The neighbor told me. A few years ago it was the case.
He wakes up in the middle of the night and hears a childlike voice.
some some. Well he stands up, enters the nursery, looks at his son’s bed,
He was then nine years old, empty, and in the corner of the bed a piece of blanket and
There is a whisper from below:
The dead, the dead, the dead.
A few seconds of silence, and again:
The dead, the dead, the dead.
He runs to the bed, pulls off the blanket, and sees his son sitting,
He smiles and whispers, and hears in his ears. The father takes the child in horror.
He puts his head in his ears and says:
“We are robbers, robbers, robbers.
Pif-paff, and you are the dead, the dead, the dead!
Pif-Paf, and you are the dead, the dead, the dead!”