to bed late, even in school days.

Older people started to create stories to tell the children that make them go home early. So a lady started to tell this story to her children and they told them to their friends. In a few days, all the kids knew the story, and their parents never said the truth; instead, they began to create new features and “powers” to the old lady because they saw that it worked, and the children went early to bed.

So, everynight the parents told the kids that they heard the lady crying and they start to believe in that. With the time, this became a type of leyend and everybody knew the story.

# data[].attributes.headline
The little girl                       When my mother and her brothers were younger, they lived in a small town, San Onofre Sucre. My uncles and my mom studied in the afternoon and after that they were going to their grandmother`s house. While they were eating the dinner, my mom went to the yard and she saw a little girl. The girl was wearing a beautiful pink dress and she didn't have shoes. My mom called his grandmother but she didn't see anything. My mom didn't feel fear and she saw the same girl for years.

# data[].attributes.subject
The little girl                       When my mother and her brothers were younger, they lived in a small town, San Onofre Sucre. My uncles and my mom studied in the afternoon and after that they were going to their grandmother`s house. While they were eating the dinner, my mom went to the yard and she saw a little girl. The girl was wearing a beautiful pink dress and she didn't have shoes. My mom called his grandmother but she didn't see anything. My mom didn't feel fear and she saw the same girl for years.

# data[].attributes.body
When i was a child, i had a strange experience with the bulls and i think that i was traumatized for long time.
I remeber everything started, when my counsin invited me to see bullfight, I enthusiastic organized my best colorful dress and we went happy, everything was fine so when arrived night, that i couldn't sleep, I imagined that bulls attacked me, then I couldn't stop crying, move from side to side, screamed, I put myself under the bed, and my cousin all night telling me, next time you tell me to take you, Are you silly?, those animals are on the farm.

Four years later, try to learn to drive motorcycle and agran chance chance on the road appeared a command of cows and bulls .. My God what is this? ... I decided to crash against the fence of a farm and I ride in a tree . Lol LoL lol ... That was my luck that day !!

One day I asked myself, why I'm so afraid of that animal and I just decided to go to a bullfight again, I went and I enjoy it.

Now there isn't year that I don't go to the town to see the bullfights, but I tell the truth .... I'm terrified of them but I'm fascinated to see it .... Lol Lol Lol ...

I don't know what will be the end of this story with my bulls !!!

And what do you think??

Pamela Morales Guardo

# data[].attributes.body
I lived in my parents house. The House had three bedrooms included my own room. It had a window. I had a outside view to other backyards. Sometimes I hear sounds and rare noises. Some people in the neighborhood say there lives a wich, but I never believed that.
After living ten years out to my parents house, I went back to lived with them. I can't sleep because I heard many noises again, I tried ignored, but it was very persistent. I put on my glasses and I see something strange in the window, it was dark, I was really scared. I cover my eyes, and I never back to sleep in that room.

# data[].attributes.body
For: SANDRA LILIANA VASQUEZ QUINTERO

# data[].attributes.body
My name’s Maria, twenty nine years ago, I lived in Germany with four  friends from Germany. We every month climbed differents montains, that was very nice for me, because I was the only woman in the group and the more smallert, my friends always took care of me.

Someday, we were in tne Dolomitas’  mountain in Italy, It was really cold in the top and the first night when we were in the top, I didn’t feel good, I had high fever and I was dizzy. I couldn’t open my eyes and I was very sad, because I was feeling alone without my family and the night was dark and really terrible. My friends were scared, all the night I had chill, I and my friends were thinking, that those night I could to die, because In this place not there's a Doctor, but I could survive until the next morning and my friends could take me to the hospital in the near city and today I'm here and I'm remembering this moment like It was yesterday

. That's was my story!!
Marìa Eugenia Agàmez Jimènez

# data[].attributes.body
One night while I was working alone in the office at Colegio Mayor de Bolivar. I heard some strange noises on the second floor.

I shouted: Who is there? But nobody responded and the strange noises stopped.

Thirty minutes later I heard noises again, I called the guard security for watched the second floor. We up stairs but we dont saw anything.

While we down stairs the security guard said: In this building appear ghost of people lived here in the colonial time

Never I knew what happened in the second floor but I try don’t work until later in that office.