Jinn Trap | Horror Story

Horror Story | A young man, thinking he speaks with the forest spirit, learns his family’s protective legacy. But ancient secrets hide a jinn trap that has ensnared the village.

I was always a quiet, calm child. Maybe that’s why what happened to me that night came so lightly and insidiously, perhaps only audible to me. Back then, next to the village house where I lived with my grandfather, there were endless fields and deep forests. The area was full of old legends and secrets buried in the earth. But back then, I didn’t think these secrets could be real. Realizing I was wrong began on one of those long summer nights.

That evening before bed, we were sitting by my grandfather’s wood stove. His eyes were closed with the weight of years, but he wasn’t asleep; he was lost in deep thought. I was in the corner of the room, reading a large book. The book told old stories: frightening tales about forests, nights, and beings living in the depths of the forests. The things my grandfather occasionally mumbled intertwined with the book’s stories, blurring the line between reality and fairy tale.

When I got into bed that night, the moonlight filtering through the window illuminated my room. As I closed my tired eyes and the weight of sleep slowly enveloped me, I heard a sound coming from far outside. At first, I thought it was the howling of the wind, but then I realized it was something much different, much older than the wind could carry. I listened intently. I felt this whisper-like sound turning into words. Although I couldn’t understand them, the tone of the voice seemed both pleading and commanding.

I got out of bed to discover the source of the voice. I quietly put on my shoes and opened the door to my room. The corridor was silent; apart from my grandfather’s snoring, there was no other sound in the house. I started descending the stairs slowly. Even the creaking of the stairs didn’t seem as loud as this mystical sound blending into the night.

When I opened the door, the cool summer air hit my face. The sky was full of stars, each star shining like an eye. I walked towards the middle of the garden. As my bare feet moved over the grass, the sound became increasingly clear. Looking towards the forest, I saw a faint greenish light glowing in the darkness. The air around the light seemed to vibrate. I felt drawn towards the forest. Everything was silent except for the sound of my steps.

As I moved among the trees, the air grew colder, the darkness around me deepened. After a while, I felt I was getting closer to the source of the sound. The light was now right in front of me, shimmering at the base of a tree. As I approached, a silhouette began to emerge within the light. It was a being resembling neither human nor animal. It slowly bent towards me, extending its long, thin fingers towards me. Words whispered from its lips in an incomprehensible language: “You found me. I am with you now.” The voice was no longer in my dreams, but right in front of me, tangible and real. And this was just the beginning.

When I saw the entity’s hand slowly reaching towards me, I froze. I had neither the courage to run nor the strength to move. But something seemed to hold me there; an ancient power hidden within that green glow. “Who… Who are you?” I stammered. My voice was barely more than a trembling whisper.

The entity didn’t answer, but the light around it intensified. Its eyes were as deep and full of secrets as the forest’s darkest depths. Suddenly, my grandfather’s stories came to mind: the spirit of the forest, the protector of our village, and also its judge. Could this be the entity before me?

“Friend,” the entity whispered. Its voice was like nature itself, both calm and chilling. “It has been a long time since humans forgot me,” it said.

I didn’t know why I was there or what I should do, but somehow I felt a connection to this being. I decided to continue talking to it. “Why me? Why now?” I asked.

The entity moved slightly within the light, as natural and fluid as the wind itself. “You are the bridge between the past and the future. What calls you is your own blood.”

The words spun in my head. I had never discussed these matters with my grandfather before. Were there secrets my family hadn’t told me? The entity slowly withdrew its hand, and the green light became slightly brighter. “Your duty is to protect. You must protect the forest, the people, and the balance between you.”

A strange courage arose within me at these words. Perhaps this was the destiny my grandfather had mentioned. “But how?” I asked.

“You must be ready to learn the mysteries,” the entity said, and then the green light dispersed like smoke, and it vanished.

When I was left alone in the forest, the silence felt heavier than ever before. Every leaf, every branch around me seemed to be looking at me, talking to me. As I walked back home from the forest that night, I felt a new responsibility with every step. My grandfather’s stories were no longer just tales, but the realities I would live.

The next day, when I told my grandfather about my experience, a worried expression appeared on his face. “I was expecting this,” he said in a serious tone. “And now, there is much I need to teach you.”

This unexpected inheritance had pulled me from the quiet life in the village into the world of ancient secrets and supernatural beings. I never forgot the night it all began because that night was the first of the events that would shape the rest of my life. And now, I was ready to embark on this new journey with my grandfather.

The days spent with my grandfather turned into a completely different training process. It was filled with long lessons starting early in the morning and lasting until midnight, research, and rituals to be performed in the forest. My grandfather explained that he had similar experiences in his youth and that our family had actually undertaken this duty for generations. “Our lineage served as a bridge between the village and the forest. We fulfilled the mission of maintaining the delicate balance between the natural world and the human world,” he said.

My grandfather’s old diary contained detailed drawings of our village and the surrounding forest areas. “The entity you saw is the spirit of the forest. It is the protector of this region. But remember, just as there is protection under every guardian, there are also dangers.” My grandfather provided me with information about old books, talismans, and rituals to help me understand why the forest spirit contacted me and why this knowledge was being passed down to me now. Each piece of information drew me into deeper curiosity.

One afternoon, my grandfather and I walked towards the heart of the forest. Along the way, we talked about the different plants, trees of the forest, and their importance to our village. Pointing to a large oak tree, my grandfather said, “Every plant, every tree is here for a purpose. And your duty is to understand and protect these purposes.”

Our walk continued towards a less frequented part of the forest. This was an area filled with secrets and old stories, rarely visited by other villagers. My grandfather said this area was also where the spirit of the forest was felt most strongly. “Be careful here,” he said with a serious expression. “The forest is older and wiser here. And remember, all wisdom brings its own burden.”

As these words echoed in my mind, my grandfather sat down by the roots of an ancient tree and motioned for me to join him. From where we sat, we could get a view looking into the depths of the forest. Squinting my eyes and looking into the forest, I saw a light breeze rustling the leaves; it was as if the forest was talking to me. As my grandfather closed his eyes, he said, “Listen to what the forest will teach you, and remember. True power lies in knowledge and understanding.”

During the hours we spent in the forest that day, my grandfather taught me how to meditate, feel natural energies, and how to be in harmony with them. Every lesson, every word bound me more closely to this ancient and mysterious world. And with each passing day, I found more courage to accept these new responsibilities. This training process confronted me not only with the spirit of the forest but also with myself.

However, all this knowledge and my experiences also whispered to me of a greater danger lurking in the depths of the forest. My grandfather hadn’t mentioned this danger, but I could feel it through the dark shadows and whispers I saw in my dreams every night. Something was telling me that the balance was about to be broken, and I was ready to do whatever it took to stop this threat.

As days went by, guided by my grandfather’s teachings, I ventured deeper into the forest. With every step, wandering among the trees firmly rooted in the earth, I tried to listen to their silent wisdom. But at the same time, the unease within me grew. My dreams became increasingly complex and dark. The shadows I saw during sleep felt as if they were following me even when I was awake.

One evening, I shared these concerns with my grandfather. With an anxious tremor in my voice, I said, “Grandpa, there are dark shadows in my dreams. They seem to be trying to tell me something. Is this normal?”

My grandfather looked at me with a meaningful expression. “Dreams often carry messages from the depths of our soul, and in your case, these messages might be even more significant. As your bond with the spirit of the forest strengthens, you may begin to see its darker side too,” he said.

That night, my grandfather’s words kept spinning in my head. Before sleeping, I wondered if I was ready to face the dark side of the forest. As I fell asleep, my dreams were again filled with dark and complex stories, just as I expected. But this time, instead of running away from these shadow-filled dreams, I decided to approach them.

In my dream, I was walking towards the darkest part of the forest. With every step, mists rising from the ground enveloped my feet. Shadows danced around me, trying to pull me deeper with whispers. My heart was beating fast, but at the same time, I felt a determination within me to face this darkness.

Finally, I reached a clearing in my dream. This was a place shaded by an ancient oak tree, where sunlight rarely reached even during the day. The shadows had gathered here, seemingly holding some sort of meeting. As I approached, a figure began to emerge among them. This figure was different from the spirit of the forest, more humanoid, but equally dark and mysterious.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice firmer this time.

The figure raised its head with a long, slow movement. Its face was shrouded in darkness, but its eyes shone with deep meaning. “I am the spirit of your fears, your anxieties, and your doubts,” it said. Its voice was both soothing and chilling. “We need to talk.”

This encounter with the dark figure was a turning point for me. From that moment on, I started making more effort to understand my dreams and the dark side of the forest. As I discussed these new encounters with my grandfather, he explained that the forest was not just a place to be protected, but also an arena where we had to confront our inner fears.

Armed with this knowledge, I began to see every encounter within the forest as an opportunity to improve myself and become a stronger protector. And in this process, I continued to gather the strength and wisdom needed to maintain the balance between my village and the forest. With every step, I moved forward with my grandfather by my side, guided by the wisdom of the past and the hope of the future.

After that encounter in the depths of the forest, my thoughts and feelings became increasingly complex. While confronting my own inner fears and doubts, I also felt a greater responsibility to maintain the balance between my village and the forest. My grandfather guided me through this process, offering his wisdom and experience.

One day, my grandfather called me to his side. He held an old, dusty book. “This book is a secret protected by our family for generations. Now it’s time to share this knowledge with you,” he said. The pages of the book contained various rituals, talismans, and stories related to the past of the forest and our village. Each carried wisdom from the depths of time.

That evening, my grandfather and I carefully examined the pages of the book. One ritual particularly caught my attention. This ritual aimed to establish a deep connection with the spirit of the forest and banish the dark forces looming over our village. “We need to perform this ritual,” my grandfather said with a serious expression. “Only then can we protect our village from the dangers that await.”

The next day, my grandfather and I set out for the heart of the forest. The place where we would perform the ritual was the oldest and most sacred area of the forest. “This ritual will awaken the sleeping powers of the forest,” my grandfather said. “You must be ready, because these powers can be both healing and destructive.”

When we reached our destination, the sun was about to set. We prepared the necessary materials for the ritual: various herbs, stones, and ancient symbols… Each held a special meaning and would allow us to communicate with the spirit of the forest. Before starting the ritual, my grandfather looked me in the eye one last time. “Be ready to face your fears during this ritual,” he said. “The spirits of the forest might reveal your deepest fears.”

As we began the ritual, the atmosphere around us started to change. The wind began to whisper around us, and the herbs started glowing as if they were on fire. The sky darkened, and suddenly an ancient and powerful voice was heard from the depths of the forest. As this voice rose towards me, all my fears and anxieties surfaced. The voice reminded me of all the pains and fears of my past. However, within this voice, there was also a glimmer of hope and the possibility of renewal.

Through the power of the ritual, I began to confront and resolve the fears and doubts within me. The process was painful but also enlightening. When the ritual ended, I felt changed, both physically and spiritually. My bond with the forest and my village had strengthened.

On the way back, my grandfather looked at me with pride. “Now you have become a true protector,” he said. “You possess the strength and knowledge needed to maintain the balance between our village and the forest.”

This experience led me to form a deeper connection with my village and nature. I was now ready to fulfill my duties as the protector of our village and the forest more consciously and decisively. But I also knew that this was not the end of the journey, but a new beginning. I would continue to learn new secrets and stories from the depths of the forest every day.

The days following the ritual were a period of transformation for me. Renewed physically and spiritually, I was in harmony with my village and nature like never before. My grandfather and I began looking for ways to share this new energy with the other residents of the village. This was part of my duty as a protector: to maintain the balance between our village and nature and to pass this knowledge down through generations.

One evening, my grandfather and I organized a meeting in the village square. All the villagers were there. Amidst the laughter of children and the wise gazes of the elders, I could feel the community spirit of the village. At the beginning of the meeting, my grandfather spoke about the history of our village and the forest, and then asked me to share my experiences. Speaking in front of the villagers was difficult at first, but having my grandfather beside me gave me strength. “Dear friends,” I began. “Like me, you are part of this land, and our duty is to protect this land and respect it.”

The villagers listened intently to my words. I could see both curiosity and understanding in their faces. After the meeting, a few villagers came up to me and shared their own stories and experiences related to the forest. Each story reaffirmed how intertwined our community was with nature. These stories further strengthened my belief in my duty.

As days went by, I started building closer relationships with everyone in the village. I taught the children about the importance of the forest, showed the youth conservation techniques, and the elders shared their knowledge from the past with me. This exchange of knowledge made both me and our village stronger.

One night, under the new moon, we held a small ceremony at the edge of the forest. It was both a ceremony of gratitude and renewal. During the ceremony, I experienced that familiar feeling again; a faint whisper in my ears, a flicker of light before my eyes. When I told my grandfather about this, a trace of concern appeared on his face. “We must heed this call,” my grandfather said gravely. “Perhaps the forest is facing a new danger, or perhaps it has new things it wants to teach you.”

Just as we were about to respond to this call, something happened. The imam, who had been appointed to our village a few months earlier, became suspicious of something and had called for help. They performed some procedures on me, my grandfather, and all the villagers. According to what they told us later, our village was under a serious musallat (spiritual affliction/haunting). What we knew as the “spirit of the forest” was actually a tribe of jinn that had held our village under its influence for years, leading us away from Allah and towards shirk (associating partners with God). It was as if we had all awakened from a hypnosis. When the religious scholars finished their work, we all repented and asked for forgiveness.

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