What We Experienced in Bursa’s Djinn Village | True Horror Story

True Horror Story: This tells the story of university student Murat and his friends’ terrifying camping night in an abandoned village in Bursa, rumored to be haunted by djinns, and the supernatural events they encountered.

Hello, I enjoy listening to you. Like everyone who sends their story, I also have an incident that happened to me, and I want to share it with you. I personally experienced what I’m about to tell; it’s completely true.

My name is Murat Aslan, I’m from Azerbaijan. Since childhood, I’ve had an interest in djinns; I used to watch movies and listen to stories about them. I had finished school and taken exams to study abroad. I really wanted to study in Turkey because my older sister had married and moved to Bursa, and in every conversation, she mentioned how beautiful Bursa was, saying, “It would be good if you study here.” Luckily, I got into Bursa Orhangazi University. I couldn’t contain my excitement; I wished September would come quickly so I could go to Bursa.

Until the day I was to go there, I researched Bursa, noting down places to visit. While browsing sites, I learned that there were many abandoned villages in Bursa. While researching why they were abandoned, I found out there were many djinn incidents. This was my area of interest. The holiday ended, and school time arrived. I flew to Istanbul and then took a bus to Bursa. Thankfully, my brother-in-law met me at the bus station. I went home and spent time with my sister and her family, catching up.

The next morning, my brother-in-law and I went to the university and completed the necessary procedures. I stayed with my sister for the first three months, but it was very far, and I had difficulty commuting to the university. This couldn’t continue; I had to find a place near the school. But how? Alone, I couldn’t handle the rent, bills, and expenses. I talked and agreed with Hakan, Emre, and Yılmaz, whom I became close friends with at school. They also wanted to get out of the dormitory. We found a two-bedroom apartment near the university with very good rent. I talked to my sister and told her I was moving out. They initially objected, asking, “What’s wrong with this house?” but I was determined. I convinced them by saying the university was too far and commuting was difficult. I went to my room, packed my clothes in my suitcase, and moved to my new home. The house was very nice, and I got along well with my friends.

Time flew by, and a year had passed. My friends were going to their hometowns for the summer vacation, but before they left, we decided to find a quiet place and camp for two or three days. We planned to grill and have fun. Hakan came excitedly, saying he found a very beautiful village in İnegöl. When he mentioned the village’s name, I was both scared and excited. This village was abandoned, empty, and known as “the village possessed by djinns.” Of course, I didn’t tell them what I knew, fearing they would get scared and change their minds. Emre immediately asked, “Why is that village empty?” I told them it was previously an earthquake zone with many landslides, so people had migrated. They all believed it.

That night, I saw my late grandfather in my dream. He told me, “Son, don’t go to the village, that village is cursed, you won’t make it out alive.” Then, two figures in black chadors came, took my grandfather by the arms, and forcibly took him away. I woke up in fear. I started thinking about the dream. There’s a belief that “dreams usually turn out the opposite.” I thought I had the dream because I was influenced by the stories I listened to, so I didn’t dwell on it much and went back to sleep.

In the morning, Hakan woke me up by nudging me. Emre and Yılmaz had gone to the market to get supplies for the trip. Hakan and I had a nice breakfast. Throughout breakfast, he seemed like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. After breakfast, I confronted him, “Brother, what’s wrong, what’s this state?” He said, “I had a very bad dream last night.” “May it be for the best, brother, tell me what you dreamed,” I said, and he began: “I saw my late mother in my dream. We were in a desolate forest, she was calling me from afar. There was about 20-30 meters between us. ‘My dear son, don’t go to the village, that village is cursed. There’s an entrance but no return. It’s the dwelling place of evil entities, don’t go there,’ she said. Then, two demon-like beings grabbed my mother and dragged her away forcibly. I was shouting ‘Let my mother go!’ after them. I woke up in that fear. I couldn’t sleep until morning out of fear, brother. I… I really… Let’s not go to the village, I started to get scared.”

To calm him down, I said, “Brother, it’s just a dream. Besides, you know they say dreams turn out the opposite. We’ll just spend two days and come back. Believe me, we’ll have a lot of fun, it will do us all good,” and convinced him. Just then, Emre and Yılmaz arrived. They had bought meat, sausages, barbecue supplies, a tent, drinks, and camping gear for the trip.

That night, I couldn’t sleep from excitement. I wanted to go to that village and see those djinns. So I prepared myself. My late grandfather was a hodja (religious scholar); he used to heal afflicted people by reading prayers over them and giving them amulets (muska). My fascination with djinns came from spending a lot of time with my grandfather in my childhood. I used to secretly watch his djinn exorcism rituals. I always wanted to be a hodja like him. Once, they even troubled me, and my grandfather read prayers over me, wrote an amulet, put it around my neck, and said, “Never take this off.” After my grandfather died, I read his books and learned many things about djinns. I had brought two of my grandfather’s books with me when I came to Bursa. I took out those books and put them in my bag. I wore the amulet around my neck. As soon as I put on the amulet, it felt like a heavy burden was lifted off me. That night, I slept peacefully without nightmares.

We woke up early in the morning, had breakfast, and set off in Yılmaz’s car. It was about a two-hour drive. On the way, we narrowly avoided accidents twice. These incidents had to be more than coincidence. After a two-hour journey, we arrived in İnegöl. When we asked an old man we saw on the road about the village we were going to, he said, “That village is occupied, what business do you have there?” When I said, “Uncle, never mind that, just tell us how to get there,” he reluctantly gave directions. Not believing him, I asked another person on the road, and they gave the same reaction. My friends became uneasy too, but I dismissed it saying, “These are just superstitions.”

Finally, we reached the village. It was a very beautiful village in a mountainous area with a great view. There were about 50-60 houses. Most of the houses were old and about to collapse. The first thing that caught my attention was that all the houses in the village had black curtains on their windows. We started exploring the village. Since no people lived there, everywhere was covered with weeds, sometimes making it difficult to walk. Emre interjected, “Friends, did you notice, there’s no mosque in the village? What kind of village is this?” I said, “It might have collapsed in an earthquake or landslide.” We didn’t want to enter the houses as they seemed risky. We found a hill with a nice view and started setting up our tents. The entire village was visible from where we were.

While Emre and Yılmaz were hammering stakes for the tent, they saw a black snake. As Yılmaz moved to kill it, I immediately stopped him. “Stop, don’t kill it! What harm did it do to you?” I said. In the books I read, it was written that djinns take the form of animals like snakes, dogs, cats, and therefore, without harming them, one should say three times, “For the sake of Allah, leave this place.” I did as instructed, and the snake stuck out its forked tongue, hissed, and left.

After setting up our tent, Hakan and I went into the forest to gather wood for the barbecue. The forest was very desolate and eerie. While gathering wood, two pitch-black dogs appeared before us. They ran towards us, barking angrily. Hakan climbed a nearby tree in fear and started calling me. I realized these were djinns disguised as dogs because, in an abandoned village, there would be nothing for dogs to feed on. I stood frozen, and the dogs stopped about five meters away from me. They couldn’t approach me because of the amulet around my neck. I immediately started reciting Surah Al-Falaq, An-Nas, and Ayetel Kürsi. The dogs yelped as if in pain and ran away. Hakan’s face was pale white. He climbed down the tree, we quickly gathered the wood, and returned to the campsite.

We lit the barbecue and cooked the meat and sausages. It had gotten dark too. Since it was cold, we made a fire. We set the table and ate our food. Emre started playing the guitar he brought and singing songs. My friends were drinking alcohol and having fun. Since I was against alcohol, I joined them by drinking cola. Our spirits were high. Yılmaz stood up and said, “I’m going to relieve myself by those trees.” I told him, “Don’t urinate at the base of the trees. This is a desolate place, let’s not get into trouble in the middle of the night.” He said, “Okay okay, I got it,” and left.

Emre and Hakan continued drinking. Some time passed, but Yılmaz still hadn’t returned. I stood up and told my friends, “I’m going to check on Yılmaz.” After walking a bit, I saw Yılmaz; he was staring fixedly at one spot. I immediately went to him and said, “Yılmaz, where are you, man? We got worried about you.” Yılmaz didn’t seem to hear me, still staring intently at the same spot. When I looked where he was looking, I saw a black cat, its eyes were red like fire. The moment I looked at it, it turned its eyes towards me. I immediately started reciting Surah Al-Falaq and An-Nas loudly. Upon hearing the prayers, it made a very strange noise, ran away, and Yılmaz fell to the ground unconscious. I carried him on my back, reciting prayers, back to the campsite and laid him down. Emre and Hakan asked fearfully, “What happened to him?” I didn’t know what to tell them; they were panicking. “Nothing’s wrong, he just fainted,” I managed to say. I sprinkled water on his face to wake him up. As soon as he came to, he screamed, “The baby… they were cutting the baby!” “Calm down, brother, you’re safe, you’re with us. What happened, tell us,” I said.

Yılmaz drank some water, composed himself, and began to narrate: “I left you guys and went towards the trees to relieve myself. After finishing, just as I was about to return, I heard a baby crying. ‘What’s this, a baby in a place like this at this time of night?’ I thought, looking for where the sound was coming from. The sound was coming from behind the bushes just ahead. I hesitated whether to go or not, but my curiosity won, and I walked slowly. A baby was lying ahead. It was such a beautiful baby, you just wanted to keep looking at it. As I reached out to pick up the baby, a woman in a black chador came and took the baby in her arms. The woman had a knife in her hand. Without taking her eyes off mine, she started cutting the baby’s ears. Instead of crying, the baby was laughing. Then she cut its nose, and finally, its head. She showed me the severed head, laughing wickedly. Then she suddenly became serious and said, ‘If you don’t leave here, this will be your end too!’ At that moment, I couldn’t move out of fear, I was hypnotized, just staring into the woman’s reddened eyes. Just then, you came. I could hear you, but I couldn’t respond. As soon as you recited the prayer, the woman screamed and fled. I don’t remember anything after that, I opened my eyes here,” he said.

He had just finished speaking when the ground began to shake. Looking hastily, I saw dozens of black entities coming towards us. I immediately grabbed my bag. I took out my grandfather’s book and started reciting the special prayers meant to repel djinns, and as described, I drew a circle with salt. I told my friends, “Evil entities are attacking us right now. Stay calm and do as I say. I know what I’m doing, don’t be afraid! Whatever happens, do not step out of this circle! If you do, you will lose your life! The djinns will try to deceive you by taking the form of your loved ones, they will tell lies to get you out, never believe them!” I began reciting the Hatim prayers.

There were about 20-30 djinns around us. I was seeing them in their true forms for the first time. I hadn’t expected this many; my heart was about to stop from fear. It’s hard to describe them, but from what I can tell: They were all different. Some were taller than two meters, while others were around one meter. They were pitch-black, hairy beings. Their feet were backward, their arms reached almost to their knees. Their faces were half-split, with blood and pus flowing from the cracks. Some had heads resembling goat heads. In excitement and fear, I stopped reciting and just stared at them.

The tallest and bulkiest among them stepped forward and said, “O pieces of mud! How dare you disturb us? You camped on our graves, drank alcohol! You will pay for this with your lives!” After a short silence, addressing me, he said, “You, son of Adam! Today you saved my son’s life. The snake you saw was my son. Your friend was about to kill him, but you prevented it. For this reason, I spare your lives. If you get in your car and leave immediately, we won’t do anything.” But this was just a cheap trick, he was lying to get us out of the circle. I ignored him and continued reciting.

After a short silence, we were startled by a woman’s scream. It was Yılmaz’s mother! “Son, save me!” she cried. The djinns had surrounded her and were torturing her. Emre fainted from fear. Yılmaz got up and wanted to step out of the circle. I stopped him, “Stop, brother! Don’t fall for their trick! What we’re seeing isn’t real, they’re trying to get us out of the circle with mind games! That’s not your mother, it’s a djinn in her form!” I said. He wouldn’t listen to me and wanted to step out of the circle. I called out to Hakan, “Hakan, help me, brother! If the circle is broken, we’ll all die here!” Hakan immediately sat Yılmaz down and held him tightly.

I had no strength left. My eyes were about to close when two majestic, luminous beings appeared from afar. The area lit up, and the djinns started fleeing. They were very imposing and powerful compared to the djinns. They began reciting prayers with their booming voices. Those black entities writhed in pain and turned to ash before our eyes. After they all burned, the two luminous beings came to us and said, “O son of Adam! Fear no more. Leave this place immediately in the morning. These are not safe places. Tell your friends too, they should repent for drinking alcohol, start praying, and find the righteous path.” I couldn’t speak from joy and excitement, I hesitantly asked, “Who are you?” “We are Muslim djinns, helpers of your late grandfather Muhammad. We heard you were in trouble and came to help. It’s good that your grandfather gave you that amulet. You survived because of that amulet, otherwise, you wouldn’t have made it out alive. They couldn’t touch you because of it,” they said. “May Allah be pleased with you,” I managed to say. Then, rays of light ascended into the sky and disappeared.

We immediately woke Emre up, and we couldn’t sleep until morning out of fear. At the first light of dawn, we quickly got into our car and left the place. My friends repented, quit drinking, started praying, and found the righteous path. I also promised myself never to mess with djinns again. I don’t bother with them anymore; I just listen to your horror stories. Take care.

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