With the Prepasti, in the outskirts of my hometown there is a story of a boy who died during WWII. The story goes, one night the Germans were shelling the town and the little boy ran outside and hid in the outside toilet, after a while, a bomb hit the toilet and he died; he was crying the whole time he was there. My cousin told me that he has a friend who lives on the property where that boy lived and according to this friend, he can hear the boy cry every night.

I was curious and asked if I could stay the night at that place, and his friend said it was ok. In the middle of the night, my cousin woke me up and we could hear the crying of a little boy, but we couldn't see anyone outside. It freaked me out ;D


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