The Magical Gold on the Mountain | Horror Story
Horror Story Summary: This story deals with the curse brought upon a family by magical gold found on a mountain to escape poverty, the haunting by an ifrit (a powerful demon in Islamic mythology) in the guise of a black cat, and the struggle for salvation.
The electricity bill was high again. We couldn’t manage the household anymore; we were officially going bankrupt. When we couldn’t pay the rent, we had to live in a dilapidated house where water dripped inside when it rained and the cold seeped in. My father had been fired because of the betrayal of his closest friend at work. He had found a new job, but it had neither insurance nor a salary sufficient to support us. Therefore, we needed money from somewhere, but how would that money come?
I immediately read about the history of our city and listened to the elders in our village. Right in front of the village stands a majestic mountain. Because the mountain is so large, the snow on its peak never melts. With the first light of day, a magnificent view emerges. According to our elders, there is plenty of gold on that mountain. The old folks buried gold there, but no one dared to dig it up.
I thought a lot about this sentence. ‘All they have to do is dig and take the gold, what does courage have to do with it?’ I kept thinking. But this was about to change with me digging up the gold. Without telling my family, I grabbed a pickaxe and shovel and headed straight for the mountain. My grandfather had said that places with gold usually have a mark carved on them. So I started searching. After searching for an hour or two, I found a strange piece of stone with symbols on it.
Without wasting time, I started digging immediately. Something strange happened while I was digging; after digging about a meter down, a black cat emerged from the soil! I was quite surprised by this. The cat looked at me strangely and circled around me. ‘It must have entered through a small molehill,’ I thought. As I continued digging, the cat watched me. This unnerved me a bit. Since I had climbed halfway up the mountain, the air had become frosty, the wind was blowing, making a very eerie sound.
After digging a little more, the cat started making noises as if it was about to attack. I was wearing a thick coat and had covered my head. The cat approached and started scratching my arm. It was very angry. I shooed the cat away, but it turned around and came back. It seemed annoyed that I was digging there. The last time I struck with the pickaxe, there was a metallic sound. After removing some soil with my hand, I found a box. Inside the box, there was only a note. Reaching my hand in a bit further, I found a pot full of gold! I was very hopeful. Meanwhile, there was no sound from the cat. I looked around, but it was nowhere to be seen.
I wrapped the pot in the shawl around my neck and brought it down to the village. I waited for my father to come home. When he arrived, I showed him. My father was scared when he saw the gold and asked where I found it. I told him I found it on the mountain, “I dug it up,” I said. After sizing me up with his eyes, my father took the large pot full of gold and left. He returned in the evening. “Come on, get up, we’re going to our new house!” While my mother looked on bewildered, I understood that my father had started spending the gold. When my mother asked, “What new house?” my father said he had found a new job with a high salary. Believing him, my mother immediately started packing our belongings.
In 2-3 days, we had moved into our new house. Our new house was quite large and beautiful, but while we should have been happy, my family, who never fought, started fighting. Not a single day passed happily anymore. I had nightmares every night. When I woke up from the nightmares, I would see a cat in front of the window, just like the cat on the mountain. The cat watched me from the window almost every evening. Even though I drew the curtains, the cat’s shadow reflected on the wall in front of my bed.
Unable to bear this anymore, I went to the neighborhood hoca. I told him everything, step by step. After listening carefully, the hoca said, “Oh, my son! Why do you think nobody digs up the gold? The people who buried that gold cast spells on it so it wouldn’t fall into anyone else’s hands. That black cat watching you is an ifrit that has possessed its body. It has become attached to you because you used that gold. For now, in the cat’s body, it’s only upsetting you, but as you continue to use the gold, it will start entering your room and showing itself to you in its true form. But believe me, son, you do not want to see its true form! Then you will start experiencing memory loss. When the curse descends upon your house, your family’s fights will become harsher day by day, and they will either separate or kill each other.”
“Two years ago, there was a man blinded by greed for money. He was obsessed with this gold and one day said he would go search for gold and went up the mountain. A few days after he left, the townspeople, unable to see him or his family, decided to go to his house. No matter how much they knocked, no one opened the door. When they broke the door down and entered, they were met with a disgusting smell. The man who found the gold had killed his parents, they had cut each other up, the place was a bloodbath! The man who found the gold was found eating their flesh. When he tried to attack people, a shepherd shot him with a rifle. They decided to burn the house down and set it on fire. As the house burned, some saw a black cat escaping from the back window.”
What I heard devastated me. I asked the hoca how we could get rid of this. He told me that if we had taken anything with the gold, we should get rid of those things, and we should bury the gold back where we found it.
I told my father what had happened, but unfortunately, money had already blinded him. Then I told my mother. My mother found what I said logical and decided to leave the house immediately. My mother tried to convince my father, but he was shouting, refusing to leave. Then I tried to find the gold. I searched everywhere. Finally, I found it in the closet with my father’s clothes, took the gold immediately, and went to bury it where I found it.
After burying the gold, my mother and I went back to our old house. I had a peaceful sleep that night. Now it was time to convince my father, but he was acting as if he had gone mad. When we went to persuade him, he didn’t open the door despite our knocking. There was always a spare key in the shoe rack next to the door; we took it and opened the door. When we saw my father in the living room, we were both devastated. My father was in the corner of the living room, talking and shouting at someone who wasn’t there. His eyes looked strange; he had gone mad!
Two weeks passed. My father is currently receiving treatment in a mental hospital. The curse upon us has been lifted. I swear I will never do something like this again.
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