Because of My Grandfather’s Sin | A Paranormal Story
Paranormal Story | Summary: After a seizure, Esma’s soul enters a terrifying dimension where she faces unimaginable torture by a vengeful entity seeking retribution for her grandfather’s past sin, leading to a tragic end.
As night blended into day, the women of the Kahraman family had prepared the dinner table and were waiting for the men to arrive. Gülşah called out to her daughter Esma, warning her to come join them now, but it was impossible for Esma to hear her mother at that moment. Due to the severe seizure (‘sara krizi’) she was having, she was trembling violently on the floor, praying to God for someone to see her and help. It felt as if an invisible hand had grasped her heart in its palms, squeezing until her last strength was gone.
“Oh God, help me, please someone see me! I can’t take it anymore…” As she prayed these words inwardly, the seizure intensified, and saliva drooling from her mouth continued to flow down towards her throat. From what she had heard on television, if she could turn onto her side, she might have a chance of recovery, but some force prevented her from doing so. “I can’t breathe, God, help me, please!” Her body had now entered a rhythmic tremor. Esma’s vision blurred, everything around her becoming hazy.
Gülşah Hanım, seeing her daughter hadn’t come, placed the napkin in her hand on the table and started walking towards her daughter’s room, grumbling. “Oh, dear daughter, what would happen if you just came when I called you once? Always doing the opposite of what I say, always!” Reaching Esma’s door, Gülşah Hanım opened it at once and entered. The sight she encountered made her cover her mouth and scream. She immediately rushed to her daughter’s side and knelt down. Taking Esma’s head onto her lap, Gülşah Hanım, amidst tears, gently tapped her daughter’s face to wake her up while also calling out to the men of the house. She knew the men had arrived from the sound of the bell hanging on the garden’s iron gate. “Ali Bey! Mehmet! Run! Esma is lying on the floor, run!”
The men of the house, without understanding what was happening, ran fearfully towards Esma’s room upon hearing the cries. When they reached the room, faced with what they saw through the open door, they were initially unsure what to do. After a few moments, Esma’s older brother, Mehmet, quickly went to Esma’s side, picked her up in his arms, and started running towards the car. As the entire family hastily left the house to go to the hospital, Esma was in a very different world, a terrifying dimension.
Esma was awakened by snow-white flakes falling from the sky onto her face. She rubbed her eyes, trying to understand where she was, but her head hurt so much she couldn’t comprehend anything. “Where am I?” She slowly stood up and looked around. All she could see was that she was on something like a cloud. Noticing the snow falling on her, she looked down at herself and saw she was wearing a dress made of pure white tulle. There were gold embroideries on the belt of the dress. “When did I put this on? Where am I?”
As she walked slowly on the endless cloud masses, she noticed something; despite the falling snow, she didn’t feel cold. She had shouted repeatedly, but received no response from anyone. She walked, and walked, and walked… She herself didn’t know how long she had walked. Her feet had started to ache. Her body was gradually warming up. Wiping the sweat trickling down her forehead, she tried to understand why this was suddenly happening. “Mom! Dad! Brother! Where are you? I’m scared!” Just as she was about to collapse from exhaustion, dark figures suddenly began to appear around her. Some of these figures were tall, some short. Some were fat, some very thin. It was clear they hadn’t taken on a physical form, and their faces were indistinct. “Who are you? Please help me! I beg you, please!”
Ahkeran, the leader of the tribe, felt himself grow stronger witnessing Esma’s terrified state. “Fool! Soon we will make you experience the worst kind of fear! This is nothing yet!” Giving instructions to the demonic entities, Ahkeran ordered Esma to be taken to the place where her end would come. “It is time for vengeance! Seconds, milliseconds, years have passed! Now is the time for blood!” As Ahkeran savored the pleasure of the revenge he would exact, Esma was grabbed by the arm by the unseen entities and began to be dragged towards the place Ahkeran indicated. Esma’s screams and struggles were in vain; no one could hear her voice.
Thrown into a dark dungeon, Esma sat huddled, arms wrapped around her legs, helplessly waiting for what was to come. She didn’t know how many hours she had been there. “Oh God, help me, please…” Just as her tears were about to dry, the entity that suddenly appeared before her made her recoil in fear. “Oh God, protect me from the evil of the wicked, of Satan, of demons, of jinn!” Ahkeran began to approach Esma, cackling. His blood-red eyes, grayish filthy skin, and the insects emerging from his wound-covered body made him appear even more horrifying. “Time for revenge, filthy human! Time for revenge!” Ahkeran grabbed Esma’s hair with his long-nailed hands and began dragging her across the dark dungeon, throwing her from place to place, towards the torture site. In the silent dungeon, only Esma’s screams pleading for help now echoed. Hearing this sound, the demon-souled jinn began to gather, not wanting to miss the feast.
“Get the patient on the stretcher immediately! Inform Dr. Fırat!” As the hospital staff quickly placed Esma on the stretcher and rushed her towards the emergency room, Esma’s body began to suffer just like her soul. Her fever slowly rose, and cold sweat poured from her body. Dr. Fırat, sipping his coffee in his room, quickly got up upon receiving the call on his phone and ran towards the emergency room. When he reached the emergency floor, after getting the necessary information from the nurses, he began the initial treatment for Esma. The countdown for a life to be rekindled had begun…
Ahkeran threw Esma into a cage filled with hot and sharp iron bars and quickly locked the cage door. “Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?!” As Esma looked at Ahkeran with fear-filled eyes, Ahkeran looked back at Esma with eyes full of hatred and vengeance and began to explain the reason for his revenge. All the jinn gathered around listened to Ahkeran with curiosity: “Exactly 50 years ago, your great-grandfather Hasan got involved in something he never should have. He deceived my entire family and trapped them all one night, killing them! Before my father died, I promised him; I would take the life of the most precious person in the family of the man called Hasan! And that person is you, YOU!”
“Why am I paying the price for the evil my grandfather did? Don’t do this, please!” Ahkeran stared into Esma’s eyes with his blood-red gaze. Grabbing the cage’s chain, he roared with all his might: “O cursed human! I take vengeance on you and your lineage! I will drink every drop of your blood as wine!” Following these words, Ahkeran let out a terrifying laugh, gripped the chain tightly, and began slamming the cage against the ground with all his strength. Although Esma screamed and cried from the pain, it only served to further enrage Ahkeran. Being thrown against the sharp parts inside the cage, Esma’s body was covered in cuts. The deep wounds forming on her body burned every time they touched the hot iron, and the smell of burning flesh filled the entire dungeon. Just as Esma was about to pass out, Ahkeran, wanting her to suffer more, began plunging the cage into the blazing fire and pulling it out repeatedly. “Oh God, help me, please!” As Esma recited her last prayer before losing consciousness, the pain whispered in her ear that death was near. “Let your God come and save you, filthy human! If He has the power, that is!”
Dr. Fırat was utterly frozen by the sight before him. On the stretcher lay Esma, her body covered in massive, deep wounds, and the blood within the wounds was literally boiling like water, bubbling furiously. “Doctor, what are we going to do?” Looking fearfully at Nurse Melek, Dr. Fırat tried to moisten his dry throat with saliva. “I don’t know, Nurse Melek… This is the first time in my life I’ve encountered such savagery!” As Esma burned to ashes from within, various types of insects, non-existent in this world, began to emerge from her wounds, her mouth, her nostrils. As these insects exited Esma’s body, they ate her flesh alive. Nurse Melek screamed and fainted upon seeing the insects. Dr. Fırat, nauseated by the stench, vomited where he stood, after which his vision blackened, and he fainted like Nurse Melek.
As Esma’s body burned fiercely, her soul, unable to bear the pain any longer, prayed for Azrael, the Angel of Death, to come and deliver her from this torment. But she didn’t know that Ahkeran had condemned her soul to this agony for eternity.
Attracted by the smell of burning flesh and dense smoke filling the hospital, staff members rushed into the room. They quickly extinguished Esma’s burning body with fire extinguishers and carried Nurse Melek and Dr. Fırat out of the room to the emergency care.
A day or two later, as Esma’s ashen remains were being buried, her devastated family stood by the grave, waiting for the burial rites to conclude. As the hodja continued reciting the prayer, Esma’s brother cast the first handful of soil onto her. At that very moment, a scream only audible to those in their graves and demonic entities rose up. This scream belonged to Esma.
The Almighty God created jinn and us humans to worship Him. And He separated both realms, forbidding jinn from contacting humans and humans from contacting jinn. If a being from one of these two realms harms another, knowingly or unknowingly, the method of ‘kısasa kısas’ (retribution in kind) is permitted. Therefore, no matter what, do not harm any living being. Otherwise, one day, you will receive retribution for what you have done.
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