Secrets of the Jinn Master | Horror Story

Horror Story | The village’s mysterious jinn master teaches young Mehmet the ancient secrets of communicating with jinn. Mehmet faces a difficult test against dark forces with his new knowledge and charts his own path.

It was approaching midnight, and the darkness descending upon the village seemed to prevent even the stars in the sky from shining. The howling wind passed through the rotten planks of the old village houses, moaning like a kind of lament, and an eerie silence prevailed. This village had been keeping a secret for years: the dark secrets of the jinn master (cinci hoca).

My name is Mehmet. I have been living in this village, inherited from my grandfather, for a long time. The stories told since my childhood have always frightened me and, equally, fascinated me. My late grandfather was an old imam and known as the spiritual protector of the village. However, not even he was fully aware of the jinn master’s secret.

The jinn master was an old man living in the village; known for his long white beard, a face full of deep lines, and eyes that seemed to know everything. People said different things about him. Some said he was a healer who communicated with jinn to cure the sick, while others claimed he performed dark magic and afflicted the villagers with jinn.

One day, rumors flared up again when Ayşe, a young girl from the village, suddenly fell ill. Ayşe had started having terrible nightmares at night and would wake up screaming from her sleep every night. Her family took her to the doctor, but the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. The girl’s condition worsened progressively, and the villagers thought they had no choice but to seek the jinn master’s help.

Ayşe’s father took his daughter to the jinn master’s house. The old man invited them in and quietly sat beside the girl. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then he opened his eyes and said, “There is a dark entity inside this girl. We will need to perform a special ritual to get it out.”

The next day, a large ceremony was held in the village square. The jinn master appeared, holding an old Quran. Ayşe’s family and the villagers watched him with fear but also hope. The master placed his hand on the girl’s head and began reciting prayers loudly. Simultaneously, howls rose from all corners of the village, and the wind grew stronger; it was as if nature itself was watching this dark ceremony. The master’s voice grew louder, the words seemingly penetrating the villagers’ souls. Suddenly, Ayşe’s body began to shake violently, her eyes rolled back white, and incomprehensible words spilled from her mouth. The jinn master continued to recite louder, passing his prayer beads over the girl. Finally, Ayşe let out a scream, and her body calmed down.

The villagers held their breath. The master stroked the girl’s head and said, “It’s done. She is free now. This girl has been saved from the darkness.” Ayşe’s family thanked the master with tears of joy and took her home. However, this incident increased the fear in the village even more. Because everyone was aware of the jinn master’s power and did not know how deep his dark secrets were. The same question was on everyone’s mind: Could the master really control the jinn, or was he merely directing them?

As time passed, the people in the village became more curious about the jinn master’s dark secrets. But no one dared to uncover these secrets; until the day my curiosity and fearlessness led me to his door.

At midnight, I was walking alone through the dark streets of the village. I couldn’t stop my steps from quickening as I headed towards the jinn master’s house. My heart was beating like crazy, but my curiosity overcame my fear. I had wanted to unravel his secret since childhood. That night, I was determined to learn it.

The master’s house was outside the village, at the end of a narrow path leading into the depths of the forest. As I walked along the path, the howls and shadows coming from among the trees made me even more uneasy. Finally, I arrived in front of a small, old hut. I stood before the door and took a deep breath. I hesitated for a moment before knocking, but then gathered my courage and knocked three times. An old, raspy voice came from inside: “Come in!”

I opened the door and stepped inside. It was gloomier inside than outside. Dim light deepened the shadows in the corners of the room. The master sat in the middle of the room on an old rug, busy with an ancient book in front of him. He lifted his head and studied me. The wisdom and depth in his eyes pinned me to the spot. “Mehmet,” he said calmly. “It’s not surprising to see you here.”

Astonished, I asked, “Do you know me?”

The master smiled. “Is it possible for me not to know anyone in the village? Besides, your curiosity brought you here. I heard a lot about you from your grandfather.”

Hearing my grandfather’s name gave me a sense of relief. “My grandfather used to tell me things about you, but it always felt incomplete. Can you really control the jinn?” I asked.

The master took a deep breath and closed his books. “Jinn live in the same world as us, but in a different dimension. Communicating with them doesn’t mean controlling them. It means understanding them, speaking their language. This carries great responsibility and danger.”

My curiosity grew even more. “How did you save Ayşe? What was the jinn inside her?”

The master looked at me with a dark expression. “There was an entity inside Ayşe that wanted to harm her. These entities watch for people’s weak moments and infiltrate their souls. Removing them is possible not only with knowledge and power but also with faith and prayers.” There was silence for a moment. The master leaned towards me and spoke as if whispering: “Do you want to learn too?”

I was stunned by this offer. Was the master going to teach me his secrets about the jinn? My curiosity overcame my fear, and I nodded in acceptance. “Yes, I want to learn,” I said.

The master paused for a moment and then handed me an old book. The cover had Arabic inscriptions and symbols. “This book contains very ancient knowledge about jinn and magic. But you must be careful; if this knowledge is not used correctly, it can lead to great disasters.” I took the book and flipped through its pages. The writings and drawings inside seemed foreign and frightening to me. The master looked at me and continued: “Tonight, we will perform a ritual together. This ritual will show you how to communicate with the jinn. But remember, this power can consume you. Are you ready?”

My heart started beating fast. This was going to be the biggest adventure of my life. “I’m ready,” I said with determination.

The master lit a candle and drew a circle in the middle of the room. He began reciting prayers and sat me inside the circle. He told me to open the book in my hand and read from a specific page. I did exactly as he said. As the words left my mouth, the air inside the room began to change. A cold wind blew, and the shadows deepened. Suddenly, an entity appeared in the room. Its eyes glowed like fire, and the air around it vibrated.

The master calmly looked at the entity and began to speak: “I summoned you because this young man wants to talk to you. You will answer his questions without harming him,” he said.

The entity turned to me and spoke in a deep voice: “What do you want, son of man?”

Words stuck in my throat, but gathering my courage, I asked: “I am curious about the world of jinn. How can you harm us?”

The entity made a sound like a chuckle. “We feed on your fears. We watch for your weak moments and infiltrate your souls. But we are not always evil; sometimes we come to help too.”

This answer surprised me. I thought that everything we knew about jinn might be wrong. “So, can we live in peace with you?” I asked.

The entity looked at me seriously. “Peace depends on the intention of both sides. But remember, every being thinks of its own interests. You must be careful.”

These answers confused me but also increased my curiosity. The master ended the ritual and sent the entity back. Confused by what I had learned that night, I returned home. The next day, I went back to the master’s place and tried to digest the information I had learned. Every day I learned new rituals and prayers. The jinn master’s secrets had now become my secrets. But the responsibility and danger that came with these secrets affected every moment of my life.

Months passed, and I had now learned how to communicate with jinn and how to potentially guide them. However, there hadn’t been a serious incident requiring me to use this knowledge; until that day.

Hasan amca, an old village resident, suddenly fell ill one night and started exhibiting strange behaviors. His eyes constantly stared into space, and he muttered meaningless words. Hasan amca’s family took him to the jinn master, but this time the master asked me to come along too. When we arrived at Hasan amca’s house, a dense darkness could be felt inside. The master turned to me and said, “Tonight is the time to use what you have learned. The entity inside Hasan is very powerful; we will work together to remove it.”

The ritual began, and the master started reciting prayers at Hasan amca’s head. I repeated what he said. Suddenly, Hasan amca’s body started shaking, and his eyes rolled back white. The entity inside him was trying to communicate with us. The master looked at me and said, “Now, you speak.” I took a deep breath and addressed the entity: “We will remove you from here. You must leave without harming Hasan.”

The entity spoke with anger and a deep voice: “You cannot remove me from here! This body is mine!”

These words increased my fear, but I didn’t give up. I continued reciting the prayers the master had taught me loudly. After a while, the entity grew weaker, and finally, Hasan amca’s body calmed down. The entity left the body accompanied by the master’s prayers and disappeared. When Hasan amca opened his eyes, he had returned to normal. His family thanked us with tears of joy and hugged the master and me.

When we returned to the master’s house that night, he turned to me and said, “Your path is clear now. You can help people with what you have learned. But remember, you must always be careful and bear the responsibility of knowledge.”

From that day on, people in the village started seeking my help as well. With the guidance and teachings of the jinn master, I helped alleviate the troubles of many people. However, during this time, I also learned that I needed to discover my own secrets and fears.

One night, during a period when everything seemed calm, an unexpected visitor appeared in the village. He was a stranger, tall, dark-skinned, with a deep sadness in his eyes. His name was Ahmet, and he said he came from a nearby village. Ahmet had heard of our village’s reputation and specifically learned about the abilities of the jinn master and me. According to him, strange events had started happening in his own village. People were hearing incomprehensible noises at night, objects were found moved, and some were having nightmares. Ahmet was afraid these events were increasing and asked for our help.

We discussed the situation with the master. What Ahmet described wasn’t much different from what we had encountered before, but this time it was clear that the events affected a wide area. The master suggested that I should go to resolve this situation. “The time has come,” he said. “You have the knowledge and courage to handle this. This will be a test for you.”

I set off with Ahmet. When we arrived at his village, I felt that the atmosphere there was indeed gloomy and eerie. Fear and anxiety were on people’s faces. In the village square, guided by Ahmet, we gathered with the villagers and listened to their stories to better understand the situation. Most talked about the sounds they heard at night and the nightmares they saw. One woman said her son was constantly muttering things and had a strange emptiness in his eyes.

I decided to see this child first. We entered the house Ahmet showed us. When I entered the child’s bedroom, I found him sitting on his bed. He was a small child, but there was great fear in his eyes. I approached him and quietly began to recite prayers. The child’s eyes flickered for a moment and then returned to normal. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” he whispered. I shook my head and tried to smile, “No, I won’t hurt you. I just came to help,” I said. The child relaxed a little and slowly fell asleep. His condition strengthened my resolve even more. I had to understand what was happening in this village and solve it.

The next day, we started reciting prayers with the villagers and created protection circles around the houses. Using the methods taught by the master, I placed talismans all around the village to reduce the influence of the jinn. However, this was only a temporary solution. I needed to find out why the jinn were so active and how they could be stopped completely.

I asked Ahmet if there were any known old or cursed places in the village. Ahmet thought for a moment. “Actually, there is a place,” he said quietly. “An old cave outside the village. I heard strange things used to happen there. Maybe we can find something there.”

As we walked towards the cave, the air was cold and gloomy. When we entered, we saw ancient symbols and writings on the cave walls. These writings resembled the symbols I had seen in the master’s books before. As we moved deeper into the cave, I began to feel a strange energy, as if a dark entity was watching us. Suddenly, at the deepest point of the cave, we reached a large stone altar. Ancient Arabic inscriptions and symbols were carved onto the stone.

“What is this, Ahmet?” he asked.

“This is a seal,” I said. “A seal that traps jinn here. But somehow this seal must have been broken.”

I started reciting prayers around the seal, and Ahmet helped me too. As our prayers rose, the air inside the cave began to change. The symbols on the stone started to glow, and suddenly, with the sound of a loud explosion, the seal closed again. The dark energy we felt in the cave disappeared.

When we returned to the village, the anxiety and fear on people’s faces had given way to peace. The influence of the jinn was gone, and the villagers began to return to their normal lives. Ahmet thanked me, saying, “You saved our village.”

This experience had been a great test for me and also a learning process. I understood once again how important it is to always be careful and responsible in the world of jinn and magic. The teachings and guidance of the jinn master had enabled me to find my way in this dark world.

When I returned to my own village, the master met me at the door. There was an expression of pride and satisfaction in his eyes. “You succeeded,” he said. “Now you can move forward on your own path.”

From that day on, I continued to help many people in my village and the surrounding villages. It became my duty to eliminate the influence of jinn and dark entities and bring peace to people. But the teachings and guidance of the jinn master were always in my mind, because in this dark world, knowledge and faith were our greatest weapons.

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