Nesrin’s Confessions | A True Horror Story
True Horror Story | Nesrin’s desperate attempt to conceive leads her down dark paths, confronting horrifying truths about her husband, aunt, and uncle, ultimately resulting in her confinement in a mental hospital.
We were going to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary with my husband. He had half an hour left to come home from work. I put on my best clothes, combed my hair, and prepared a perfect dinner table. Actually, the reason for this preparation wasn’t the wedding anniversary at all, but to mend things with my husband. My relationship with my husband, Mehmet, had been troubled for about a year. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t have a child. Despite going to the doctor, we hadn’t been able to conceive. This situation had driven quite a wedge between us.
As I was looking at myself in the mirror, the doorbell rang. I immediately went to the door. The moment I opened the door, Mehmet rushed inside, started kissing and hugging me. I hadn’t seen my husband hug me, kiss me, or even smile like that in a long time. He took my hand and pulled me into the living room. We sat on the couch, and Mehmet, with great excitement and happiness, told me we were going to have a child. Frankly, what he said seemed very strange to me. He held my hands and said, “I talked to a friend from my workplace. She’ll pick you up on her way to work tomorrow morning and take you to a hodja [religious healer/scholar] our family knows. They also couldn’t have children for a long time, then they went to this hodja, and the woman gave birth to twins.” I nodded in agreement.
Around 9 AM, the woman Mehmet mentioned came to the door. Without wasting time, we went out to see the hodja. A young woman with her face covered opened the door. We passed through a mysterious place and went up the stairs. The hodja said, “Welcome, Nesrin.” I couldn’t hide my astonishment, “How do you know my name?” I asked. The hodja silently gestured with his eyes for us to sit on the floor. We sat on the cushions. The hodja wrote something like a prayer on paper and folded it like an amulet. He told me I should always wear the amulet and come back if I didn’t get pregnant after intercourse. We paid the fee and returned home.
It had been two weeks since the hodja prepared the amulet, and I had never taken it off my neck. During this time, Mehmet and I had intercourse many times. Also, my husband’s interest in me had increased. One night, we had intercourse again, turned our backs to each other, and fell asleep. It was after that sleep that I started experiencing strange events.
When I fell asleep, I had a strange dream. I was in a place like a prison, behind bars. Opposite me was a little girl, about 3-5 years old, shouting and stomping at me, “Mom! You ruined everything! You will be ruined too!” Years and years have passed, but I still remember this dream as if it were yesterday. I had strange dreams like this for days. Once, I even dreamed I was pregnant and the child inside me tore my body apart coming out. In the dream, it felt like I was living those pains exactly, but when I woke up, all the pain disappeared. The last time I had such a dream, I woke up with a strange mark on my arm. I was scared. I woke Mehmet up and told him everything. Mehmet didn’t pay much attention, he even thought I was losing my mind. Indeed, either I was losing my mind, or something was messing with me.
The next day, I made baked chicken for Mehmet. When Mehmet came home from work, I put the tray on the table. My husband stuck his fork into the chicken and took a bite. After chewing a few times, he spat it onto the table. He said the food was extremely salty. When I took a bite too, it was indeed incredibly salty. But I never added salt to the food; we add salt at the table. Suddenly, I felt nauseous. I went to the toilet and vomited, but the nausea persisted. Since the nausea continued until the next morning, I went to the doctor. The doctor told me the nausea wasn’t due to illness, but because I was pregnant! I was literally overjoyed. As soon as I left the hospital, I went home. We had to celebrate this with Mehmet. I immediately started cooking hastily. While cooking, strange violin-like sounds started coming and going in my ears. I dismissed it, thinking, “It’s because of the pregnancy.” In the evening, I surprised my husband. My husband was overjoyed, spinning around the house with happiness.
Those stupid ringing sounds in my ears, the terrifying dreams… Could pregnancy be this difficult? My ordinary days continued. I had cooked dinner and was waiting for Mehmet to come home. Mehmet finally arrived home, albeit a bit late. He looked drunk. We sat down to eat. As I ate the chicken piece by piece, Mehmet just stared at me. Smiling, I said, “Aren’t you going to eat? Chicken breast is your favorite food.” Mehmet stood up, walked slowly towards me. He took the chicken bones I had eaten from my plate and started filling his pockets with them. With a strange expression, he said, “Can’t my favorite food be bones, my dear wife?”
Just then, the phone rang. I went to the living room and answered the phone. It was my aunt; she was crying. I asked my aunt why she was crying; I was worried. My aunt, with a trembling voice, said, “Your husband Mehmet had a traffic accident on his way home from work an hour or two ago and passed away… They couldn’t reach you, so they called your uncle…” I was shocked; I was going to lose my mind. If Mehmet was dead, who was in the kitchen? If the one in the kitchen was Mehmet, then who was the person who died? I ran to the kitchen. When I entered through the door, Mehmet was eating bones off the floor like a dog! My hands and feet were trembling with fear. I slowly backed out into the hallway. My mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. When I went into the bathroom to wash my face, Mehmet appeared before me! He had showered, was stark naked, and his feet were crooked. His eyes were pitch black… I think I fainted.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room. My aunt and uncle were by my side. “From now on, we will take care of you, daughter, we will never leave you alone,” they comforted me.
It had been exactly three months since I lost my husband. Since the day I started staying with my aunt and uncle, I hadn’t had terrible dreams, nor heard those strange violin-like sounds. The only odd thing was my craving for absurd things. After my husband’s death news, remembering him eating bones off the floor in the kitchen made me crave bones. When I vomited in the toilet, I even started craving my own vomit. Since my aunt was an understanding and very kind-hearted person, she always helped me with this. When I craved such ridiculous things, she would say, “You are pregnant, for your child, whatever you crave, you should eat at least a piece.” If my aunt and uncle hadn’t been with me, I would have long since departed from this life. I’m so glad they exist.
It was time to find out the gender of my baby. We went to the doctor. I lay on the examination table and opened my belly following the doctor’s instructions. I was very curious about my baby’s gender. The doctor looked at the ultrasound and froze. He said the baby’s gender wasn’t visible and told me to come back later. We left the hospital sadly and returned home. After dinner, I asked my aunt and uncle for permission, went to my room, and started to sleep.
Around 3-4 AM, I suddenly woke up from my sleep. Actually, I should say I was awakened. The sound of a baby crying echoed in the house. I put on my slippers and walked towards the sound. The living room was a bit dark. The power must have gone out because I couldn’t turn on the lights. My uncle was holding and soothing a baby in the single armchair in the corner. I approached my uncle and asked, “Whose baby is that?” My uncle smiled at me and shouted, “This baby is ours!” In fear and horror, I tried to run away screaming, but I couldn’t escape. Just as I was cornered, I opened my eyes in my bed. It turns out it was all a nightmare. I pulled the duvet over my head and tried to continue sleeping, but when I pulled the duvet over my face, I felt someone outside the duvet watching me motionlessly. Some objects in the room were sliding very slowly, and the closet door occasionally creaked slightly open and shut. It was as if a voice whispered to me, “We will take you, your time is short.” I stayed under the duvet in tears until the morning call to prayer. When the adhan was called, all these feelings ended, and I continued my sleep after that.
When I woke up in the morning, I went to the nearest mosque hodja in the area. The mosque hodja told me about a well-intentioned hodja who understood these matters and helped people free of charge as a human being. I got his address and went to see the hodja. When I arrived at the address, I knocked on the door. The hodja opened the door and said, “Come in, daughter.” When I entered, it felt as if a tumor inside my brain had disappeared. We sat opposite each other, and I told the hodja everything that had happened. The hodja asked me to take off the amulet from my neck. I gave the amulet to the hodja. He took a utility knife and began to cut the stitches of the amulet one by one. Every time he cut, it felt as if he was cutting my wrists. The hodja opened the amulet and took out the paper inside. He shook his head at me angrily and said, “This paper has the name of Marid jinn! Did someone close to you do this?” Ashamed, I confessed that I had performed magic on myself to have a child. The hodja’s face fell terribly. He looked up and said, “Look! I hope that child is human!” He wrote me an amulet full of prayers. “Wear this and pray a lot. There is nothing else that can be done for you,” he said, dismissing me.
I returned home helpless and exhausted. My aunt and uncle were waiting for me at the dinner table. I immediately sat down at the table. We ate dinner, I retired to my room, thinking I’d listen to some music. Just then, my aunt came in with a glass of drink. “If you drink this, you will definitely get better. It tastes a bit bitter, but drink it for your child,” she said. It had a disgusting taste, but after drinking it, I felt relieved. I lay down on my bed and had a perfect sleep.
I opened my eyes but couldn’t move. I couldn’t move my feet, my legs. I had incredible pain in my abdomen and vagina. I tried to figure out where I was, but I couldn’t see anything. It was dark around, but a few candlelight illuminated this darkness. As I tried to understand where I was, suddenly a woman spat in my face! The woman who spat was my aunt! There were strange dark figures in front of me, behind me, all around me. Terrified, I asked my aunt what was happening and why she did this. My aunt, with a resentful and hateful attitude, said, “For years, your uncle and I struggled to have a child. Finally, we had a daughter named Esra. That shameless mother of yours took my daughter under the pretext of taking her out, made her like herself, and killed my daughter too! Your mother was a demon! The day my daughter died, we swore revenge! We sold our souls, our property, our bodies to Satan! Just to do to you what your mother did to my daughter! The husband you loved as Mehmet for three years was actually us! Do you want to see the baby in your belly?” she said. She came with a hideous-looking creature in her hand, shoving it in my face. My mind couldn’t grasp what was happening; I was sobbing uncontrollably. The two people I could trust in life, whom I called family, were doing disgusting things to me. I had carried a very hideous-looking creature for months… I was trembling with fear.
Just then, someone kicked down the door of the room I was in and burst inside. The person who entered was the last hodja I had visited. As the hodja shouted prayers, those dark things around me started to flee. My aunt, my uncle, they all ran outside. The hodja untied my hands and rushed me to the hospital.
Since the day I told the police about the events, I have been staying here in this mental hospital. Even as I tell you these things, they are watching me. I want to die now, but the doctors here don’t understand me. I see those nightmares and hear those voices every night, even more intensely than before.
You can use my name; you can tell everyone about these events. I also have a message for people: Always know the value of their lives, be grateful for their current situation.
