Short Stories For The Dark

أين حفيدتي

Once upon a time. Wait no, scary stories don't start with that.

Once I saw a man. Just a guy on the street.

It was exactly 11:34 pm and I was doing my normal nightly jog as there was no one around at night and it wasn't nearly as hot. Anyway, while I was jogging this old man (maybe in his 70's or 80's) stopped me and said: أين حفيدتي.

Confused I looked at him and said: "I'm sorry?"

He then proceeded to yell at me in I'm guessing Arabic. After his little rant, he pulled out a freaking knife. I sprinted to the nearest police station and told them everything. They looked at me and told me:

"That old man...He has been looking for his grandson for years...No one could understand him so he killed himself."

I was in shock. I told them thanks and went home. During the middle of the night I swear I could hear "أين حفيدتي" over and over again. To the point where it was too much. I grabbed a kitchen knife and plunged it into my stomach. The old man appeared and gave me a twisted grin of satisfaction. 

So guys I am publishing a lot right now so y'all can read stuff and I don't think I can write tomorrow. Also what the heck...80 reads!!! You guys are awesome!