Haunting Since Childhood | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story Summary: The chilling story of a jinn haunting starting in childhood that turned life into a nightmare, paranormal events, terrifying entities, and a desperate woman’s search for help.

I was just 13, maybe 14 years old. One day, my mother called me over and said she was going to the district for some business. Our financial situation was very bad back then. My mother was going to apply for aid from government-designated charities. She told me, “Lock the door and take the key with you. You can play with your friends until I get back.” I did as she said and started playing dodgeball with my friends.

At one point, my eyes glanced towards the house window. I looked, and my mother was staring at me angrily from the window! Wondering if I had seen wrong, I pointed her out to my friend. She saw her too and asked, “When did your mom get back? Why is she looking at you so angrily?” I was terrified by her gaze, so I didn’t go near her. Then, my younger brother came running, opened the supposedly locked door, and entered the house! As I wondered how he opened the door, he threw himself from the upper floor window! Seeing my brother fall from the window, my friend and I started running towards the house. When we arrived, neither my brother was where he fell, nor was my mother at home. I was terrified; I didn’t tell anyone.

The next night, I had a strange dream. In the dream, they were imprisoning me inside a giant eye. I tried to get out; they pulled me back. I know it sounds ridiculous, but this was a message given to me in the dream. After that dream, the troubles for the rest of my life began. I had caught a major musallat affliction. I am now 27. In the time that has passed since my childhood, I have experienced mind-boggling events. I constantly searched for someone who could help me with this. Everyone I went to said there was a price for it. I spent a lot of money, but the result was always the same.

Let me tell you about some of the events I experienced:

One day, we went to a friend’s house. There was an unused pool in their garden. The edges of the pool were filled with dried weeds. My friend’s mother, Özlem Teyze, said, “You kids gather the weeds and throw them into the pool; let’s burn them.” We started gathering the weeds as she said. When the weeds became a large pile, Özlem Teyze got into the pool and set the weeds on fire. While everyone was gathering weeds, I started watching the fire. The fire seemed so mesmerizing that I couldn’t take my eyes off it; it was as if I was hypnotized. While watching from what could be considered a safe distance, someone pushed me into the fire from behind! My clothes and hair started burning. I was screaming. Özlem Teyze ran, grabbed the garden hose, and extinguished my burning body by pouring water. I was screaming and crying in pain. Özlem Teyze was also very scared. “How did you fall into the pool from that far away, dear?” she asked. Crying, I said, “I didn’t fall, they pushed me!” “There was no one near you, dear, who pushed you?” she asked, and I could only say, “They pushed me.” If she had asked, “Who are they?” I couldn’t have answered. They took me to the hospital, and I received treatment.

Three years had passed since this incident; we had moved to a different neighborhood. I got married at 16. Three months after getting married, I started having constant dreams. Whenever I closed my eyes, I felt fear and anxiety, and I was disturbed all night long. At first, I dismissed it as “just a dream,” but in the following nights, I started feeling someone touching me. I felt the breath of someone besides my husband next to me. Their breath burned like fire; I felt its heat on my face. My fears increased day by day.

These events lasted for three years. I was being followed step by step inside the house. I started hearing voices; someone was calling my name. When I looked in the direction the voice came from, nobody was there. As if these weren’t enough, one day, when everyone was home, I saw headless men! Only I could see these men. My family started thinking I was going crazy. Things were getting worse every day, and the strange events I experienced were endless. The doorbell rings; I go look, nobody’s there. I see shadows moving in the dark; I started fearing being alone at home and the dark. They wouldn’t leave me alone.

One night, I woke up because of the light coming into my eyes when the living room light turned on. Thinking my husband had gotten up, I wondered, “What is he doing at this hour?” Just as I was about to get up, I realized my husband was in bed and ran to the living room with a sudden reflex. My daughter had turned on the living room light and was talking to someone! “Honey, what are you doing there?” I asked. Turning towards me, she said, “Nothing, just talking, Mom.” My heart felt like it would stop from fear. “Who are you talking to?” I asked. In terror, I jumped up and hugged my daughter. My daughter screamed and thrashed in my arms, shouting, “They are calling me, Mom! Let go, Mom, I have to go!” Later, after calming her down, I convinced her it was a bad dream and made sure she slept in her own bed. I couldn’t sleep a wink all night.

The next day, late afternoon, a friend named Canan came to visit me; she was 8 months pregnant. My daughter smiled when she saw my friend and went up to her. “Canan Teyze, when did you give birth? Your baby is so beautiful!” My friend and I just stared at each other. She had started acting strangely. After sitting for a while, my daughter left our side. Suspicious of her behavior, I got up and followed her. She had gone into the kitchen. I watched her from the kitchen doorway without being seen. She was talking to someone in the dark, asking questions like, “Mom, what are you doing here? Why are you looking at me like that?” As soon as I heard this, I shouted at my daughter. My daughter’s voice trembled suddenly. “Where are you, Mom?” Showing myself, I said, “I’m in the corridor, come here quickly!” My daughter came to me, terrified. She told me, “Mom, there are two of you! Come, I’ll show you!” I couldn’t go, of course, out of fear.

That night, I woke up to my daughter nudging me. Rubbing my eyes, I asked, “What is it, honey? Why aren’t you in your bed?” With a scared expression, she said, “Mom, what happened to my sister?” When I asked, “What happened?” she said there were red spots on her face. I ran to my younger daughter’s bed. She was sleeping; there was nothing wrong.

These events were deeply upsetting me. I woke my husband and told him about the incidents. He tried to calm me down, saying, “She’s just a child, there’s nothing wrong, don’t worry.” He brought the children to our bed, saying, “Let the children sleep with us tonight.” Just as I was about to fall asleep, my older daughter reached her hand out for something and tried to get up. Holding her, I asked, “What’s wrong, honey?” She replied, “My mother is calling me.” I didn’t sleep that night. This incident repeated three or four times until morning.

The next morning, while the children were playing at home, my younger daughter came to me scared. When I asked her what was wrong, she said, “Mom, there’s a tall man dressed in black in the living room, reaching the ceiling! He’s looking at us very angrily!” I went in panic to look, but nobody was there. The events spreading to my younger daughter was the last straw.

I called my sister, briefly explained what was happening, and invited her over to talk in more detail. I needed to find a hodja now.

A day after we spoke on the phone, my sister came over. My husband was going to come home from work around midnight that day. We took the children and all sat on the balcony. Nobody was inside the house. As I was telling my sister what happened, I started feeling scared for no reason. I needed to go to the kitchen to pour tea, but I couldn’t enter the house out of fear! Suddenly, stones started being thrown from inside the house onto the balcony where we were sitting! The number of stones being thrown increased steadily. Our neighbors, hearing our screams, broke down the door, entered, and saw the stones on the floor. We explained the events; they looked at our faces in astonishment. We couldn’t enter the house to sleep out of fear. We called my father and asked him to pick us up. Before long, my father came and took us away.

After this incident, I started fainting suddenly. I go to the hospital with headaches; they find nothing. As a last resort, I said, “Let’s go see a hodja.” Through an acquaintance, we found a hodja. I told him about all the terrifying events, the fainting spells, and my headaches. The hodja said he read prayers and consulted his jinn, who informed him that two adult jinn and one child jinn were attached to me (musallat). “They have fully revealed themselves to you by making you faint,” he said. Another hodja had said the same things five years ago, but no matter whom I went to, I couldn’t find a permanent solution. I paid a price to every hodja I went to. Whenever I consulted a hodja, they would beat me in my sleep that night! I would wake up from bed in pain and see bruises all over my body.

I was now seeing the entities both in my normal life and in the dream world. I started forgetting things I did; many things were being erased from my memory. I would insult people to their faces. When they asked why I said such things, I would deny it, saying, “I didn’t say anything like that,” and argue with everyone.

One Kandil night (holy night), my parents came to stay over. The hauntings were still ongoing. Since it was Kandil, I performed ablution and read Surah Yasin. After finishing reading, I told my mother, “I’m going to bed,” and left the room. I don’t remember anything after that. My mother goes to the kitchen to drink water. When she looks out the kitchen window into the garden, she screams and runs out. When she sees me, I am about to hang myself from a tree with a rope! When she reaches me, I apparently wouldn’t come down from the tree. She grabbed my legs and called for help. Neighbors hearing the sounds came to help and rescued me.

Another evening when my brother was at our place, I apparently said, “You sit, I’ll just pop over to the neighbor’s and come back,” and left the house. But I have no memory of where I went or how I got there. Until morning, I sat alone by a fire in a dilapidated, ruined house. The only thing I remember is sitting by the fire when my senses returned in the morning. I ran home crying.

Another night, I was lying in my bed. Just as I was about to drift off, I felt someone touch me. When I turned to look, there were two entities at my bedside, whom I guessed were one female and one male! In hideous voices, they said, “A spell was cast on you! You belong to us now!” They disappeared the moment I screamed.

I had no idea what to do about this. I have three daughters. Would they, like me, never be free from this musallat throughout their lives? I see them clearly now. They ask me to do unthinkable things. When I refuse their requests, they threaten me with my children. Nights have become dungeons. It would make me very happy if there was someone who could help for the sake of Allah. I am still searching.

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