My Friend’s Jinn Wedding | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story: Terrifying events witnessed in the village he went to for his friend’s wedding. Jinn possession, supernatural entities, a dismembered dog, and the tragic truth learned years later.

Those were the years I went to Istanbul to work, wandering around with lots of plans in my head. With the business diploma I got a few years prior, I managed to find a job, albeit with difficulty, at a private bank. For the first few months, I lived a bachelor’s life in an apartment I rented alone, but increasing expenses meant I was barely making ends meet by the end of the month. This situation meant I needed to control my excessive spending.

There was a guy named Murat working with me at the same bank. He was my age and a very good person. Whenever I had the slightest financial crisis, he would lend me money, saying, “Don’t rush, pay me back whenever you can.” Murat, just like me, was living in a rented place. One day, when I was tight on cash, Murat suggested we live together. “This way, we can split the rent,” he said. I was very happy to hear this. Besides, Murat knew how to cook most meals, whereas I almost always ate out, except on rare occasions. I accepted his offer.

That weekend, Murat and I started living together. Months passed, and we became very close. We were like two brothers in the same house. Towards the end of spring, Murat mentioned he was getting married in the middle of summer. “Semih, I’m taking my annual leave early and going back to my hometown. You absolutely must come for the wedding; I’ll show you around our area,” he said. I was thrilled and replied, “Of course, brother.”

When Murat took his leave and returned to his hometown, I also went to visit my family. After staying with my family for a short while, I bought a ticket to Manisa, Murat’s hometown. As I entered the city center early in the morning, I called Murat and told him where I was. Half an hour later, he arrived in his car. He looked very cheerful. “What’s up? Is this joy because you’re getting married?” I asked. He gave a shy smile and said, “No, brother, I’m happy to see you. Welcome.” After shaking hands, he asked, “Are you hungry? You must be tired from the journey; let’s grab a bite over there if you want.” Pointing to my empty stomach since the previous evening, I said, “Okay.”

After the meal, I asked Murat about the place he lived. His family lived in a village quite far from the city center. They also had a house in the city but spent the summer months in the village. Before going to the village, we stopped by their city house. Murat picked up a few items from the house. After a journey lasting hours, we finally turned off the asphalt onto a dirt road. I thought we were close, but when Murat said, “Hold on, we still have half an hour to go,” I started thinking we had really left civilization behind.

As Murat said, half an hour later, we saw the village situated on a flat area. “These are the lands where I grew up,” Murat said. Slowing down the car, we drove between the houses. We stopped in front of a three-story house with a garden. At the gate, next to the doghouse, an old man was feeding the dog. Hearing the car sound, he stopped what he was doing and turned towards us. Looking at me, he said, “Welcome, son.” Murat intervened and introduced us: “This is my father, İbrahim,” he said. Then, turning to his father, “And this is my friend Semih, whom I told you about.” After this brief introduction, we entered the house. Inside, I also met Murat’s sister and mother. They all seemed like good people.

After dinner, the fatigue from the journey made me sleepy. When Murat’s mother showed me the empty room they had prepared for me and said I could go to bed early, I immediately went to the room. I changed my clothes and lay down on the bed.

I woke up in the morning to sounds coming from outside. I say morning, but when I checked the time, it was almost 12 noon. I had slept so soundly that I guess nobody woke me up. When I went downstairs, Murat’s sister saw me and said, “Mom didn’t want to wake you; I’ll prepare breakfast now.” I replied, “I wish you had woken me, sorry for the trouble,” and went out to the courtyard. Outside, Murat and his father were talking to a few men; they were calculating what needed to be done and bought for the wedding preparations. Seeing me, Murat said, “Good morning, did you sleep well?” I nodded and asked when the wedding was. The wedding was in four days.

Leaving the men at the courtyard entrance, I looked at the doghouse. Inside, a black and white, quite cute dog was lying down. When I whistled, it came out and started playing with me. Its collar read “Paşa.” After finishing our game with Paşa, I had my breakfast. After breakfast, Murat and I took the car and toured the village. Murat also showed me the place where the wedding would be held. The wedding area was quite flat and spacious. In the middle section, there were a few trees not exceeding five meters in height. Then I asked Murat about the girl he was going to marry. Her name was Meryem. She lived with her family in a village near Murat’s.

After talking for a long time, I noticed Murat constantly rubbing his chest. Although it didn’t catch my attention at first, I later asked if he was okay. Murat, in a very confident tone, said, “I’m fine, sometimes there’s a pain, but it passes.” Smirking at him, I said, “Hey champ, take care of yourself until the wedding day,” and we both burst into laughter and got into the car. When we returned home, the sun was about to set. We greeted Paşa at the door and went inside. The family had set the table and was waiting for us. We immediately sat down to eat.

After dinner, İbrahim uncle was outside the house, smoking his cigarette on one hand and making arrangements for the wedding on the phone with the other. Meanwhile, some of Murat’s friends from the village arrived. In a group of five, we went to the shore of a small lake. They had brought supplies with them. We set up a nice table for ourselves in the car headlights. Chatting away, the time passed midnight. Without extending it further, everyone returned home.

When Murat and I entered the house, everyone was asleep. We went upstairs without making much noise. While climbing the stairs, Murat clutched his chest again. We wished each other good night and went to our rooms. Slightly tipsy, I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.

I woke up to the sound of Paşa crying. He was crying so much he almost didn’t stop. After a while, my nerves started to fray. I got out of bed and turned on the light. I looked down from the window; the dog was frantically turning its head left and right, crying. He was pulling on his leash so hard he almost broke his neck. Even though I made gestures with my hand, his crying didn’t stop. I went back to my bed and waited. Five minutes later, Paşa’s voice stopped. I turned off the light and lay down in my bed. But this time, sounds coming from the next room prevented me from sleeping. Next door was Murat’s room, and muffled sounds similar to snoring were coming from it. At first, I thought Murat was snoring, but his recent habit of constantly touching his chest made me suspicious. Bad thoughts started crossing my mind; was he having a seizure?

I immediately got out of bed and went into the corridor. The intensity of the sounds I had just heard increased; it was as if someone was choking Murat! As I approached his room, I saw pale lights emanating from under the door. I put my hand on the door and quickly opened it. When I opened the door, there was no trace of the light from before; I couldn’t see the room clearly. When I turned on the light, Murat was lying on his back on the bed, but his bloodshot eyes were staring at the ceiling as if they were about to pop out! Without understanding what was happening, I went to his side and said, “Murat, what happened? Are you okay?” He didn’t answer; he was still breathing rapidly and staring at the ceiling. When I put my hand on his shoulder, he suddenly turned his head and looked at me. He started shouting things I couldn’t quite understand. As he shouted, an unbearable stench came from his mouth! Unable to stand it any longer, I yelled, “İbrahim uncle!” Hearing my voice, the household members rushed into Murat’s room within seconds. They were also trying to understand what was going on. İbrahim uncle turned to me and asked, “What happened?” I explained what had occurred. His mother and sister were crying, constantly asking Murat questions, waiting for an answer. Just then, Murat forcefully exhaled all his breath and closed his eyes. Everyone, in fear, started shaking Murat, but when we checked, his breathing was normal.

Then he suddenly woke up and said, “Mom?” Hearing Murat’s voice brought relief to everyone. “What happened? Why are you crying?” he asked. The Murat from minutes ago was gone, replaced by the boy we knew. Seeing me at the head of the bed too, he sat up. He was drenched in sweat. He looked at us with very strange and sleepy eyes, trying to understand what was happening. When no one spoke, I said I heard crying sounds and came to his room fearing something had happened to him. Murat said he was fine and wanted to sleep. İbrahim uncle said, “Okay, let’s go to bed now; we’ll talk about everything in the morning.” I left the room and went to my own. I was still trying to comprehend what I had just seen. What Murat said to me, the way his red eyes looked as if popping out of their sockets, had shocked me. I tried to sleep, though it was difficult. When I fell asleep, the sound of the morning call to prayer was coming from outside.

I woke up early in the morning; I had slept fitfully anyway. I immediately went downstairs. The events of the night had affected the whole house. Everyone was at the table except Murat. Murat’s mother looked at me and asked, “Didn’t Murat wake up?” I said I hadn’t checked. I went upstairs again to call Murat. As I approached Murat’s door in the corridor, I felt my breathing and heartbeat quicken. Then I scolded myself internally, “He’s your friend, don’t think such absurd things.” When I reached the door, I knocked; no answer. I knocked again and said, “Murat, are you awake, brother?” Still no sound. My heart was pounding in my chest; my nerves were frayed. I quickly opened the door and went inside. Murat wasn’t in his bed! When I turned my head to the right, I saw Murat standing right at the entrance of the door, looking at me with a strange expression! Forgetting my fear, I angrily shouted, “What the hell are you doing, you lunatic!” Hearing me shout, İbrahim uncle also came upstairs. Murat went to his father and said he couldn’t sleep all night, so he wanted to sleep a bit. Although İbrahim uncle asked Murat if he would have breakfast, Murat didn’t answer the question, entered his room, turned towards me, and closed the door. I couldn’t make sense of Murat’s actions. İbrahim uncle and I went downstairs together. At breakfast, Murat’s mother and father constantly asked me questions, wanting me to recount the previous night. I told them everything that happened in minute detail. I said Murat seemed normal when we returned home, and in my opinion, he became like this after the incident during the night. İbrahim uncle was very upset that his son had become like this just days before the wedding. He kept asking me to talk to Murat and find out what was wrong. I told İbrahim uncle I would do whatever it takes to bring Murat back to his old self.

Murat didn’t even come out of his room for lunch that day. I spent the day outside with Paşa. In the evening, İbrahim uncle came home. He said he had completed all the wedding preparations and immediately asked about Murat’s condition. His mother said, “He was in his room all day. I went to his door a few times, but he didn’t want me to come in.” Hearing this, İbrahim uncle’s face started to flush. “Who are we doing all this for? What happened to this boy?” he said, entering the house. Murat’s mother asked me to check on Murat as well. I went home and went upstairs. I reached the door and called out: “Murat brother, aren’t you going to eat?” Murat said he wasn’t hungry. “You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, how can you not be hungry?” I said. He didn’t answer. Just as I turned to go downstairs, the door opened. Inside, there was that pale light again. I started getting tense again; I could feel my legs trembling. When I reached the door, I looked inside the room. Murat was sitting on the bed, scooping something black, grainy, and mushy from a wooden bowl in front of him into his mouth. What I saw started to nauseate me. He kept eating, while also talking and laughing in a strange language to someone on the opposite side of the room. I approached the door and shouted, “Murat, what are you doing?” Murat suddenly stopped laughing, turned his head towards me, and shouted in a strange voice, “Can’t you see? I’m eating!” As he shouted, the door slammed shut violently on me! Barely managing to move my legs, which had become numb with fear, I went down the stairs. Just as I reached the bottom, I was about to fall when İbrahim uncle saw me. They immediately laid me down on the nearby sofa. I couldn’t speak for a short while. When I started to come around, I tried to explain what I saw. Upon hearing this, İbrahim uncle went upstairs. From upstairs, shouts of “Open this damn door! Open the door! I swear I’ll break it!” echoed. A few minutes later, İbrahim uncle came back down. His skin was red with anger, his lips purple. “He’s locked the door,” he said.

No one spoke during dinner; everyone was trying to understand what was happening to Murat. At the end of the meal, they asked me questions about what I saw in Murat’s room earlier in the evening. Murat’s mother didn’t want to believe what I said, repeatedly asking if I was sure while I recounted. What I saw today had affected me quite a bit too. I could no longer see Murat as my old friend. I wanted the wedding to be over quickly so I could leave and return to my family. After dinner, İbrahim uncle went up to Murat’s room again. Murat still didn’t open the door.

Very late, when everyone retreated to their rooms, I reluctantly went up to mine. I closed and locked the door. After all I had seen, although I tried not to show it to the family, I was scared. I lay on the bed and tried to sleep. I couldn’t sleep because I hadn’t turned off the light. I got up, turned off the light, and lay down again. At some point, I thought I heard deep conversation sounds. The voices were coming from Murat’s room. It sounded like Murat was talking to someone. When his conversation ended, this time he started barking into the void. I was about to go crazy! I got up again and turned on the light. When I looked down, Paşa was attacking here and there, unable to stay still; it was as if he had seen a strange animal. Just as I was watching this, the light in my room went out! I dropped the curtain and looked into the room, then immediately turned the light back on in one move. While thinking about what to do, the sound of conversations next door grew louder, and Paşa cried even more. I thought it would be right to leave the room and wake up İbrahim uncle and the others.

When I stepped out of my room, Murat’s door was open. Ahead, there was that light again. Without looking that way, I walked towards the room where İbrahim uncle and his wife stayed. Just as I was about to knock on their door, I heard a voice behind me say “Semih!” I knew the owner of the voice very well; it was my friend Murat. Right behind me! I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. With every exhale, a foul odor spread. My heart almost stopped beating. I couldn’t gather the courage to turn around. I wanted to touch İbrahim uncle’s door, to wake them up, but I couldn’t move my hand. Finally, I pulled myself together and slowly started to turn around. When I turned around, what I saw was fire reflected in Murat’s eyes. I wanted to ask a question, but my tongue wouldn’t move. I thought to myself, “Murat, don’t hurt me.” Murat must have understood, as he replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Then he turned his back to me and headed towards his room. “Come, let me introduce you to my wife,” he said. I didn’t fully understand what Murat meant. Although I didn’t want to follow him, I walked.

When I reached the door of the room, the inside was very different from the last time I saw it: Thick black curtains on the windows, walls with red writing and embroidery, and again that disgusting smell… Murat slowly sat on his bed. He raised his hand towards me and said, “Come.” I entered the room; my hair stood on end. I didn’t want to get close to Murat because I was afraid he would harm me. “Do you want to see my wife?” he asked. I couldn’t answer. In a louder and deeper voice, he shouted, “Do you want to?” My tongue was tied; I couldn’t speak. With difficulty, stuttering intermittently, I said, “Yes.” He raised his finger and pointed to the large wardrobe opposite. When he raised his finger, there was black paint on his fingertips. I couldn’t see anything where he pointed, but on the table next to the bed, in the wooden bowl I saw yesterday, there were bloody and hairy pieces of meat! I was walking towards the wardrobe; my feet were out of my control. I reached my hand towards the large wardrobe door. As I slowly opened the door, a cold beam of light spread from the wardrobe into the room. The light increased as I opened it further. I tried to close my eyes to avoid looking at the light in the wardrobe, but somehow my eyes wanted to open. Unable to resist anymore, I opened my eyes. In the wardrobe, a woman wearing a wedding dress was dismembering an animal in her lap with a knife in her hand! As she dismembered the animal, blood dripped onto the wedding dress! I lifted my eyes and looked at the woman’s face. Her eyes were completely white, as if she had none! She had stopped what she was doing and was looking at me! Seeing me look at her, I quickly turned my eyes back to the animal in her lap. There was a collar around the animal’s neck, and the collar read “Paşa”!

When I opened my eyes, I heard İbrahim uncle shouting. They had found me unconscious at the entrance of my room door. As soon as I got up, I went downstairs and out into the courtyard. I went to Paşa’s kennel and checked on Paşa. The animal wasn’t in the kennel! I turned to İbrahim uncle and said, “They killed Paşa!” İbrahim uncle asked, “What killing, son? Who killed him?” I gathered myself and sat on one of the chairs in the courtyard. I told İbrahim uncle to call his wife, that I would tell them everything that had happened. After Murat’s mother and sister arrived, I recounted everything I experienced last night down to the smallest detail. While explaining, I glanced upstairs at one point and saw Murat looking at me from behind the curtain, saying something through the glass. When İbrahim uncle heard about the veiled woman in Murat’s room and what they did to Paşa, he quickly entered the house. We followed him from behind. When he reached Murat’s door, he started pounding on it, cursing at Murat. Since the door was locked, he kept forcing it, trying to open it. Shortly after, Murat opened the door. İbrahim uncle went inside and started beating Murat. “What the hell did you do? What’s a woman doing in your room?” he muttered while beating Murat. When Murat’s mother opened the wardrobe, she started screaming at what she saw! The woman couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the floor. İbrahim uncle looked into the wardrobe, took Paşa’s hide, which was riddled with holes and covered in blood, and left the room. Murat, meanwhile, was sitting strangely on the bed, muttering odd sentences to himself, occasionally laughing.

I no longer had the strength to endure all these events. I left the room and went to my own. I took my bag from under the bed and packed all my belongings. Neither my friendship with Murat, nor the wedding, nor the people in the house mattered to me anymore. I wanted to leave this village as soon as possible. I packed my bag and changed my clothes. I quietly opened the door of the room and stepped into the corridor. I didn’t want to see anyone. I hesitated whether to look into Murat’s room one last time. I went up to Murat’s door; just as I was about to knock, I changed my mind and walked quickly towards the stairs. I had just descended the first step when I heard a voice. As soon as I heard the voice, my heart started racing again. When I turned around, Murat was leaning against his door, looking at me. Something black, like tears, was flowing from his eyes. His face was much paler than other times. I climbed back up the step I had descended, then took a step towards Murat, and he said, “It’s all my fault.” I didn’t understand what he meant. Even though I said, “I’m leaving, Murat,” he hadn’t heard me. An arm emerging from inside the room grabbed Murat by the wrist and pulled him into the room. When Murat entered his room again, the door slammed shut hard. I decided at that moment that Murat had completely lost his mind and that I needed to leave this house before I lost mine too.

When I went downstairs, nobody was there. I immediately went out to the courtyard and started walking quickly. Passing Paşa’s kennel, I remembered what I saw at night. I turned back one last time and looked at the house. There was a strange flickering light in Murat’s room, and Murat’s screams mixed with crying could be clearly heard from outside. I turned my steps towards the road and quickly went to the village square. When I saw one of the children from the lakeside, I told him I needed to go to the city center. When the child asked where I was going so close to the wedding, I said, “I’ll get something from the city and come back.” He told me to wave down passing cars on the road to get to the center.

As evening approached, I reached the city, went to the terminal, and bought a ticket to Istanbul. I arrived in Istanbul around noon. As soon as I got off the bus, I hailed a taxi and went home. I packed up all my belongings at home. After what I had experienced, I couldn’t live in the same house with Murat. In fact, I didn’t even stay in that house the day I left. I stayed in a hotel until I found a new rental apartment. Although it was far from the bank where I worked, I rented the new apartment I found. On the evening I rented it, I moved my belongings and settled in.

Days passed after my return to Istanbul. Every day I expected Murat to walk through the bank door, wondering if the wedding had happened and what kind of reaction he would give me for leaving my share of the house without telling him. But none of what I thought happened.

Years passed. I was now a married man with 2 children. After getting married, I stopped working in Istanbul and was now a bank branch manager in Izmir. My wife’s parents were from Manisa. During a summer when we took a year’s leave, we went to visit them. When I saw the name of Murat’s district on a traffic sign, I suddenly felt detached from the environment, as if I were reliving what I experienced years ago. Just as I was feeling this, my wife’s warning saved us from an accident at the last moment. The thought of going back to that village and finding out what happened to Murat lingered in my mind. First, we went to our destination with the children and my wife. A day later, I told my wife that a very close friend of mine lived in this area and that I needed to visit him briefly, and left them.

As I got closer to Murat’s village, my breathing quickened inside the car. Although I tried to control myself, I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding violently. The passing years had changed the village quite a bit; new houses had been built. Despite knowing the area, I found the location of Murat’s house with great difficulty. Expecting to see a three-story house, I instead found a two-story house under construction at the same spot. Outside, 3-4 workers were loading dismantled molds onto a truck. I approached them and said, “Good luck with your work.” After a brief chat, I got to the point, but none of them had heard of either Murat or İbrahim uncle. They called a man from inside the construction site, saying, “He would know better.” The person they called was the boy I had asked years ago how to get to the city from the village. He had changed quite a bit. I recognized him, but he didn’t recognize me. After greeting him too, I said I was looking for Murat. The man’s face suddenly fell. He looked down at the ground and said, “You don’t know, do you?” I asked, “What don’t I know?” The man showed me a place where we could sit. After we sat down, he said, “Murat is dead.”

When I first heard it, there was a silence between us for a few seconds. Then I composed myself and asked, “How did he die?” He began to explain: “Years ago, it was the night before Murat’s wedding. According to Ahmet the shepherd, Murat got up at night, poured gasoline all over the house, from the barn to the top floor, while his father, mother, and sister were asleep in their rooms, and set it on fire. The fire was so large that by the time the villagers noticed it, the house had collapsed and turned to ash. Initially, we thought it was a normal fire and assumed Murat had died with his family. However, a week after the fire, the village children found a pitch-black human corpse by the lakeside. I was among the first to go see it. The corpse’s eyes were gouged out, its tongue cut off. Between its arms, there was something resembling a baby but with an inhuman face. We immediately called the gendarmerie. A few days later, they said the body belonged to Murat. No one understood how such a thing happened to Murat. A few days after the funeral, some rumors started circulating in the village. The rumor was like this: Supposedly, Murat had a romantic relationship with a female jinn in his childhood and had only told his cousin about it. Indeed, the source of this rumor was Murat’s cousin. Whenever Murat reached marrying age, this entity supposedly took Murat captive and didn’t allow him to marry another woman. However, no one could understand why Murat burned the house and killed his family. We thought the strange baby we found in his arms might have been Murat’s child with that jinn woman.”

When the man finished explaining, I tried to piece together the events I had experienced in my mind. After a few more questions, I said goodbye to the man and drove back to my wife. While returning to Istanbul, I thought about what I had experienced years ago and how a person I loved had come to such an end.

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