The Jinn Haunting My Marriage | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story: Supernatural events starting with the decision to marry. Attacks by jinn possessing his wife, terrifying dreams, shadows, and a true struggle for salvation experienced in Sakarya.

Salam Alaikum brother, I am İbrahim from Sakarya. What I am about to tell you are true events that happened to me.

Everything started in 2012 after I decided to marry my wife, Sibel. We married for love and are still madly in love. We also have a sweet four-year-old son. We met in 2009 and decided to marry in 2012. When I told my family, they were very happy about it. A month or two later, we went to Bolu to ask for my wife’s hand. Thankfully, they gave my wife to me on our first request. After a very lovely evening, we returned home. This is when the events began.

My wife called me the next morning and told me what had happened: After we left, around 3 or 4 AM, someone knocked on her bedroom door, and she heard a voice call “Sibel.” Waking up to the voice, my wife excitedly sat up and said, “Who is it?” The door was knocked again, and the same voice called “Sibel!” again. Thinking it was probably her mother, she got up and opened the door, but seeing no one there, she called out to her mother sleeping in the opposite room, “Did you knock on the door?” When her mother replied, “No, I didn’t knock, daughter,” my wife ran to her mother’s side. She asked me, “What do you think this is?” The only thing that came to my mind was entities from a different dimension. “I won’t go into too much detail; there are people jealous of you. Recite prayers every night before sleeping,” I said. As you can understand, I didn’t say much to avoid scaring her. To be honest, I didn’t dwell much on this incident either.

At that time, my wife was studying at university in Sakarya. One day after she finished classes, we met up and went to her student house to eat dinner. After a pleasant conversation, it was time for me to leave. We said goodbye, and I returned home. At three in the morning, my wife called and said, “The dog is very restless; it’s staring at the kitchen window and growling, ignoring me. It’s fixated on that window.” I had bought her the dog she mentioned so she wouldn’t feel lonely; it was a fluffy white puppy we named Pamuk. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m coming right now,” I said. “Don’t come, I’ll read prayers and sleep,” she replied. “Are you sure? I can come right away if you want,” I insisted. Again, she said, “No dear, don’t come, I’m going to sleep,” and hung up.

I went to work early in the morning. Around noon, I took leave and went to my wife’s place. She greeted me at the door looking very upset. We sat down, she made me some tea, and we started talking. Sibel said, “After hanging up the phone last night, I read prayers and lay down; I fell asleep instantly.” Fearfully, she took my hand and asked, “Do you know a hoca (religious healer)?” I was shocked as I didn’t expect such a question. “Hold on, calm down a bit. It seems there’s something you haven’t told me. What did you experience last night? Can you tell me about it?” I asked.

She began to explain: “In my dream, Pamuk was again fixated on the window, growling, then suddenly hid under the sofa. When I looked at the window, I saw someone in a black shroud entering through the window! I screamed as loud as I could, but nobody heard me. I realized it was a dream when I heard the morning call to prayer, and I got very scared! I want to go home,” she said. “Of course, my dear, my love, I’ll take you,” I replied. I took my wife to my family’s home. She stayed with us that night. The next morning, I took my wife to her hometown, to her family’s place. Her family didn’t know about these incidents yet. After some pleasantries, we had dinner, and I asked for their leave and returned to Sakarya.

During the drive, I thought a lot about whom I could ask for help. On one hand, I wondered if I should tell my family about this, while storms raged in my mind. My wife’s student house came to mind. I decided to stay there that night. My purpose was to see if I would experience the same things. When such things don’t happen to a person, they tend to be fearless, but if the girl he loves is involved, he sees nothing else. I stayed there that night, but nothing happened.

The next morning I went to work, and after finishing, I went back to Sibel’s house. I performed ablution, turned on the computer, and started watching a movie. About five minutes after the evening call to prayer, Pamuk, who was sleeping at my feet, suddenly lifted her head, looked at the kitchen window, and started growling. Stroking her head, I said, “Calm down, girl.” She seemed hypnotized, not reacting to me. She kept staring at the window and growling. I started to get scared. I had turned off the lights while watching the movie; the room was dark, and nothing was visible. When I turned my head and looked at the window, I couldn’t see anything, but the moment I looked, my hair stood on end! I picked Pamuk up and asked, “Girl, is someone there?” The moment I finished my sentence, she started crying! And at that instant, when I saw the dark figure pass by the window, I cursed reflexively. Of course, out of fear, I immediately turned off the computer and took the dog home with me.

When I told my wife about this incident, her fear multiplied. While trying to calm her down, I said, “Don’t worry, we’ll find a hoca and get rid of this. Until we find one, either you’ll stay at our house, or I’ll stay at yours. I don’t want to leave you alone in this situation.” So, I started staying with my wife.

We found a hoca named Mehmet. We learned that he dealt with such matters for the sake of Allah and accepted no money whatsoever. We got his address from my cousin. We got it, but we just couldn’t manage to go to the hoca. Whenever we intended to go, either one of us would get sick on the planned day, or just as we decided and were about to leave, we’d forget about the hoca and distract ourselves with outings like crazy. When I noticed this pattern over three months, I said, “Let’s perform ablution in the morning and set out that way, let’s see if we can reach the hoca’s house.” That morning, we performed our ablutions, recited prayers, and set off. There were no problems. When we arrived at the hoca’s house, we knocked on the door. A young lady came out. When we said we wanted to see Mehmet Hoca, she replied, “I’m his daughter; we lost my father last month.” We were shocked. “Our condolences,” we said and turned back. My mind went blank. What were we going to do now?

Okay, I pulled myself together and told my wife, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll continue living our lives. I’ll do some research and find a solution. Get these things out of your head; don’t think about them.” Nothing happened to us after this incident, and over time, we forgot about what had happened.

On July 14, 2014, my wife and I got married. We were very happy. We went on a honeymoon, had fun, traveled, enjoyed life. Six months into our marriage, I sent my wife to her hometown to spend time with her family. It was the evening of the second day after her departure. As you know, a single man at home, the dishes had piled up. I loaded them into the dishwasher. When I went to the kitchen, I had left my phone on the kitchen table. After finishing my task, when I returned to the table to get my phone, it wasn’t where I had left it! I searched the house for nearly an hour but couldn’t find it. Finally, I found it under the pillow in the bedroom! A shiver went down my spine. “How strange?” I said to myself. Afterwards, I didn’t dwell on it much and went to bed. This was the first incident I experienced after getting married.

In the second year of our marriage, the incidents started increasing. Our arguments over trivial matters escalated. It got so intense that some evenings I would leave my wife at home and sleep in the car. We started hurting each other over the smallest things. I kept thinking, “They are messing with us.” Knowing this, and since there was nothing I could do, I started trying to win my wife’s heart every evening. Even when I was right, I would say, “I’m wrong,” and try to appease her. In reality, I was fighting them without realizing it.

I sent my wife to her mother’s for a week. Staying alone and clearing my head would do me good. When night came, I went to my room to sleep. Since the weather was very hot, the balcony door was open. My back was turned to the balcony door. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I started hearing a whistling sound from outside. The whistling sound got progressively closer. I had a premonition that something was about to happen. In shock, I wanted to recite prayers, but they wouldn’t even come to mind! The curtain suddenly billowed! The room suddenly went cold! Something leaned against my back! May Allah not let anyone experience that moment! Its breath was on my neck; my heartbeat dropped to my toes. Neither the beginning nor the end of the prayers came to my mind. At that moment, my wife came to mind, and an anger strong enough to forget the fear washed over me! I pulled myself together, suddenly cursed, and turned around! I saw the curtain flying outwards. At that moment, as if hypnotized, I fell asleep instantly.

After that night, I started seeing black shadows roaming the house. It had become a habit; I no longer felt scared when I saw them.

One night, my wife and I were in bed. Around 3 or 4 AM, my eyes suddenly opened. I turned to my wife. Lâ ilâhe illallah! My wife was sitting up, looking at me! I had never seen such large eyes in my life! I bowed my head and told myself, “You’re imagining things.” Then I looked again; those eyes were even bigger and looking at me angrily! I bowed my head again, and when I looked again, my wife was asleep! In that momentary fear, perhaps I would have strangled my unsuspecting wife right there! Thanks be to Allah that such a thing didn’t happen.

One night, I was home alone again. Evening came, and I went to the room to sleep. As I said, I got so used to the shadows that when I entered the room, they would try to flee or hide. I muttered to myself, “Don’t bother me; I’m going to sleep.” Either they were mocking me, or I was mocking them… All that was left was to be possessed without realizing it. I slept that night.

In my dream, I finally saw the jinn that was bothering me, or rather, the one possessing my wife! I could see its whole body except for its face. Believe me, I don’t remember what it said then. The event I experienced was this: The jinn was on top of me; it punched me, I punched it. The strange thing was, our punches were moving towards each other slowly, like in slow motion. At that moment, I was both reciting prayers and punching. Thanks be to my Lord, He brought me safely to the morning. When I woke up in the morning, I felt a burning sensation in my left bicep and got up to look in the mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw; there was a handprint! But the fingerprints were twice the size of a normal human’s! I could barely cover a single fingerprint with two of my fingers!

Things were starting to get out of hand. I decided to reveal what I was experiencing to my wife and my own family. First, I told my father. “It’s nothing, don’t think too much. Recite prayers before sleeping; don’t go to bed without reciting Ayetel Kursi,” he said. That’s all well and good, but I can’t recite them! When I start a prayer, I fall asleep before finishing it, or when I start reciting, I drift away from the prayer and find myself thinking about other things! I took a picture of the mark on my arm.

My wife’s family knew a female hoca. They called me to Bolu to meet her. On Saturday, I jumped in my car and went. We met with the female hoca. She was a slightly overweight woman, around 35-40 years old. I told her the events that happened to me, saving the biggest one for last because I was testing the hoca. “I will give you blessed water; Sibel and you should drink this. Then my friends and I will read prayers for you together. You have the evil eye (nazar), nothing else,” she said. “Okay then, let me show you something,” I said. I took out my phone from my pocket, showed the mark on my arm, and asked, “Is this also the evil eye?” When the woman saw that picture, she reacted in a way I couldn’t understand, “Send me this picture; I’ll let you know tonight,” she said. She quickly got up from where we were and walked away. We just stared after her. My wife asked, “When did this happen?” I hadn’t told anyone about this incident because I wasn’t in a state to endure anyone’s meaningless stares, I said. My wife remained silent without saying anything.

Evening came, the hoca called and said, “Mr. İbrahim, I have a teacher (hoca) in Elazığ. I sent this picture to him too. He will call you in half an hour,” she said. I thanked her and hung up. A feeling that she would ask for money crept into me. Half an hour later, he called. “Mr. İbrahim, hello, I am Arzu Hoca. I want to get straight to the point without prolonging the matter. What you are experiencing is not good. I saw that picture and want to tell you that you are in real trouble,” she said. At that moment, an unreasonable anger came over me. Angrily, I asked, “But Ms. Arzu, what is the situation, and how much will this cost me?” “It will cost 3800 lira. We need goatskin, special ink, herbs that need to be collected from nature, and many other different materials,” she said. “Thank you very much, Ms. Arzu, I don’t need these,” I said and hung up the phone in her face. When money gets involved in this business, you can’t trust anyone; these things always seemed very wrong to me.

Ninety percent of the incidents that happened to me occurred when my wife wasn’t home. My brother-in-law had a close friend named Ümit. “Let me introduce you to him; he’s not a hoca, but he’s someone who has seen and experienced things,” he said. I accepted, and we met. We sat in a cafe, and I showed the mark to Ümit abi (older brother Ümit). “First, delete this picture from your phone. I will read prayers for you, and you will get rid of this trouble,” he said. “May Allah bless you, but what is this?” I asked. “Don’t think about such things; don’t occupy your mind with them. Never mind, I’ll handle it,” he said. But he couldn’t resist my insistence and explained a little: “Look brother, this jinn is Christian. There is Hebrew writing on your arm. Don’t ask what it says; even if you tear yourself apart, I won’t tell you,” he said. “Alright, as long as I get rid of it…”

Ümit abi also repeated what my father said: “You will recite prayers; you won’t sleep without reciting. You must always have ablution (wudu). Whether sleeping, walking, whatever you do, you must definitely have ablution,” he strictly warned. We had ordered our second coffees; they arrived. Ümit abi started talking: “Knowing the unseen (ghayb) belongs only to Allah; no creature can see the future,” he said and started telling me things about myself. Ninety percent of what he said was correct! Hearing things about me from a man I just met, I said, “Ümit Abi, you’re not ordinary.” “I’ve seen and experienced things too. I have my jinn; I tell what I hear from them. I voice the thoughts in my head,” he said. I was astonished. The only thing that came to my mind then was to ask, “Do I have jinn too? Can I do such things?” He laughed heartily and said, “Look İbrahim, these matters are not that simple. So stay away from this business,” he said. I had asked once, “Just say yes or no, it’s that simple,” I insisted. He began to speak: “Look carefully, brother, you have two jinn with you. One is male, very old, he won’t harm you, but he protects you,” he said. “The second is an ifrit, a jinn in love with you. It has even appeared to you once,” he said. “Where, when?” I asked. He said there was a water spring on the way to where I lived and, “The first place it appeared to you was that spring.” When he said this, I started believing him even more. He continued: “While you were filling water from the spring, you passed by it. It looked at you a lot. If you had looked back at it, it would have called you over and extended its hand. Had you gone to it and taken its hand, perhaps you wouldn’t be here today,” he said.

My eyes almost popped out looking at Ümit abi. “What happened?” he asked. “Abi, I was eighteen! That spring is on my way home; I always pass by there. There was a blonde girl in a white dress, filling a canister with water from the spring. Yes, she was very beautiful. I reluctantly glanced and immediately lowered my head so the girl wouldn’t misunderstand me. I walked past her,” I said. Ümit abi understood the situation and warmed up. “I have a teacher (hoca); shall we go to him?” he asked. “Okay,” I agreed. He called, found out he was available and waiting for us. We jumped in the car and went to the hoca’s place.

After the welcome greetings, he sat me on a divan and stood opposite me. “Relax, don’t be afraid at all,” he said. He explained step by step what would happen and said a jinn would enter me. When I asked, “How will it enter?” he said, “Don’t talk!” I kept quiet. I don’t know if it entered me or not, but I felt like I was levitating from the couch I was sitting on. I couldn’t open my eyes out of fear. After about five minutes, I felt something boiling inside me, and the hoca was continuously reciting, whispering to himself. Finally, he said, “There, it’s over, you can get up.” Believe me, nothing was wrong with me anymore; I felt completely filled with peace. My joy, strength, and mood returned. “May Allah bless you, hocam. What was wrong with me?” I asked curiously. He laughed and said, “Ümit abi explained it to you; the rest is our business. We’ve handled it with Allah’s permission,” he said.

I was very comfortable for about six months. One night around 11 PM, the door knocked at home. I got up, opened the door, nobody was there. “Damn neighborhood kids are acting up again,” I muttered to myself. As I was changing to go out, I felt a shiver. I didn’t pay much attention. Just as I closed the door and put on my shoes, the door knocked again! But this time, it knocked from inside the house! Fearfully, I grabbed the doorknob and pulled it towards me so it wouldn’t open. The door suddenly started shaking! Whatever was behind it started hitting the door much harder, as if trying to break it! At that moment, I started reciting the Euzu Besmele and reading prayers. When the shaking stopped, I quickly left the house and called Ümit abi. When I told him, “Abi, this and that happened,” he asked, “Did you recite?” “Yes.” “Did the sounds stop then?” he asked. “Yes.” “Recite Ayetel Kursi over it 7 times and open the door, but don’t go inside. Recite inside, then enter. Then recite in the living room, then the bedroom, then the children’s room, then the kitchen. Don’t be afraid if you start hearing sounds,” he advised. I did everything he said, one by one. Thanks be to Allah, I didn’t hear any sounds. I immediately went to bed and slept.

The next evening, I fell asleep watching television. In my dream, I was running from them. Just as they were about to catch me, I woke up… I realized I had fallen asleep at that moment. When I turned my head to the right from where I lay, I saw a black entity looking at me! Just as I was about to get up, it swiftly came next to me and kicked me hard in the side! The pain fully opened my eyes. I realized I was dreaming within a dream. I got up and ate something in the kitchen. Then, while clearing away what I ate, a small shadow passed by the kitchen doorway. Since I was used to them, a smile mixed with fear formed on my face. Ten seconds later, another shadow, about two meters tall, passed by. This one seemed in no hurry; I saw it slowly pass the doorway and enter the bathroom. I quickly followed and opened the bathroom door. As soon as I opened it, the door slammed shut in my face! Leaving the lights on, I only took the house keys and went to my parents’ house. When my mother saw me, she asked, “What happened?” “Nothing, I was alone at home, got bored, wanted to come stay here,” I said. Thankfully, my mother prepared a bed, and I spent the night there.

I have a friend named Cemal at work. During the morning tea break, he came up to me and started, “İbrahim, I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Before he could finish, I said, “Ask, brother, go ahead.” “I’ve seen you very thoughtful lately. You don’t join us either. Is something wrong?” he asked. “There is, brother, and very big problems too. I can’t cope anymore; I don’t know what will happen,” I said. “Tell me, brother, maybe I can help,” he offered. “Let’s sit somewhere after work and talk,” I suggested.

In the evening, Cemal and I sat somewhere, and I told him everything that had happened, one by one. “Ahmet brother, why didn’t you tell me sooner? I know a hoca,” he said. “Cemal, he doesn’t ask for money, right, brother?” I asked. He laughed. “No, brother. Let me call him; if he’s available tomorrow, we’ll meet at the shopping mall and go see him,” he said. Cemal and I parted ways and went home.

Around 8 PM, while watching television, the electricity suddenly went out. I couldn’t move from my spot; fear gripped me. Everywhere was dark; only the lights from passing cars occasionally illuminated the room. I felt someone was at the living room door, but I couldn’t look out of fear. Finally, I gathered my courage and looked… Oh my God! What was that! In the top left corner of the door, I locked eyes with an entity whose eyes glowed like fire and whose skin seemed to be peeling off! I immediately turned my head towards the window, starting to watch the people and cars passing by. I wondered if I screamed at the top of my lungs, would someone come to my rescue? When I looked at the door again, the eyes had grown even larger! I saw something black dripping from its mouth! I turned my head back to the window again. “Oh God, I’m going to die this time,” I thought. My heartbeat was so strong it felt like it was shaking me where I sat. My psychology was in turmoil. My fear turned into anger this time. Again, I gathered myself, suddenly turned my head towards it, and looked, but I couldn’t see it there! I slept on the couch that night.

In the morning, I met Cemal during the ten o’clock tea break and told him about the incident from last night. Cemal looked uneasy. He sighed and began to speak: “Look brother, yesterday I called the hoca and explained the situation. However, they must not have liked it because yours came to me last night,” he said. I was surprised. “What do you mean?” I asked. “My wife and I were asleep last night. At one point, I saw my blanket lift. When I saw a woman crawling towards under my arm, I quickly pulled my arm into the blanket and started reciting prayers. She kept shouting at me, ‘You weren’t supposed to help him! You weren’t supposed to help him!’ It was a dream… My wife woke me up, asking, ‘What happened? Why are you reciting the adhan?'”

After work, we went to the hoca’s place. The hoca’s name was İsmail. İsmail hoca met us at the door. He was around 50-55 years old, with white hair, no beard. I thought to myself, “What kind of hoca is this?” I was surprised. Cemal addressed İsmail hoca as “amca” (uncle). I started calling him “amca” too. “Tell me, nephew, what did you experience, what happened?” he asked. I told him everything that had happened, step by step. When I finally said, “Amca, I’ve started having thoughts of killing myself…” İsmail amca replied, “I know, nephew, they play with you like a small child, then get into your head and drive you to suicide. We’ll handle it,” he said. He called to his wife, “Dear, pour us some tea,” and asked if we were hungry. We said we weren’t. I felt very safe with the uncle. He noticed this too and smiled at me. Confidently, he said, “Okay nephew, consider this done.”

We sipped our teas. After the evening call to prayer, he said, “Let’s begin.” Closing his eyes and reciting a few prayers, he began talking to himself. I’m telling you what I heard with my own ears: “İbrahim… Yes… Yes… Okay… Go look… Handle it…” he said. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. For five minutes, the uncle said nothing. He closed his eyes again. One thing that caught my attention was this: Every time the uncle closed his eyes, his face turned bright red. Normally, if I had experienced such an event with another hoca, it would have seemed very absurd to me; I would have thought, ‘He’s definitely lying, he’s definitely going to tell tall tales,’ but because this was unlike the other hocas, I felt genuinely very comfortable inside. I didn’t judge him at all. After a certain period, the uncle opened his eyes and looked at me: “Nephew, there’s nothing wrong with you. The jinn possessing your wife tried to break you up after you got married. Because you love your wife and because you backed down in most of your arguments, meaning you continuously won your wife’s heart, they focused on you. With Allah’s permission, both you and your wife will find relief after tonight. Let your wife come home now,” he said. I had told the uncle my wife wasn’t home. I looked at him, smiled, and said, “Okay.” The uncle said, “After your wife arrives, I will come to your house and read prayers for both your wife and the house.”

I left there very happy. May Allah be pleased with the uncle. For a month, he called every day asking, “Is there any trouble?” He came to the house, read prayers for my wife and the house. I haven’t experienced any incidents for three years. May Allah bless the uncle and his helpers a thousand times over. People should be careful; there are people out there claiming to be ‘hocas’ and taking advantage of people’s vulnerabilities; don’t fall into their traps.

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