When I was a teeneger, several older girls from my school went to an old, deserted plantation house to hold a séance. Thay sat in a circle on the floor, placed a candle in the center and began trying to reach spiritist. Of the Headless Horseman. As they held hands and murmured encouragement for the spirit to contact them, a sudden gusty droft blew through the enormous old room and the candle was extinguished. One of the girls began screaming in agony. In terror, the other girls kept sobbing !!! My back, My Back !!! The other girls pulled her shirt up to see why she was in such agony and discovered a losh upon her back, as though someone with a horse whip had dealt her existed, they were just playing around and trying to score one another. But undeniably, something quite terrifying did actually exist and reached out from beyond the either inflict horm or a warning to a group of young girls dabbling in a realm they were abviously neither safe nor welcome in.