CURIOSITY ALMOST KILLS THE CAT

How many times we have not heard the grandmother or mamas say, that happens to you curious, well by curious what happened to me this that I will tell you.
It turns out that I live in a town in the state of Monagas in Venezuela, a rather quiet place, where like almost all peoples, nothing amazing happens, just the usual.
My name is Andrea, by the time all this happened was 15 years old, I'm a normal girl like anyone, just a bit scary but curious, usually I am delighted with movies or horror stories, but as it costs me later to be alone, masochistic then. Where I live like every town has its urban legends that tell those who have lived in the place for years, however, they are nothing more than that, legends, or so I believed.
It was late March, a month when my father and brother met, and I get little for the entry of the holy week, days full of religious beliefs and events, where it is not uncommon to see devotees living in churches or disguised as Nazarene in processions.
Finishing the weekend to give entry to the Holy Week, my Sunday passed quietly, share in family and happy because I would have a whole week without classes and could go somewhere to have fun with friends, zero responsibilities for a whole week.
Entry the night of that day Sunday, and after having seen a couple of movies with my family, I decided to go to sleep, that was 11pm, I used to sleep alone in the first room, this had two windows and one of it where I placed my bed, connected with the street in front of my house, I have to note that lived down the main street of the neighborhood, a pretty old neighborhood in fact
I was really tired, and in a short time I fell asleep, my dream is pretty heavy and I usually don't get up until the next morning, however, that night was not like that.
After hours, while I slept, I felt that something began to bother me, it was a kind of sound, rather disturbing and that it became increasingly difficult to ignore, I thought maybe I was dreaming, but I came a time when it was so noisy that I was forced to get up. Being awake I could realize that it was not a dream, since the sound still remained and this time was more disturbing.
It was the sound of a pots, or I thought, perhaps that of one or several people beating them, but it was quite uncomfortable to hear, I thought that perhaps they were some drunks of the people who would come from a party and because they would carry that scandal. The sound began to sharper as he approached, but this time he felt as strong and firm steps, whereon my idea for that time was.

• Which or who will it be? I'm watching who he is?
  By the time I was already passing through the front of my house, I took the courage and I rose, slowly climbing my head and observing the side of the window to see that or who it was.In a matter of seconds, my eyes were surprised to see such a thing as that of that dawn.
  It Was a big black horse that galloped loose, but it was not something conventional, its measures gave little less than the light poster, was of large body and with legs that seemed immense trunks, this had no head and emitted groans like creature taken from hell , it was a surprising thing.
  Noticing that I watched him, he slowly revolted his neck to where I was.
  My heart aceleroed, my skin was hedgehog and little time passed for me to remove my sight and throw me to bed. Already lying in shock at that moment while it was moving away, after the minutes I thought and questioned if what I had seen was real, I could not believe having seen such a thing, and when I could react again I decided to see the time, at that time the clock marked 3:33am.
  I couldn't sleep, I thought and thought and I had to go wake up my parents, it seemed kind of absurd and they assumed that everything had been part of a bad dream.
  Already on the morning of that day Monday, there was my grandmother and some acquaintances in my house, to everything that I told them what had happened to me and among them there were several opinions, my grandmother was the one who believed that these things happened.
  I expected the arrival of my brother Alberto, with whom I was very confident, studied in the city and for the holidays would be in the House for that week, arriving and without greeting I said.
  -ALBERTO VI AL DIABLO...
  -To The Devil? Like this?
  This question the reason for my statement and told him the whole story, by the time I finish saying what happened, this told me to wait a moment while looking for something in his purse, returning brought something in his hand, came up to me and deliver , was a little Boo K titled, Tales of the way of Monagas state.
  At that time he said
  -Just last night I read this book where his first story was about the horse without a head.
  -And You know what'S funny?
  What?
  -That history originates in this town, in this neighborhood and on the same dates since the beginning of the Passover.
  -the difference between that story and yours is that it happened to them by drunk and proud, and shortly after dying, to you out of curiosity and still alive.
  I was surprised to hear what my brother told me, and when I read the story it was in fact as I had seen it. It wasn't a dream, it was real. Already with this change of room and when I hear many noises, I stay calm and do not observe, not going to be that, being looking, this time curiosity if I kill the cat.