Alexandra recounts two ghost stories: Once my uncle had to spend the night in the steppe and when he woke up at dawn, his horse was standing with its saddle and stirrups removed and put on the ground. One day an uncle of mine died at the shepherd’s camp. Since my mother was at work and my father was blind, my sibling and I were sent to the camp on bicycle. Our uncle was buried in the evening. His corpse was put on the back of the lorry, while we sat in the cabin. When the lorry approached the bed of a dried up river, the lorry stopped all of a sudden. The driver spent about an hour examining the engine, and I decided to relieve myself. As soon as I returned, the lorry’s engine turned on by itself. I heard that my uncle was constantly harassed by evil spirits when he was alive. It must have been the same spirits that stopped the lorry’s engine.