The Jinn’s Treasure | A True Horror Story
This true horror story recounts the jinn-related events Mustafa and Burhan encountered while trying to find a constantly shifting treasure, the terrifying warnings they received, and the cautionary tale of Yusuf Abi.
Mustafa Emmi said, “We’ve been messing around there for a week, there’s something strange about this. He keeps saying the treasure’s location changes. The detector isn’t broken either.” Mustafa thought long and hard. He knew the jinn had a hand in this. He had heard it before from other treasure hunters. He turned to Burhan and said, “We need to find a hoca (religious scholar/exorcist), Burhan, only he can handle this.”
The next day, they got up just as the roosters began to crow. They went to a hoca in the village. After knocking on the door a couple of times, the hoca finally opened it. “Welcome, Mustafa. What’s the matter so early in the morning? Nothing serious, I hope?” he asked. “Good morning to you too, Hoca Efendi,” Mustafa replied.
After inviting Mustafa and Burhan inside, the hoca placed a glass of tea in front of each of them and sat down. He wondered why they had come so early, and nothing good came to his mind. With curiosity and slight anxiety, he asked: “Spill it, Mustafa, what’s troubling you?”
Mustafa took a deep breath and looked at Burhan. Burhan nodded his head as if to say ‘go on’. Mustafa finally let the cat out of the bag: “Hoca Efendi, they call you ‘Hoca’ around here, but nobody really knows if you are one or not. For years, you’ve just been reading and blowing prayers; for women to get pregnant, for healing… You’re basically a faith healer, but we’ve always called you Hoca Efendi.”
The hoca was offended by Mustafa’s words but didn’t show it. After all, Mustafa was right in some respects. “We found a treasure on ownerless land, about a kilometer outside the village, but the treasure keeps moving. As far as I know, it’s because of the jinn, I’d heard that before. We just can’t get the treasure. You come, read and blow prayers, help us. We’ll give you a third of the treasure.”
The hoca stroked his beard and began to think. He had never taken on such a job before, but hearing that a third of the wealth would be his, he decided to accept. “Alright, first we need to perform a protection spell for you,” he said. He asked them for a jar of goat’s blood and photos of Mustafa and Burhan. A couple of days later, they brought what he requested. He set about casting the spell. After smearing the goat’s blood on Mustafa’s and Burhan’s foreheads, he read and blew something in a language Mustafa and Burhan couldn’t understand. He heated their photos in boiling water, cut them into ten pieces, and floated them in the blood. Then, using this blood, he wrote two vefks (talismans with writings). After reciting a few more things, he said, “The spell is complete. Don’t ever take these amulets I’ve written off you. Take me to the treasure site tonight. First, I need to find out which jinn is guarding it, then I’ll perform the appropriate spell.”
Evening came, and they went to the location of the treasure. The hoca drove a stake he had previously enchanted into the ground where the treasure was supposed to be. “I did this so its mind doesn’t wander. Let’s see which jinn it is,” he said. He whispered something to himself, and his eyes rolled upwards. He seemed disconnected from this world. “No, no…” he muttered. When he came to, he said, “It’s not just one jinn guarding this treasure. These are jinn that travel in groups.” He added, “A great deal of preparation is needed. I’ll come back in two days, my preparations will take that long.”
Just then, Burhan’s phone rang. “Good heavens, Mustafa Emmi, they’re calling from home. But there’s no one home?” He answered the phone, but there was no sound. Burhan got scared and, in his fear, turned the phone off completely. Just as they started walking, the phone rang again, but this time he removed the battery. The phone kept ringing! Mustafa and Burhan looked at each other in fear. “Let’s get away, nephew, keep walking for goodness sake,” Mustafa said.
The next day, Mustafa decided to visit someone he knew from afar. He too had dabbled in treasure hunting in his youth and had become wealthy. Mustafa wanted to get advice from him. When he arrived at his house, the man opened the door quickly. “Welcome Mustafa, welcome.” “Good to see you, Yusuf Abi.” After Yusuf invited Mustafa in, Mustafa explained why he had come. Yusuf let out a deep sigh, shaking his head ‘no’. He muttered to himself and then began to tell his story:
“Look Mustafa, I was very keen on these things when I was young. I found a treasure and learned it was protected by jinn, but I didn’t give up. The idea of getting rich quick was very tempting, just like it is for you now. We went to a hoca, had spells done. In the end, we got the treasure. I opened a shop thanks to this treasure. I was one of the wealthy people in the village, everyone knew me for my property and wealth. Don’t mind how dilapidated I look now.”
“I told you I opened a shop after getting the treasure… Two months after opening the shop, the hoca who helped us get the treasure was found hanged in his home. A year passed. When I returned home one night, I found my wife, my children, and my father-in-law dead in the house! If you had seen what I saw, you would have lost your mind. They looked like they were possessed. Not even ‘like’, if you ask me, they were possessed! Their arms and legs were twisted backward, their faces had taken on a very strange appearance, and they were bruised black and blue. While I was depressed, three years later, I lost all my wealth too. Now, as you see, I live here, in this poor house. Did you think I ended up like this on my own? Everyone thinks so, but this is the truth.”
“Listen carefully to the advice I’m giving you: Stay away from them! They won’t just stop at taking back what you took from them; they’ll take your family, everything you have, and leave you all alone. You’ll reach a point where you thank God every night that you haven’t gone mad.”
Mustafa listened to Yusuf with astonished and frightened eyes. He was deeply affected. The mere possibility that this empty desire could cost him his life had profoundly impacted, scared, and devastated him. ‘Wealth is a nice dream, but what about my life?’ he thought. “Okay, Yusuf Abi,” he said and stepped outside to call the hoca to cancel the job.
After talking to the hoca, he turned back and knocked on the door. No one answered. He looked through the window; the house was completely empty, even the furniture was gone! “Good Lord!” he said to himself. His heart started racing, his hands and feet began to tremble with fear. “How can this be? Was I dreaming?” he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes and constantly peering through the window.
Just as he turned his back, someone from the village called out: “What were you looking at, brother?” “I was looking for Yusuf Abi, uncle, but we just spoke, and now he’s vanished. I don’t understand,” he said in an agitated tone. The villager smiled sadly: “Brother, you must be crazy! Our Yusuf took his own life three days ago.”
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