The Cursed House in Kuyumcular Village | A True Horror Story
True Horror Story Summary: What’s the secret of the abandoned house in Kuyumcular Village? The chilling story of the house whose demolition was allegedly prevented by unseen forces, and the strange desolation around it.
While my cousin focused on the steering wheel, I was thinking about the wind again. The importance in our lives of this air current, which we cannot see but feel all around us… This power, which felt like a gentle caress with a light breeze, could uproot mountains when angered. But now, it seemed to have no intention other than massaging my soul.
The weather changed suddenly when we entered this village road. “The climate changed,” my cousin said. I was aware of it too. We were about to arrive at the end of our three-and-a-half-hour journey.
Even though I encountered rough patches from time to time, I loved the village roads. When the neighboring village, the most obvious sign that we were approaching our village, came into view, I nudged my cousin, “Look, we’re close, look, Kuyumcular Village.”
“It won’t take ten minutes to get there,” my cousin replied. I intended to continue the conversation. “Do you know the legend here?” I asked.
“What legend?”
I pointed with my finger. “Look, look, look, do you see that ruined house right there?”
“Which one, man? They all look like ruins to me.”
“Look, look, the two-story one.”
My cousin gave me a ‘So?’ look. I continued speaking:
“That house… Years ago, various accidents happened to the people in that house. Eventually, the household members, and even the neighbors close to the house, evacuated the area, moved to the city, and so on.”
“And?”
“This caught my attention, cousin: Later, years later, the sons of the owner of this house tried to demolish the house and build a better one in its place, but they couldn’t succeed.”
“Why? Because they weren’t available!” he cracked a joke and started laughing.
“Dude, get lost, you idiot!” I tried to be serious again, shaking off the cacophony of his awful joke. “Yeah, okay, okay… Seriously, look, they couldn’t get the house demolished, because they wouldn’t allow it.”
“Who? The villagers?”
“No, no, man! It was the jinns who wouldn’t allow it.”
My cousin knew me well enough to know I wasn’t joking when I used the word ‘jinn’ in my sentence.
“What do you mean?”
“But seriously, man! Whenever they tried to demolish the house, something always went wrong. Either the tools broke down, or they had accidents, or even the parts they managed to demolish, they found them the next day as if they hadn’t been touched.”
There was a few seconds of silence between us. Clearly, my cousin was pondering what I had told him. Then he asked with an excited tone:
“So what happened in the end?”
“Nothing. As far as I know, the sons gave up on demolishing it. But nobody has even gone near that house ever since.”
As I said this, I looked one last time at the area where the house was located. Indeed, the situation of this house looked strange within the village settlement pattern. It was as if that house and its surroundings were a burnt, blackened area in the middle of a wooded area. Looking around, while the other houses in the vicinity were built close to each other, the area around that house remained deserted.
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