BACK In 1987, my sister and her husband lived in the apartment. Her husband's mother lived upstairs and it was at home, but both apartments were separated from each other. One day, when my sister was alone at home, during the day she went to the basement to make a laundry and heard a little boy crying in the dim. My sister was incensed with the lighting of the delicate. So she asked him: “A little boy, why are you crying?” He answered “Because I don't like darkness!” She told him that he would get night delicate for him. When she returned and connected the night delicate to the mouth … he had to disappear and could not hear him anymore. My sister later found out that a family lived there years ago, and their little boy died of illness in a hospital that was not far away.
