It is hard to forget such a tragic incident but it was possible to ignore it , So this sad teacher decided to start cooking her lunch.
But something stopped her she felt something move in the bathroom…

Mrs. Salwa gasped it was if someone was chanting in her bathroom, but who?

She figured that it was just her imagination so she went back to the kitchen.
Her Husband used to love pasta, she smiled at the thought of her husband before he passed away, he would bring flowers on the day she cooks Pasta…
She wiped an escaping tear and started chopping tomatoes, then she looked for the oil but didn’t found any.
"Im sure there was some the last time I cooked!" she said to herself.
But then she felt some one pulling her sleeve, a cold sweat run down her back.
She turned slowly to find a little boy…
He was small, smiling like a devil, its skin was as black as darkness, it was if its mother was the night.
He had long messy red hair, he looked violent as his crimson eyes.
He was holding the missing jar of oil.
Mrs. Salwa stared at him and fell to her knees, she was to horrified to scream, so confused, so much afraid…
"Are you real…?" she gasped
But before the creature would answer, he handed her the jar and ran back to the bathroom.
                      <Silence>لا تخف عفاريت الحمام