[ WP ] Your grandparents always playfully bickered in their native language . To surprised them , you took lessons , but now you understand what they 're really saying ...

When I was younger I always thought my grandparents had their own made-up language. It sounded like a melody, almost like they were singing to each other. I always used to ask them why they had their own language, but they just smiled and told me; `` You will know when you get older, honey.'' 
 
 I pouted, I was going to find out no matter what. I eavesdropped and memorised some of the words, `` berätta'', `` henne'' and `` troll''. I continued to eavesdrop, I learned a couple of words, but not much more than that. But there was always a variety of the same sentence that they repeated, but I never understood what they meant with it; `` Du vet varför vi gör det, snart är tiden inne.'' Sometimes I repeated this sentence before I was going to sleep, it made me happy, I was onto them. 
 
 Last summer I found out the language they are speaking is Swedish, and since I have always wanted to learn the language I took some courses. I was so excited when I got my certificate, I went straight to my grandparents house to show them. 
 
 As we drank tea I told them about my course and I repeated the phrase they always used to say; `` Du vet varför vi gör det, snart är tiden inne.'' and made some forced joke about how incredible I was to have found out their secret language. The look on my grandparents faces were haunting. Something wild flashed in their eyes, they appeared to get bigger and hairier. My comment had taken them by surprise, showing their true appearance. I grew silent. 
 
 `` You know why we do it, soon it is time. `` * It was my grandpa talking. `` Who would have thought she would find out our secret before she was ripe.'' He stood up, walked over to the window and closed the curtains. 
 
 `` Yes, not what we had expected. But now we can not wait any longer, the feast must take place, especially now when she knows our secret'' Grandma paid no attention to the actions of grandpa. She was staring, her eyes never leaving me. Grandpa walked out of the kitchen. A loud click was heard. 
 
 `` My dear, this would all have been easier if you had not been so...'' the way she spoke, there was no melody anymore ``... intrusive''. Grandma's eyes were slowly turning from comforting green to pitch black. 
 
 My palms were wet, I was breathing rapidly, then adrenaline kicked in. I jumped from the table and ran for the door. It was locked, I slammed into it, but it would not budge. I fell to the ground with tears welling out. As I sat on the floor I saw an enormous pot, and what used to be my grandpa next to it, stirring. 
 
 ” Now you are old enough, honey. ” 
 
 It was the last thing I heard before all turned to black. 
 
 
 *Translation error, fixed. 

