I work in Crimea in a children's camp as a leader. Literally yesterday in the squad of chickens (little children 7-8 years old) someone began to poison horrors before going to bed. As should have been expected, some brother and sister were so insured that they led to nervous hysterics. Fortunately, their father was on a holiday trip in the same city and quickly arrived.

During the meeting this dialogue was:

Q: What happened, who hurt you?

D: We were told about the dead. They said they would come to us at night and eat us.

Q: Let them all lie, the dead do not go and will never come to you. Do not believe? Let’s go to the cemetery and dig your grandmother?