This might sound really odd, but I'll give it a go
By the way, its completely true
My parents are both Pakistani. my mom has lots of family there, and so does my dad. Both of them, grew up in different parts. My dad, grew up in an area called Karachi. My mom grew up in another area called Lahore. They both met on a dating website or something. My dad, came from a wealthy family with a good background and he has all sorts of stories from his childhood. My mom, on the other hand, is kinda secretive. I know for a fact that they both came from a previous relationship.
So, we went on vacation to Pakistan. At the time, my dad had just closed a multi-million dollar deal and I remember having a private driver, wearing designer brands, and taking First Class at the age of 7. Well, my dad wanted to go to Karachi to visit his father's friends, since his dad had died when my father was only 15 and they were some of his only ties. So, they compromised and my mom stayed in Lahore with me and my other two siblings while my dad went to Karachi.
My mom decided, that she was going to go visit an old friend. I came in the car with her, and she said to wait in the car with our driver while she went inside. I was reading some book, so I was perfectly content. After some time, my driver got a phone call, and got out of the car, walking up the driveway. The driveway went far up to a garage, while the actual house was down by the entrance. I kept reading, and he was gone. The house, had a glass waiting area with a chair. He walks up the driveway, and I wasn't really scared. I just kept reading, until this happened
My book was finished, I read the whole thing and was bored now. I decided to get out of the car and stretch a bit. This is when it got scary.
I vividly remember a car I've never seen before pull up into the driveway. A man in the car got out. From the way he dressed, I could tell he was Arab. He immediately grins as he sees me, and come running at me. As any scared little kid would, I bolted into the glass waiting area, jumping and trying to reach the doorbell. I couldn't reach it, and my driver was still gone. I look over, and catch one look at the man. He had a look, as if he seemed mad I was going into the glass waiting area. I immediately started banging on the door when i saw him, while frantically screaming. The servants in the house opened the door, and I ran inside, freaking out and stuttering out words in my broken Urdu. "A-Admi" I said, which means "Man", in English, as I I pointed a shaking finger out the window at a car pulling out of the driveway. The servants eyes widened, as they whispered something I didn't understand. I went upstairs to my mother, telling her the story. We went back to the car, and our driver was inside, on the phone, as if he never left
