My cousin, Daniela, was always a very mean little girl. She would always break our toys and hit us. When she was about eight years old, her family moved to a little town called Sonora in Texas. They lived right next to a church along a creek called “The Devil’s River.”
It was Daniela’s birthday, and she received a lot of toys. One toy, in particular, stood out – a very pretty doll. She called it ‘Cindy’. She decided she wanted to play school with the doll, her little brother and myself. Of course, being the mean girl that she was, she had to be the principal. She grabbed a ruler and would spank us with it, when we didn’t do what she wanted. The doll got most of the whippings.
That night, after her party, we all spent the night at my cousin’s house. It started to rain, and the creek filled up. It was very dark, so I had trouble going to sleep. When I finally fell asleep, I was awakened by a really loud scream. We all ran to Daniela’s room. She was on the floor crying that her back was burning. My aunt lifted her shirt to reveal a bunch of long, rectangular marks – like a ruler! We looked at her bed, and there was Cindy, sitting next to the ruler.
It was then that my uncle told us the sad truth about the church next door and its reputation for dealing with black magic and human sacrifice. After that, the townspeople would often tell us about the restless souls of the tortured people that would roam the streets. There is no doubt in my mind that my cousin was visited by a tortured soul that night.