Hello Anabel! I'll tell a story that happened to my mom 5 years ago. There was no god-day to wail home; you see a black woman you were running around in your home. Dad went from behind, calming, checking in the lockers of the house that [mom] said that the woman was hiding there. We had a cemetery near the house and the mother had appeared to her in the middle of an open tomb and handed it to her, Mamai wanted to go to her but her dad stopped it. Coming into my room and sister and crying over our head. I woke up and said, "How good you woke up, I came to protect you that woman is at the bottom of your feet. For a little while I did not rest my heart but again I checked myself not to scare my mother and so on became like a routine where every night we listened to my mother crying and shouting in the house until she was cured after she was occupied by that woman.

Good evening Anabel. I want to tell you a story that happened to someone very close to me. It's true story. One family who lived in the suburbs of Tirana, one after the family fell asleep, the dad rises to the toilet and goes to the boy's room after the boy was unveiled at night and being covered in winter would not be cold. When he enters the boy's room he sees a girl in a white dress rubbing the boy's head. As soon as the girl saw her father stood up and simply said "Shhhht" by placing the index finger on her lips. The father distracted by what he saw went to wake up his wife. When they both went to the boy's room, the girl shook her head and disappeared. After three days the boy died after the fallen age. Many people said that she did not have to show because she was a good soul. I swear to you that it is a true story as my son's father has shown me.

Good evening Anabel! I also want to tell you a story about these things. We were a summer night sitting outside with the family, and suddenly somebody called me and walked away from the people. The call lasted about half an hour and when it closed the others had come in because a cold wind started to blow but I had not noticed. When I return to go inside I hear a gloomy voice crying at first I thought it seemed to me but that voice kept calling my name, I turned my head horrified and saw a woman's shadow. She had long black hair, red eyes, and white dress that had been torn off at the end; he extended my hand and kept coming close to me. Honestly I was terrified, ran away and that night I often see in my dream. There are times when I wake up and she is there.