Diary of a Possession Victim | A True Horror Story
True Horror Story: Feriha’s story, whose life turned into a nightmare due to a curse by her jealous cousin. Possession by the jinn king Ammar, terrifying assaults, consulted hocas, and endless captivity.
Hello everyone, I am Feriha from Diyarbakır.
My cousin was jealous of me. Last year, this jealousy went as far as having a spell cast on me. One night, I dreamt that jinn took me to the edge of a river full of feces. One of them said to me, “I have settled in your womb; no one has the power to remove me from here.” I woke up shivering and started crying. My family, hearing my screams, came into the room. I told them about my dream, and upon my family’s insistence, they said we should immediately go to a hoca (religious healer). The next day, they found a hoca and took me. The hoca gave me an amulet, read prayers, and said, “It will end with Allah’s permission.”
I was fine for the first few days. A neighbor told my mother, “You must come to our place, bring butter or something, let’s read the Quran.” We went. How could I have known that my life would be ruined? It turned out my cousin found out I went to the hoca and didn’t rest. The neighbor lady, who was also very close to my cousin, told me, “I mentioned your situation to a lady who is an expert in these matters, and she gave me this sugar, saying, ‘Make sure she eats it.'” Like a fool, I ate it, of course. The moment I ate it, I felt terribly ill. They said my eyes went black while the sugar was still in my mouth. I shouted in a terrifying voice that wasn’t mine and choked our neighbor! Everyone fled the house in fear. When I came to, no one was there. I didn’t even have the strength to stand up and walk. Behind the door were my parents and the neighbor lady with her children. My mother timidly brought me home.
In the evening, when I went to bed, I noticed something beating like a heart in my stomach! I went to my mother and said, “There’s a heart in my stomach.” My sisters laughed and mocked me. Then something rose up to my throat, and I couldn’t breathe! My pupils disappeared again, and I started scratching my head! My family recited prayers over and over, prying my mouth open, and I started to calm down.
After this incident, they did some research. They said there was a very good hoca efendi in Urfa, let’s go to him. My boyfriend, my sister, and I went. The hoca looked at me and smiled; he paid a lot of attention to me. He gave me a lot of papers and said, “Burn these.” According to the hoca, a jinn named Ammar had possessed me; the jinn had fallen in love with me. We came home and started burning the papers. What we did was completely useless.
After that night, my life turned into a miserable state. The sexual assaults by Ammar, who was in love with me, began that very night. When he first assaulted me, I suffered partial paralysis for three days; I became temporarily bedridden. He was with me every day now. Every time he had relations with me, I would writhe helplessly on the floor. After every encounter, a very disturbing, disgusting smell emanated from my body. Everyone could smell this odor and stayed away from me. People were now afraid of me, yes, even my own family was afraid! I couldn’t bathe by myself; I didn’t have the strength to use my arms. My aunt-in-law offered to bathe me, and we went into the bathroom. My aunt-in-law started washing me. When she tried to move to my left side, she felt like she hit an invisible wall, and someone was choking her. At the same time, scratches similar to cat scratches started appearing and tearing at my legs! My aunt-in-law screamed in terror at the top of her lungs, asking for help, and everyone in the house rushed into the bathroom. After that day, I became afraid to enter the bathroom. As you can understand, my life was turned upside down.
My mother continued to search for a cure; they learned about a very good hoca in a village. This time, my mother, my sister, and my boyfriend went together. They blindfolded me. There were more than 20 women inside. Suddenly, my head started turning left and right, and I began scratching the floor with my hands. I remember what was happening, but I had no control over my body. Then again, that disgusting voice spoke through my mouth: “You don’t have the power to remove me from this body! This body is mine, only mine! I am a king; your power is no match for me!” it said. Then my vision went black; I saw Ammar. It was the first time I saw him. He was sitting on a throne; a creature with a huge head, grayish skin tone, unlike anything I had ever seen! Then he opened his mouth, and I saw his tongue; it was forked like a snake’s tongue! Beside him were hundreds of jinn working under his command, and next to every jinn stood a black cat! Then I opened my eyes; the hoca was in front of me. He said to me, “The possession on you is very strong; may Allah help us, my daughter.” That jinn had threatened the hoca so much through my tongue that he almost gave up helping. The hoca said, “With Allah’s permission, I will remove all of you from this body! Be strong, daughter!” and pressed my stomach, reciting prayers in Arabic. I was in so much pain that I was screaming uncontrollably! My family and boyfriend heard my voice from the door and were crying.
That day I learned that there were five jinn in my body along with Ammar. The hoca opened my right palm and said, “Your mother’s name is this, your father’s name is this.” I confirmed. He continued speaking: “My daughter, a spell was cast on you to make you go mad and kill yourself. One of your cousins had this spell done. After this, you went to a hoca, and that hoca’s jinn also fell in love with you. These are also due to that spell. Later, you ate something at someone’s house; that woman who reads the Quran fed you the strongest curse,” he said. I was utterly exhausted. He took me to a room, said, “May Allah help, rest a bit,” and let me sleep for hours. When I woke up, he sent me home.
My family, my brothers, my siblings, everyone was devastated… My brother said, “Whoever did this to you, I will do the same to them! Give me their name!” but I couldn’t say it, I just said, “May Allah punish them.”
Now Ammar started appearing to me openly. He would call me from the toilet, and if I didn’t go to the toilet, the torments on my body would begin. One evening, he called me from the toilet, and I said I wouldn’t come. At that moment, someone started kicking the door! My family heard the sounds and started screaming in fear, reciting prayers. He was going to harm my parents! “Okay, don’t! I’m coming!” I said and went. I would stay in the toilet for at least half an hour. My condition was worsening. I wondered which hoca to go to, thinking I wouldn’t see any benefit.
My parents were constantly researching hocas. They heard about a very good hoca in Elazığ. We went to his house; they welcomed us very well. The hoca asked me to dip my finger into the water in the copper bowl he brought before me. The moment I dipped my finger, the hoca’s eyes widened, and he asked, “When did you notice this?” “It’s been months,” I said. “Very dangerous! Are you aware of the seriousness of the situation?” he asked. My aunt, sister, and boyfriend looked at each other. The hoca said, “Definitely come on Monday morning.” We went home. That night, another encounter happened. Everyone almost fainted from the spreading smell. On Monday morning, we went to the hoca’s door, but they chased us away! “Get out of here! Don’t you ever come back! Get lost!” they said. As we were leaving, Ammar appeared, smiled slyly, and said, “No one can help you.”
I believed there was no escape from him. I told him, “Please don’t touch my family; I will do whatever you want.” He accepted. I had hidden it from my family, but it turned out one of the jinn in me had also possessed my boyfriend! How did I find out? One evening, my sister and I had gone to their place. I saw a jinn in my boyfriend’s eye! I started talking to that jinn! My sisters, mother, and brother-in-law, everyone was shocked! I raised my hand and said, “You will leave this body right now!” At that moment, Ammar came and expelled that jinn. My boyfriend recovered.
But Ammar started giving me information about people and teaching me things. I knew everything about everyone. Hearing this, my relatives started coming to me for information. I could also cast spells on anyone I wanted.
Meanwhile, various voices emerged from our circle. Some said getting Ruqyah (Islamic spiritual healing) would be good. They brought someone named İhsan Hoca for Ruqyah. They laid me down and closed my eyes. When the hoca recited Surah Al-Fatiha, pains started shooting into my feet. Only the hoca, my boyfriend, and my sister were in the house. As he began reciting verses, I lost control of my body; my voice changed. The jinn inside me started uttering threats. Then I lost consciousness too. My boyfriend told me what happened afterwards. According to him, I was saying things like, “This body is mine! No one has the power to take it!” and started beating my boyfriend. Black smoke filled the room. The hoca and my boyfriend grabbed my arms; they could barely restrain one arm. The hoca got scared by the magnitude of the situation, immediately opened the Holy Quran, and placed it on my chest. He took his phone and asked other hocas for help, and they managed to calm me down with difficulty. As you can understand, Ruqyah couldn’t heal me either.
During this time, they were constantly researching new hocas and trying to find someone who could help me. But no matter how many hocas we visited, it was no use. Later, they wondered if it could be psychological, but how could it be psychological when my relatives had witnessed so many things? Saying, “We lose nothing by trying,” I sought help from the best psychiatrists. For months, I used antidepressants like Xanax, Sesta, and Zedprex.
One day, my sister and I went out for a walk. A man started following us and harassing us. I told my sister, “I’ll destroy this man.” My sister said, “I’ll talk to him; he’ll leave.” At that moment, Ammar took control of my body. According to my sister’s account, I made gestures towards the man with my hands and said things in a foreign language with an angry face. The man was staring intently into my eyes. My sister got scared seeing my hands and hearing what I said, shook me, and slapped my face. After this incident, the man disappeared! We looked everywhere but couldn’t see him. We were both in shock. My sister immediately took me home and told my mother what happened. My mother said, “Don’t let her go outside again until she gets better, at least.”
Meanwhile, my mother received a phone call. My mother said to the person on the other end, “Let it happen to them too! Just as I have been suffering looking after my daughter for months, let them be worse off than my daughter!” and hung up. I asked my mother what happened, but she didn’t tell me anything, of course. I overheard my mother and sister talking; relatives had told a hoca they knew about me and said, “Don’t see her if she comes to you.” When the hoca asked why, they mentioned things like, “Don’t even mention this girl’s name, or her jinn will possess you too! Don’t go near her!” It turned out my parents wanted to go to that hoca. But of course, I knew these relatives. I called out to Ammar and said, “I want only one thing from you, destroy that woman!” Ammar really listened to me. A day later, they called my mother: “Sister Servet’s condition is bad; she’s in the hospital right now; doctors couldn’t find anything; her heart could stop at any moment,” they said. My sister suspected me, asking, “Do you have anything to do with this?” “Yes, I did it,” I said. My sister begged, “Please call back the jinn!” Reluctantly, I said, “Okay, I’ll call it back.”
My middle sister had also come to visit us that day. We all went together to my eldest sister’s place. The children started making noise. My mother was sensitive about this; she wouldn’t even allow anyone into the house during the process I was going through to avoid noise. Children who saw me would fall silent out of fear because their mothers had warned them, “Your aunt is very sick, so don’t make noise.” When my sister couldn’t get the children to listen, she said, “For God’s sake, get up, tell these kids something to make them quiet!” “Sister, maybe don’t involve me,” I said. She insisted very, very much. When I entered the next room, they started screaming unbearably; their voices grated on my brain! In a reflex action, I pushed my nephew back down, placed my left middle finger on the center of his forehead, and said something resembling Arabic. My nephew started trembling on the floor! When my parents came, they took me to the room and said, “You calm down a bit.” But I was calm. Then my sister came and said, “Bring my nephew back to normal immediately!” When I asked what happened, she said, “He’s crying, saying ‘The bedsheets are chasing me!'” I immediately called him over and said, “Look into my eyes!” When he looked, I slapped him, and he came to his senses.
My middle sister wouldn’t come near me out of fear. She insisted on going home. “You can’t go!” I prevented her. At night, everyone went to their rooms to sleep. I told my sister, “You will sleep in the room where I sleep.” No matter what I did, she wouldn’t agree. My mother said, “For goodness sake, she’s scared, let her sleep wherever she wants.” Turning to my sister, I said, “Go, go, but there’s no sleeping till morning! You’ll stay in bed with a paralyzing pain in your left leg!” And it happened just as I said. She suffered in pain until morning, and someone kept touching her. She screamed, but nobody heard.
In the morning, guests arrived for my sister; I wasn’t aware, of course. When I woke up, I went to the kitchen to drink water. I was only wearing shorts and a tank top. Suddenly, I heard the Quran being recited, and I don’t remember anything after that! The only thing I remember is being barefoot in the middle of the street! Opposite me were my sister’s guests, my mother, and my sister! When my mother told me what happened, I was shocked! According to her, when the sound of the Quran came, I tore off the amulets they had made for me and threw them away, then put my hand on my middle sister’s throat! With a terrifying voice and facial expression, I said, “You are the cause of everything! I will destroy you!” Then, in that state, I very quickly, almost flying, descended 4 flights of stairs! Then the neighbors recited Ayetel Kursi over and over and calmed me down. When we returned home, my middle sister was crying. I understood that Ammar had targeted my sister. I immediately bargained with Ammar: I wouldn’t go to a hoca, and he wouldn’t harm my sister.
They called my boyfriend and brother-in-law; they came. During this period, I wasn’t eating or drinking; I had dropped to about 47 kilos. I didn’t want anything besides tea and cigarettes. In the evening, my parents insisted I should eat something. My boyfriend brought a dish I love very much: Külbastı (grilled meat). There was also cacık (yogurt with cucumber and garlic) on the side. I took the first spoonful from the cacık. I wish I hadn’t! As soon as I swallowed it, my body started shaking, things started moving inside my body! My spine popped out of place; I fell backward onto the floor! My head turned to the left, and they started tormenting my body! This lasted for about an hour. My teeth were grinding as if they would break! Tears streamed from my eyes; my mother’s tears also dripped onto my face. But no one had the strength to turn my head! There was garlic in the cacık! Look at what a clove of garlic did to me! After an hour, I came to, trembling all over, but my legs couldn’t support me. When my parents uncovered my legs, they were bruised all over. To stop my mother’s endless tears, I smiled slightly, “Nothing will happen to me,” I said.
And so much more… Right now, this possession continues. There are voices in my stomach; everyone hears them, and I am assaulted every day. We cannot keep garlic, onion, cologne, Domestos (bleach), or vinegar in the places where I am. I don’t know when I will be free. May Allah save me and everyone like me. I’ve seen countless hocas; none could provide a cure. Please pray for me to be freed from this affliction.
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