My dad grew up in Karachi in Pakistan. He used to tell me the story of the backwards feet lady. She would walk in the middle of the night. Her feet were basically facing in the wrong direction. My dad and his friend were working the graveyard shift and they were driving home. My dad saw this lady walking alone on the side of the road and her saw her. My dad's friend said to give her a ride because it wasn't common for ladies to ever walk alone. So he stopped and asked her if she needed a lift. He got out of the car and saw she had backwards feet. He tried to get back in the car and drive away but she was right next to him and scratched his forehead. He nearly got his head cut off. Used to scare the shit out of me.