When I was 5 years old, I went to the cemetery with my parents. Summer, the weather is great, while the parents put in order, painted the fence, I went to the cemetery to walk, to look at the monuments. I see a monument, large, granite, on it a photo of a young woman, the date of birth and death, around the tomb a forged fence, a bench and a table. A woman is sitting at the table, I pass by, I looked at the monument, she apparently heard that someone was going and also turned, here I opened a brick factory, behind the table and on the monument was the same woman. I flee to my parents, there, I say, a dead aunt came to her grave. My dad snorted first, then, I don’t know how, understood what I was talking about, and explained to me that it was her twin sister, she died in an accident. I then even got upset a little, thought the zombie natural, and there was a sister.