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My name is Erti Lleku  and I am 14 years old. I come from Burrel, Albania.

So, my story has happened some time ago. It was midnight, my friend and I went for a walk. It was dark and there was no light. So we turned on our mobile flash lights to see where we were going. About 100 meters away, we saw a white silhouette. We couldn`t see it very clearly, but it looked like a girl wearing a white dress. It was scary. The thing was coming closer and closer. Then when it was about 20 meters away, we could clearly see it. It looked like a ghost but we didn`t believe it. Then it suddenly disappeared. We ran back home. We were terrified. This was one of the scariest things that ever happened in my life.👇🏻

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My name is Alvin Lleshi and I am 13 years old. I come from Shkodra, Albania. This is a real story that happened to me not too long ago.

It was a Saturday night. I had gone to my cousin in the village. This happened around midnight. Me and my cousin went for a walk  to enjoy the nature and saw two people at the cemetery. It looked like they were digging a hole in the ground. We were really scared so we ran back to the house. Maybe it was a ghost, maybe it wasn`t. Who knows? That sight frightened me. I couldn`t sleep that night.👇🏻

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My name is Devits Hasa and I am 13 years old. I come from Tirana, Albania.

My story might sound funny but when this happened I was a little child and I was terrified.

So, this happened when I was 7 years old. I was about to get out of my room, when I saw a grasshopper, at the door. I was stuck in my room because I was scared of it. I thought that it was going to attack me so I stayed there for 30 minutes, waiting for my mother to come and ``rescue`` me. When she came, I finally got out of my room and thanked her for ``saving`` me.   👇🏻

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My name is Rajsa Abazi and I am 14 years old. I come from Tirana, Albania. A friend of mine told me this scary story and I decided to share it.

I was watching the 6 o'clock news with my dad, a local woman was being interviewed for having the most decorated house in town.

"Mrs. Grimsley, I just love your halloween decorations. The skeletons hanging from the tree look so lifelike. What is your inspiration?"

"I love using realistic decorations. The closer to the real thing, the better. I went with children-sized skeletons on the tree because there is nothing more frightening than something happening to our youth."

As she said that, she gave this crooked smile when she stared into the camera. It was as if she looked directly at me. I couldn't take it.

"Dad, she gives me the creeps. I think she uses real skeletons from kids."

"Nonsense, Scott. She would have been arrested if that were true? She just moved into the neighborhood and we are going to have her over for dinner, tonight. She should be over any second. I want you on your best behavior."

I could feel my body tighten as I saw her come into the living room.

"Oh, Scotty. Don't worry. You won't feel much when you hang from my tree. Ha! Children have such a great imagination."

She cackled and my parents started laughing. After my parents walked into the kitchen, she stared at me with that crooked smile.

"You won't feel anything when you hang from my tree, but you will feel something when I peel the skin off your bones."  👇🏻

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My name is Stela Shkembi and I am 14 years old. I come from Shkodra, Albania. I don`t know if the story I am going to tell you is true but it is one of the scariest stories I have ever heard.

An apple a day, keeps the doctor away

Have you ever heard the expression "an apple a day keeps the doctor away?" Most assume, with no reason to think otherwise, that it is simply an easy-to-remember rhyme that stresses the importance of eating healthily to young children. But the saying did not originate as a harmless reminder. It was born in a frontier town in the early years of the gold rush, where food was scarce and money even scarcer.

One ugust, when a bad drought had struck the region, a series of bloody killings swept through the town. Every night, a single house would be broken into, and anyone who saw the invader would be swiftly, brutally slain. Nothing was ever stolen, save for a few scraps of food.

After two weeks of this, the local grocer set out a few apples and a glass of milk in the town square overnight. He then hid in the tower of the church, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone who came by.

Fighting fatigue, the grocer waited for any sign of life below. Just after midnight, he was rewarded by a chilling sight; a man, carrying a black bag stuffed with dully shining metal tools and covered from head to foot in cloth bandages, staggered into view. He paused at the sight of the apples and milk, then whipped his head around, as if looking for the one who dared to patronize him. Seized with fear, the grocer ducked out of sight, staying hidden 'til sunrise.

The strange man had only taken one of the apples, and didn't even touch the glass of milk. No houses were broken into, and no one was killed. For decades, the town continued to place out an apple or two every night, even long after a single apple stopped dissapearing.🍎🍏👇🏻