Black Magic and Lost Love | A True Horror Story
True Horror Story: The tragic story of Muhsin who resorted to magic to win his love in a Kırşehir village. The sorcerer’s betrayal, jinn possession, terrifying events, and lifelong destruction.
Hello everyone, I’m Sedat. I’m going to tell you about an event that happened in a village in Kırşehir in the 1970s. I heard this incident from our elders. Since telling it exactly as I heard it from them would be short, I chose to elaborate by fictionalizing it, but I want you to know that what I’m about to tell is entirely true. To help you understand better, I’ll start by narrating the events from my grandfather’s perspective.
My Grandfather Musa Narrates:
My name is Musa, and back then, I was a young man of 24-25 years old. We made our living through farming, getting by on our own means. As you know, people used to marry young back then. I got married when I was just 17 and had two children by the time I was 24.
I had two very close friends: Mustafa and Muhsin. Mustafa, like me, had married young, but Muhsin was single. Muhsin had loved a girl named Bahar since childhood. Muhsin’s late father, Yusuf uncle, and Bahar’s father, İlyas uncle, were enemies due to land disputes. When Yusuf uncle passed away, Muhsin was just a 13-year-old boy.
Over time, Muhsin and Bahar’s friendship turned into a romantic relationship, and they wanted to get married. However, Bahar’s father, İlyas uncle, was strictly against this marriage. Over the years, they went to ask for the girl’s hand three times but were rejected each time. The last time they went, Muhsin was 24 and Bahar was 20. During this time, other suitors had also approached Bahar, but she somehow found ways to turn them down.
Lately, Muhsin was very troubled; he never smiled, wandering around like a living dead. One day, we three close friends met and started talking. “Muhsin, my dear brother,” I said, “I understand this situation is difficult. You love each other very much, but your union seems very difficult. Should you perhaps elope with the girl?” Muhsin sighed deeply and said, “Don’t you think I’ve considered it? Bahar keeps saying it can’t happen without her parents’ consent. I’m at a loss about what to do.”
Mustafa chimed in, “I know a way, but…” and paused. From his expression, I understood he wasn’t sure whether to say it or not. Muhsin, fully attentive, asked, “Speak up, Mustafa! But what?”
Mustafa continued with hesitant looks: “While talking to relatives in the next village, they mentioned a man who recently moved there. He’s a strange man, didn’t introduce himself much at first. The villagers got suspicious and started following him. The man goes into the forest at certain hours and collects various plants. They later found out the man is actually a relative of someone in the village, knowledgeable in matters of magic (büyü). His relative couldn’t have children and asked him for help. He wanted to change his place of residence anyway, so he came and settled in the village.”
“So?” Muhsin prompted. Mustafa nudged him, “Yes, so? What are you trying to say, Mustafa? Get to the point.”
Mustafa continued: “Maybe you should seek help from this man? Perhaps you can make them consent to give her willingly through magic…”
Muhsin’s face lit up for the first time in a long while. He jumped up, hugged and kissed Mustafa. “You saved my life, Mustafa! This is it!” he said and ran off without another word. We later learned he went to talk to Bahar. Bahar initially objected, of course, but Muhsin’s sweet talk prevailed; he convinced her by saying it would be an innocent, small spell done for a good cause. When he came back to us a few hours later, he told us this, smiling. Turning to Mustafa, he said, “Mustafa, you inform your relatives; tomorrow we’ll go and sort this out.”
I didn’t look kindly upon this magic business; it’s forbidden in our religion. Even though I said, “Don’t do it,” they wouldn’t listen. Moreover, I received my share of Muhsin’s harsh glares.
The next day, taking Bahar along, the four of us made our way to the village Mustafa mentioned. We arrived at the sorcerer’s (büyücü) house at the appointed time. From the moment he opened the door, I didn’t trust the man. To put it mildly, he had an unpleasant face. He invited us inside and seated us in the room at the end of the narrow corridor. A few minutes later, he came with a tray of tea, served us, then sat opposite us and asked, “What can I do for you?”
Muhsin took the floor and explained his predicament. The man listened to Muhsin on one hand, while stroking his long black beard and glancing at Bahar from under his brows on the other. Bahar, likely uncomfortable with the man’s gaze, had turned her head to the window and was looking outside. While I was undecided about intervening, Muhsin finished speaking, and the sorcerer spoke: “I can perform a spell for the girl’s family to consent, but everything has a price. I want a certain amount of gold from you. If you agree, I will need a few things belonging to Bahar’s family for the spell; things like strands of hair… When you have prepared what I ask, come back,” he said.
Muhsin accepted the sorcerer’s demand without hesitation. As the man saw us off, his disturbing glances at Bahar continued. When we got outside, I told Muhsin, “I didn’t trust this man at all; even the way he looks at Bahar is strange. I think you should give up on this.” Muhsin, whose eyes were sparkling with joy, suddenly burst into anger upon hearing these words and shouted at me: “I’ve waited for years for the moment we could be together! Now that I have the chance, you’re trying to interfere! Don’t slander the man; I won’t allow it!” “Don’t be foolish, the man’s intentions are bad, I’m telling you!” The moment I finished my sentence, Muhsin punched me in the face. “May God punish you, Muhsin!” I said, swallowing the punch and walking away. It wasn’t normal for him to react so strongly. I didn’t speak to Muhsin again after that day. Although Mustafa tried to reconcile us several times, I paid no heed.
I later learned that the sorcerer had coveted Bahar and had one of the jinn he contracted with possess Muhsin even before they left the house. The reason for his sudden reaction was the jinn whispering insidious thoughts (vesvese) to Muhsin.
Mustafa Narrates:
The punch Muhsin threw at Musa was completely unnecessary. Why did he react so extremely? I was hesitant about mentioning this sorcerer to Muhsin; it slipped out suddenly, and I deeply regretted doing it. Anyway, what’s done is done. But Musa was right; the sorcerer’s glances at Bahar had caught my attention too. Unfortunately, since I was the intermediary, I couldn’t say anything.
After this incident, we went our separate ways. Muhsin and Bahar were to prepare the necessary materials for the spell. The next day, we met again to go to the sorcerer’s house to finish the job, but this time we were one person short. Even though I went to Musa and asked him to be lenient, saying Muhsin was confused, it was no use; he was deeply hurt.
When we arrived at the sorcerer’s house, the man had made his preparations. In the middle, there was a copper bowl, 3 candles, several types of dried herbs, and animal offal. The room smelled disgusting; all the smells were mixed together. The sorcerer looked at Muhsin and Bahar and asked, “Did you bring the materials I requested and the gold?” Muhsin handed the sorcerer a pouch with some gold, while Bahar handed over items belonging to her parents and strands of hair wrapped in a cloth. As the sorcerer took what was offered, a sly smile appeared on his face. First, he poured some water into the copper bowl and arranged the candles around the bowl in a triangle shape. Then, taking a knife, he said he needed to take a few drops of blood from Bahar’s hand. Bahar was frightened upon seeing the knife. “I will never let you cut my hand!” she said, hiding her hands behind her back. Although Muhsin insisted, she wouldn’t budge and finally agreed only to have her finger pricked with a needle. After a few drops of blood were dripped into the boiling water, it was time for the herbs and animal offal. The sorcerer whispered things in a language we didn’t understand and added them too. Then, taking a pen, he wrote some symbols and words in a strange language on something resembling leather, folded it into a triangle, and sewed it with a needle and thread. Then he took out a second piece of leather and repeated the process. Handing what we assumed were amulets (muska) to Bahar, he said, “Take these. Hide the one sewn with red thread somewhere no one in the house can find. Wear the other one around your neck and never take it off.” Bahar’s hands trembled as she reached for the amulets; it was clear this affair excited her. When Muhsin joyfully hugged Bahar, the sorcerer cleared his throat, interrupting: “Alright, stop hugging now; you’ll be married soon anyway. Now go, do what I said immediately. Go ask for the girl’s hand in three days,” he said. Muhsin jumped up, made a move to kiss the sorcerer’s hand, and after thanking him, we left the house.
As soon as we left the house, something came over Bahar; her movements were very strange. She kept looking back until she got on the tractor. She didn’t talk much during the journey; she didn’t seem happy either. Muhsin, however, couldn’t contain his joy.
There was a spot by the stream where Muhsin and Bahar met every day at the same time. The next day, he went and waited for an hour, but Bahar didn’t come. This continued for two days; Bahar was still nowhere to be seen. Muhsin started watching Bahar’s house, but Bahar wasn’t among those entering or leaving. He couldn’t bring himself to ask her family out of fear.
At the end of the third day, thinking the spell must have taken effect, he gathered his courage, took his mother and me with him, and went to Bahar’s house to ask for her hand. İlyas uncle opened the door. Seeing Muhsin, he got angry and shouted, “You again, damn it! Didn’t I tell you not to let me see you again?” Muhsin’s disappointment was evident on his face. “There’s something wrong here,” he said, grabbing İlyas uncle’s hands raised to strike him, “Bahar? Where is Bahar?” Bahar’s mother, Ayşe auntie, peeked from behind İlyas uncle and said, “Forget Bahar! Bahar got married; she’s no good for you!” Muhsin staggered back, “What do you mean married? How could she marry?” and collapsed on the spot. He held his temples, staring blankly into space. I barely managed to calm İlyas uncle and get him inside, then helped Muhsin up and led him away.
When I got home, I asked my wife Fatma to go to Bahar’s house and find out the truth. Fatma wasn’t very close friends with Bahar but could be considered an acquaintance. She entered Bahar’s house and came out 10 minutes later. She came to me and said, “Bahar packed a suitcase three days ago. In the evening, she told her family she was marrying a man named İsmail from the next village and would live there from now on. She left early in the morning. The strange thing is, her family reacted as if it were normal; the household’s demeanor wasn’t right at all, they just stared blankly.”
İsmail was the name of the sorcerer we went to! So, our fears came true. That scoundrel sorcerer had performed the spell differently. Musa was right not to trust him; Muhsin had blamed me unjustly. I didn’t know what to do. After dropping Fatma home, I went to Musa’s house and knocked on his door to seek advice.
My Grandfather Musa Narrates:
My anger towards Muhsin hadn’t subsided yet, but on the other hand, I was curious about what they had done and how this would end. While sitting at home drinking my tea, there was a harsh knock on the door. My wife came out of the kitchen and asked, “Musa, calm down! Who is this banging on our door like a debt collector?” “We’ll find out now, dear, you stay back a bit,” I said and went to the door. When I opened it, Mustafa stood there, pale as a ghost. “What’s wrong, Mustafa? What’s this state you’re in?” I asked. He looked like he had been running. Placing his hands on his knees, panting heavily, he spoke: “Musa, something terrible happened! Come to the porch, let’s talk,” he said. “You go ahead, I’ll pour some tea and come,” I replied. I poured the tea, went outside, and sat down next to Mustafa, who was waiting on the porch. “What is it, brother? Tell me,” I said.
“It’s about Muhsin, brother…” The moment I heard Muhsin’s name, I said, “Muhsin again! Don’t insist, brother, I won’t deal with him anymore.” “No, Musa, I didn’t come to reconcile you, just listen!” he pleaded. “Okay, tell me then,” I said, listening intently.
Mustafa explained: “You were right. Bahar left home saying she was going to marry the sorcerer. From what I understand, the sorcerer coveted Bahar and used the spell he performed to make her fall in love with him. The spell he told her to hide at home must have affected her family too, as they let her leave without any reaction. Muhsin found out about this; he was devastated last I saw him. Who knows what state he’s in now? This is no time for grudges; a true friend stands by you in times like these. Let’s go, let’s not leave Muhsin alone, brother,” he said.
Mustafa was right; a friend in need is a friend indeed. I thought about how upset Muhsin must be, and the ice in my heart melted. We quickly went to Muhsin’s house. Muhsin’s mother opened the door. “Salam Alaikum, Hacer auntie, we were looking for Muhsin,” I said. Hacer auntie looked worried. “Muhsin isn’t home, son. When we went to ask for the girl’s hand, they said Bahar got married. Mustafa was with us; he must have told you. After I brought Muhsin home, he left without saying anything. Who knows where he is? I’m afraid he might do something bad,” she said. “Don’t worry, Hacer auntie, we’ll find him now and won’t leave him alone,” I said, pulling Mustafa by the arm and leading him away. We didn’t want to think about the possibility of Muhsin going to the sorcerer’s house. First, we checked a few places he might go, but he wasn’t there. Turning to Mustafa, I said, “Mustafa, let’s take your tractor; we’re going to the sorcerer’s house.” After a half-hour journey, we arrived at the sorcerer’s house.
Muhsin Narrates:
My dearest love, my childhood sweetheart, how could she do this to me? Musa was right not to trust that man; how could I not see it? After leaving my mother home, I jumped on my horse and galloped towards the sorcerer’s village. To take the shortest route, I rode my horse into the forest. The forest was quieter than usual, even eerie. My horse became restless the moment we were about to enter the forest, resisting going in. I had only covered the path for about fifteen minutes when a sudden fog descended, making it impossible to see anything. I couldn’t figure out which way to go. Then I heard a voice from behind me: “Muhsin!” I dismounted and started walking towards the direction the voice came from. This time it called from the opposite direction: “Muhsin, I’m here!” It was Bahar’s voice, but due to the dense fog, I couldn’t see her at all. The voice came again, this time from my left, but this voice was deep and eerie: “Muhsin! Why aren’t you coming?” Upon hearing this voice, my horse bolted, galloping away without me seeing where it went. Shocked by the voice I heard, I spun around rapidly where I stood and anxiously asked: “Who are you?”
A rustling sound came from nearby. My heart was pounding as if it would burst out of my chest. I stared intently in the direction the sound came from. I was breathing so rapidly that I couldn’t focus on any sound other than my own breath. Then suddenly, I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck. I didn’t have the courage to turn around. Along with the breath, a sound resembling a dog’s growl began. The voice inside me screamed that I should run with all my might. I started running without looking back. Running for dear life in the foggy forest without knowing where I was going… Running through dense trees, ignoring the thorny bushes tearing at my body, the same voice echoed in my head: “You can’t escape me! You can’t escape me!” While running and looking back, my foot stumbled, and I fell. By the time I noticed the slope in front of me, it was too late. I tumbled down, rolling over and over. With each tumble, either my neck, my arm, or my leg got injured, and I screamed in agony. Then I hit a tree with my back and head and stopped. A few seconds later, my eyes closed.
I don’t know how long I remained leaning against that tree; I had fainted. When I came to, the fog had lifted, and water was dripping onto my head from somewhere. As I tried to regain consciousness through the headache, I saw that my clothes were soaked in blood and jumped to my feet. With this much blood, I must have sustained a major injury. When I checked my body, I had various cuts all over, but it was impossible for so much blood to flow from them. Then that voice echoed in my head again: “Look up!” Trembling, I lifted my head. The sight I encountered was hideous! It was my horse! Its body was dismembered and hung on the branches of the tree! What had been dripping on me earlier wasn’t water, but blood seeping from my horse’s severed head! Its intestines were wrapped around another branch like ivy! What kind of savagery was this! At that moment, the voice in my head continued speaking: “Your end will be like his! You can’t escape! You can’t be saved!”
Again, I started running for my life. I ran limping due to the unbearable pain in my leg. Whichever direction I turned my head, I saw her! She wore a white but dirty, long dress. Her hair was so long it almost touched the ground, her eyes were completely white, and her nails… Those nails were like the claws of a wild animal! Her face was Bahar’s face, but it had no resemblance to the face I couldn’t bear to look away from! I turn my head left; she’s standing on top of the slope with her arms spread wide, looking at me. I turn right; she’s leaning against the tree ahead. I look behind me; she’s behind the bushes I left behind… I continued running with my head down to avoid seeing her. After a while, I noticed the trees thinning and lifted my head. The village I set out for was right in front of me!
When I entered the village, the locals stared at me strangely as I walked all the way to the sorcerer’s house. There was no one around the house. I opened the garden gate and slowly headed towards the house. The house door was slightly ajar. When I pushed the door, it opened slowly with a creak. Since the corridor was L-shaped, I couldn’t see inside properly, but the shadows reflected on the wall clearly indicated someone was inside. I called out: “Bahar! I’m here, Muhsin!” No answer. “Bahar! Are you there?” At that moment, a clicking sound came from inside. I quickly rushed inside and entered the first room on the left where the sound came from. There was no one in the room. The only furniture was an old divan. I noticed the cover draped over the divan sagging between the supports. I quickly bent down and lifted the cover; under the divan was empty. At that moment, the room door slammed shut hard! When I looked back, that sorcerer was standing over me! He started speaking in a language I didn’t understand. I quickly got up, and we started struggling. Although the sorcerer was weak, frail, and short, he turned out stronger than I expected; he was holding me off almost single-handedly. Somehow, I wrapped my arms under his, tripped his legs with mine, and pushed with all my might, making him fall. I got on top of him and pulled out the knife I carried in its sheath at my belt. I brought it down towards his heart with all my strength! Just then, the sorcerer turned into smoke and vanished! The knife was stuck in the wooden floor, quivering! How could this be? He was flesh and blood just moments ago! Oh God, I’m losing my mind!
The door opened rapidly and hit the wall. Hearing a crying sound from the next room, I left the room and ran to the adjacent one. It was Bahar! She had climbed onto a chair and was putting the rope tied to the iron bar on the ceiling around her neck! “Stop, Bahar!” By the time I reached her side, she had already kicked the chair away! I immediately grabbed her legs and lifted her up so she could breathe. She was both crying and reproaching me, saying, “You can’t leave me like this!” At one point, I lifted my head to look at Bahar’s face. Bahar was smiling devilishly! Startled, I recoiled and slumped to the floor, leaning my back against the corner of the room. The hair and nails of the figure hanging by the neck began to grow, the dress on it became dirty, and its eyes turned white! Finally, the entity I saw in the forest was before me! It grasped the rope with both hands and pulled itself up. It removed the rope from its neck and jumped to the floor. It seemed to possess superhuman strength. Making growling sounds like a wild animal, it slowly walked towards me while speaking in a hideous tone: “Do you know what I realized? You truly loved me very much. But I never loved you!” As its words ended, the sorcerer in the room turned into black smoke. The smoke began to enter my mouth and nose. My vision went black…
My Grandfather Musa Narrates:
We stopped the tractor at the sorcerer’s door and got out. The place was unusually quiet. From a distance, we could see the house door was open. Turning to Mustafa, I said, “I hope Muhsin hasn’t done anything bad.” Mustafa shook his head wordlessly. We quickly went to the front of the house. A sound like crying was coming from inside. Mustafa called out: “Muhsin brother, are you inside?” There was no answer. We slowly opened the door and cautiously stepped inside. The voice coming from inside was clearly audible and kept repeating the same thing: “Don’t come… Don’t come… I didn’t love… I didn’t love…” It was Muhsin’s voice! Telling Mustafa to check the other rooms, I quickly headed towards the room the voice was coming from.
The sight was horrific! Muhsin’s clothes were torn; he was covered in blood and mud. He was in the corner of the room, holding his head in his hands, rocking back and forth, saying, “Don’t come… I didn’t love…” What had this man gone through? Where were Bahar and the sorcerer? I knelt beside him and asked, “Muhsin brother, are you okay?” He gave no reaction, just kept rocking and repeating the same things. When I looked back, I saw Mustafa frozen in place. “Come on, Mustafa, don’t just stand there! Take his arm; let’s get him to the tractor,” I said. We helped Muhsin into the tractor and rushed back to the village.
Sedat Narrates:
According to my grandfather, Muhsin was never the same after that day. They took him to doctors; he spent years in a mental hospital. During this time, my grandfather Musa and his friend Mustafa investigated in that village. Two people from the village had seen the sorcerer and Bahar leaving with luggage the day after the incident. They also spoke with the sorcerer’s relative, but no one had seen them again after that.
Over time, Muhsin recovered somewhat and told my grandfather and the others what he had experienced. He never married after that incident. When his mother died, he was left all alone; he had no one left. He is still alive today, living out his life in a nursing home.
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