My wife worked as a leader in a children's camp. She had children aged 11-12. And among those little people there was one strange boy. He never played children's games, constantly tried to conflict with other children, but after a serious conversation he stopped his attacks on other children. Now the girl’s story goes on.

The Sunday. I have a weekend. I told the guy about it in advance and he was supposed to pick me up at 14:00. My working day was counted until 4 p.m. The children were sitting in their rooms and playing quietly, and the second was still with the teacher, so it was decided to leave half an hour earlier. I am happy to leave the corps. I go to exit. And here behind me a few kids catch me and in tears they say that that strange guy hanged in the closet (I don't know why the child's brain ran after me). I run into the cabinet, thinking only about how I will open this closet, I will fall into fainting... I run into the room, I open the closet and see a guy hanging with a rope on his neck. I couldn’t find anything better than shouting to him, “You couldn’t hang yourself half an hour later!!!” At this very moment, the boy shakes from fear and stops pretending to be dead.

He called his parents and they took him out of the camp.