Short horror stories: Urban Legend edition

Ankle slicer

(I have researched most of these urban legends to get the most accurate information, but none of them are true. Only assumed to be true by people who believe in them. Other than that, these short stories are just my take on them and not an actual encounter. These are just like any short fictional horror story, except they are only for urban legends. Without further ado, enjoy!)

"Honey, are you home from work yet? I'm gonna pick us up something quick to eat because I've had such a long day." I said over my phone before hanging it up. Pulling into a wide and empty parking lot, I got out and walked into the pizza shop. In front of me were just college-aged women, gossiping to one another.
"It's been happening all over the campus, they don't know if it's even the same man doing it or not." Her red haired friend quietly spoke to her blonde haired friend.
The blonde haired girl raised her eyebrows, "I own a jeep too."
With ease I slipped into their conversation, "What's going on? I couldn't help but overhear." The two girls look at me before glancing at one another.
The blonde haired girl finally confessed before picking at her lips, "There's been a rise in ankle-slicing thieves lately."
"Ankle slicing thief?"
"You've seriously never heard of that?"
"What— is it just an urban legend?" I awkwardly laughed to myself.
"No! It's these robbers that will wait underneath your vehicle and when you're about to get inside your car, BAM! You get sliced in the ankle." The blonde haired girl spoke with passion, making me flinch back.
"Yeah, and when you get busy rolling around the ground in pain, the robber will steal anything in your car or even sometimes, steal your actual car." Her friend added on.
"Or," the blonde haired girl paused, "even you."
"That's called kidnapping, you idiot." Her friend nudged her side harshly.
"My point still stands!" She exclaimed back before they retrieved their pizza. As they began to walk past me and out the door, one of the girls stopped.
"Be safe out there, okay? Girl to another girl." She says softly.
"Yeah, course, you two as well." I replied before they left and it was my turn to get our food for the night.

After a ten minute wait, I finally returned to the counter and grabbed the pizza. I walked toward the car, attempting to call my boyfriend again and this time, he'd picked up the phone with heavy breaths.
"Babe, you okay?" I questioned him.
"Yeah, sorry, I was just taking Milo out on a potty break and he did not wanna come back inside." His deep chuckle came over the phone.
"Right, well I'm on my way home now. Did you get my message earlier?"
He was quiet for a few seconds before replying, "Yeah! I'll see you soon." Hanging up the phone, I started towards my car once again but this time, a bit more hesitant. Was there really such a thing? Maybe it was just another college prank. Though, what if it wasn't? I put the pizza in the passenger seat before getting in myself. However as I did so, I felt a sharp blade make it's way across my ankle and to my Achilles tendon. I hopped backwards, my back landing onto the concrete parking lot as a masked man emerged from underneath my vehicle, quickly rummaging through my vehicle before dashing off and out of sight. I winced on the ground for a few moments, wrapping my hands around my ankle.
"I guess it wasn't a joke." I said through my winces. Letting go, I realized it wasn't too deep of a cut and as quickly as I could, I made it inside my car and zoomed back to my house.

My boyfriend sat on the sofa, eating his slices of pizza as I washed the dishes in the next room, talking to him as I did so.
"You won't believe what happened tonight."
"What?" He muffled out through his food.
"I got attacked tonight by an ankle-slicing thief." I informed him. Suddenly, the tv turned off.
"You what? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I didn't wanna freak you out and besides it's fine, I put a bandaid on and handled it."
"I guess so. I wish you could've gotten a better look at the man who did it." He replies.
I froze, holding a clean dish in my hand, "How do you know it was a masked man?" I questioned.
"You told me earlier." He chuckled in response.
"Did I?" I entertained him.
"Yeah, how's the ankle and Achilles tendon feeling now though?" He questioned me. I turned around with widened eyes, staring at my boyfriend in shock.
"I never told you that he cut my tendon either." I said and in horror, I watched my boyfriend's concern face turn into a flat expression.
"So you caught me."

(Author's note: Although this is considered an urban legend, unfortunately there have been many people who have dealt with these awful attacks in real life so please always be safe and aware of your surroundings.)