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I remember something very scary in my childhood, that event has changed all of the my fears,so much that I still feel them today.

If I found myself at the dark room alone, I am afraid.

It had happened 4 years ago when I together whit my family went to my grandmother in the small village of Romania.

I was eleven years old.As a child I was told that the ghosts and devils exist .I was frightened of that but not so much that I couldn't tell a story the others,for example to my little nephew.

I loved scaring the others to death,younger than me,I don't why,for me is metter (important)that I wasn't scare .A procedure by my grandmother always was the same,speaking,eating cakes,visiting grave of my grandfather which I've never seen in my life...

We were going to the cemetery,my family and my nephew,and I began with the stories at the especially(particular)place where they are sound more scary.

I told to my nephew:do you know if you whistle on the cemetery loudly the ghosts will come,he was smiling with scare,as we were going further and further I went on whit stories,suddenly he began crying and screaming, when my mother realized that he had been screaming because of me,she came and give me a slap.

The same day we were driving to home by a car,trip was quiet,everything were nice around us,I fell asleep like a baby about 12 PM.