Jinn Summoning Ritual | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story | Summary: A horror movie night in Ankara turns into a nightmare with a jinn summoning ritual initiated by Berkan using a wooden cup. The terrifying moments and struggle for survival.

My name is Niyazi, I’m from Ankara. It was 2013. Back then, I worked as an attendant in a large cold storage warehouse; a depot where red meat was kept. I was young, only 23 years old. I lived alone in an attic apartment. My family lived in the village; I had migrated from the village to live in the city. I planned to establish my own life and live a bachelor’s life until I got married.

And of course, being a bachelor’s pad, friends and buddies inevitably came and went. One day we’d cook together, another day play okey, another day watch movies. Especially when I first arrived, I spent a lot of time with two friends named Mevlüt and Mehmet from the market where I worked for a couple of months. Mehmet still worked at the market, while Mevlüt had started working as a waiter in a cafe. They lived together, but there were five people in total in their house. Sometimes we went to their place, but since my place was quieter, they usually came to mine.

When we met, we watched all kinds of movies, but the genre we all particularly loved was horror films. One day, my friend Mevlüt, who worked at the cafe, called me. “A new horror movie just dropped online, let’s watch it tonight right away, okay?” he said. I worked one week day shifts, one week night shifts. That week I was working nights and had to go to work at 1 AM, so I told him our time would be limited. “Can’t we organize it for next week?” I asked. Mevlüt replied, “I already told Mehmet. If we start watching around 7-8, you’ll definitely make it. Don’t be a party pooper!” “Okay, okay, fine. But don’t be late,” I said. “Sure, we’ll come around late afternoon anyway. We’ll go out, grab a few things, then sit down and watch our movie,” he said. “Okay, sounds good, deal,” I replied.

Half an hour passed, and Mevlüt called me again. “There’s a new guy who just started at our cafe, can he come too? Would that bother you?” he asked. Frankly, I didn’t want to bring someone I didn’t know well into my home. After all, you never know if they’re trouble or a thief. I hesitated a bit, but Mevlüt said, “Don’t worry, he’s a solid guy, a good kid.” Hearing that, I couldn’t refuse, “Okay, let him come,” I said. After tidying up the house a bit, they called saying they had arrived in the neighborhood late afternoon. I went down and met them. After shaking hands with Mehmet and Mevlüt, I met Berkan, Mevlüt’s friend from the cafe. He was a strange kid who mumbled when he spoke.

Later, we went to the market to buy some snacks and drinks for the movie. I suggested we get coffee too. Mevlüt said to me, “Should we get Turkish coffee? We can drink it. Hey, listen, Berkan reads fortunes really well, we can have him read ours one by one, how about that?” I was about to say “no,” but this time Mehmet jumped in: “Don’t you read fortunes at the cafe anyway, Berkan my brother?” Berkan replied, “Yes, I do. And I read well, no need to be modest,” and gave a smile. Since everyone seemed so keen, I didn’t want to spoil the mood and couldn’t object. “Okay, fine,” I said.

Berkan asked, “Is there a glassware shop or something around here?” I replied, “There used to be one on the back street, but why?” “I want to buy a nice cup set to read the fortunes. Plus, it’s my first time coming to your house, it’ll be a housewarming gift,” he said. When I said, “But I have cups at home…” he cut me off, “I didn’t say you didn’t.” After finishing our market shopping, we went to the glassware shop. Since Berkan was buying it as a gift, I held back a bit, thinking he might buy something affordable according to his budget. After the shop owner showed us the cup sets, Berkan didn’t like any of them and asked, “Sir, don’t you have any wooden cup sets?” The man said, “Well, there should be one set in the storage room, they aren’t very popular. I need to check.” The man must not have trusted us, because he said, “Come on, let’s all go down and look together.” The place he called storage was a large, dreary, dark place that didn’t get any sunlight. After a long search using the light from our phones, the shop owner pulled out a wooden cup set from a dusty box. We went upstairs, Berkan paid, and then we went home. I thanked him, “There was really no need,” I said. Berkan replied, “Wooden cups are good.”

It was starting to get dark. After eating something, we connected the laptop to the TV. Since it was properly evening now, the mood for watching a horror movie was set. We started watching the film. Although the movie was generally monotonous, there was a scene where the characters sat around a table in the living room chatting. While chatting, one of them felt dizzy. As the other characters tried to help, the dizzy character pointed towards the door with their finger. An entity entered through the door. It was a genuinely creepy scene. Other than that, we generally didn’t like the movie. Mevlüt even jokingly said, “The screenwriter stole 2 hours of my life.”

Since none of us were happy with the movie, Berkan said, “Forget about these fictional things. Come on, let’s make our own movie.” We all turned to Berkan, wondering what he was up to. Berkan said, “I saw it somewhere, let’s summon a jinn, come on.” We all froze for a moment, then Mevlüt laughed, “Okay, let’s summon one, it’ll definitely come running!” I was looking at them like “don’t be ridiculous,” but since I had just met Berkan and was the host, I couldn’t say anything definitive. “It’s unnecessary, I think, what’s the point?” I said. Mevlüt replied, “It’s just for fun, buddy, it’s not like a real jinn is actually going to show up, right?” It was really strange how Mevlüt trusted this guy he had only known for a week or ten days so much, just because they worked together, and immediately agreed with him. I asked Mehmet, “What do you say?” hoping he’d say, “Forget it, let’s just sit properly.” When Mehmet said, “I go with the flow, buddy,” Mevlüt jumped up, “Alright then!”

I had a foldable table; we pulled it in front of the TV. Berkan went to his coat hanging on the rack and took out two large white candles from his pocket. “You came quite prepared,” I said sharply to Berkan. He looked at me, smiled, and then placed one of the wooden cups he bought for me in the center of the table. We sat at the four corners of the table. We turned off the lights and the TV. He lit the two candles in the middle of the table. A creepy atmosphere formed immediately. Mevlüt secretly kicked the table with his foot to make a noise and said, “Aha, it’s here! I swear it’s here!” His nervous giggle made me mutter “La hawla” (There is no power except with Allah). Mehmet was equally tense, on the verge of snapping at Mevlüt. Berkan didn’t fail to smile at Mevlüt’s mischievous joke either.

Berkan said, “Okay, we laughed, had fun. Now let’s get a little scared,” and went to the kitchen. He returned with a knife in his hand. He started carving something onto the wooden cup that was placed upside down in the middle. All of us, including Mevlüt, watched in astonishment. First, he carved a triangular shape onto the base of the cup with the knife. Then, I’m not sure, but he drew either two intertwined ‘B’ letters or the number ‘8’ inside that triangle. He placed a piece of paper from his pocket onto the table, which had different symbols or maybe writings on it. Mevlüt asked, “What’s going on, Berkan?” Having initially made fun of it, this time he was also tense. Berkan, without answering Mevlüt, said, “Hold hands and close your eyes.” As if mesmerized, we did as he said.

When we closed our eyes, Berkan, I assume, started reading from that paper. He was saying things loudly and shouting in an incomprehensible language. He did it almost like screaming. He repeated what he was saying for about a minute. One of my hands held Mevlüt’s, the other held Mehmet’s. I could tell they were both scared and tense from their sweaty palms. They held on so tightly that I felt my hand hurt. Soon after, Berkan stopped. “Slowly open your eyes,” he said. I opened my eyes hesitantly. The candlelight seemed to flicker violently. “You can let go of your hands,” Berkan said. Mevlüt swallowed first, then asked in a shaky voice, “What happened now?” Berkan said, “Right now, there is a jinn or jinn in the room. I don’t know how many, but don’t worry, they can’t do anything.” Mevlüt asked, “You’re just scaring us, aren’t you, man?” Berkan was about to answer when the TV, which was off, suddenly turned on.

We all reflexively turned to the TV. We couldn’t speak. The TV was showing that scene from the movie in the living room; the scene where the characters sat around the table just like us. We focused a bit more and realized it wasn’t the movie characters sitting at that table, but the four of us! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mevlüt grabbed my arm and squeezed it so hard, crying out, “What the hell is happening?!” None of us could answer that question, of course; none of us understood what was going on. As we stared at the screen like statues, a silhouette appeared behind the right shoulder of each of us on the TV screen; smoky silhouettes with red eyes. Instinctively, we started turning our eyes from the screen to our own shoulders; wondering if there was an entity like the one on the screen. The moment we turned our heads towards our own shoulders, we were struck dumb. Oh my God! There was a smoky entity right under my nose!

We all started screaming. We knocked over the table, the candles. We ran around the room like madmen. Berkan went and turned on the light. Those entities were gone. The candles had fallen over and even slightly burned the carpet. I yelled at Berkan, “What have you done, man?!” “I just did it for a little scare,” he said. Mevlüt, the most enthusiastic one among us, seemed to be in the worst state; sprawled on the floor, breathing heavily. We went to him, helped him up a bit, gave him water. “Are they gone? Are they gone?” he kept asking. We said, “Yes, we’re safe.” Actually, we didn’t know if we were safe or not, but Mevlüt was in a bad state, so we lied to calm him down. We sat him on the couch and gave him a cigarette. “Turn on all the lights! Turn on all the lights!” he kept saying. Berkan went and turned on the lights in the hallway, kitchen, everywhere. He approached Mevlüt and asked, “Are you okay, brother?” Mevlüt didn’t answer at first, then stood up, “You shameless bastard, asking me that! I’ll spit in your mouth!” and pushed Berkan hard. “What’s your deal, man?” he said, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him, “Get the hell out of this house!” Berkan looked at me. I also said, “Get out! Take your cup and candles and get out right now!” He did as I said, took his things, and left.

After Berkan left, Mevlüt was still cursing. I said, “You asked for it, sorry.” Mevlüt retorted, “Oh, so now it’s my fault, is that it?” “Of course, it’s your fault! Why did you bring a guy you don’t even know into my house? And even if you did, you just agree to everything he says, ‘okay, okay, let’s do it’. Is he a sorcerer, a Satanist, who knows what he is? Look what happened, we were about to lose our minds! I hope this is all there is to it,” I said. It was getting close to 11 PM. “I have work in two hours, how am I going to go like this now?” I asked. Mevlüt said, “Let’s go together, it’s better if we don’t separate tonight anyway.”

At that moment, I felt so tired and exhausted that I said, “Let’s go to my room, I’m going to lie down for a bit.” I lay down on my bed. We opened the sofa bed in the room, and Mevlüt and Mehmet lay down there too. When I closed my eyes, I felt like drifting off. Immediately, our friends started talking among themselves, “Dude, were we just so scared that we imagined seeing them?” I fell asleep to the sound of their whispers. Not much time passed before I woke up to a nearby sound. It was a sound like chopping wood. Our friends must have fallen asleep too, as all three of us woke up startled. As we opened our eyes, what did we see! Dozens of trees, like poplar trees, inside my room! These trees emerged from round holes that had formed in the ceiling and stretched towards the sky. My room looked like a forest. Sounds of wild animals and birds were coming. We had lain down with the lights on, but all the lights in the house were off! That wood-chopping sound was coming from the terrace accessible from my room.

All three of us sat up. There was a certain courage that came from feeling like I was in a dream because our situation was as utopian as a dream. Me in front, the others behind, we passed by the trees and headed towards the door leading to the terrace. Looking through the door, I saw two figures. Two strange men, about 1.60 meters tall, dressed in black, were cutting down the trees that had appeared on the terrace with axes in their hands. They didn’t see us at all, focused only on their work. We waited for a while, speechless. Then, holding onto each other, we silently left the room. We thought that if we made any noise, those men would notice us. When we got out of the house and stood in front of the main door, we stared at each other with wide eyes, as if asking, “What was that?”

Soon after, Mevlüt said, “I’m going crazy! Are we dreaming or is this real? Somebody slap me!” Mehmet slapped him so hard that Mevlüt let out a cry. “Let’s run, let’s get out of here!” he said. I said, “We’ve been afflicted, this curse won’t leave us alone.” Mevlüt walked to the end of the apartment hallway and started banging his head against the wall. Mehmet and I went and got him.

Aunt Feride lived downstairs. Her husband had passed away a year ago; she lived alone. She liked me too. At that moment, the idea of asking the aunt for help came to my mind. We quickly rushed to her door, not caring how late it was. Aunt Feride opened the door sleepily. “Niyazi, son, what happened?” she asked. I said, “Auntie, we’re not okay. We were watching a horror movie with friends, I think we’ve been afflicted by something. There are strange entities in the house.” “Oh dear, son, come inside, come in. You must be scared, let me read something over you, you’ll feel better,” she said. We went into Aunt Feride’s living room. The aunt said, “Let me perform ablution, I’ll read some Quran for you,” and went inside. We looked at each other in shock and fear.

A little later, Aunt Feride came back with a book in her hand. She pulled up a chair and sat across from us. Then she started reading, reading very fast. About five minutes passed, and tears started streaming down my eyes. I felt a liquid flowing from my nose. When I touched my nose, I realized it was blood. While Aunt Feride continued reading, without disturbing her at all, I quietly got up and headed towards the bathroom. While in the hallway, I heard a coughing sound coming from the bedroom. “Good Lord, who could that be? Aunt Feride lives alone,” I thought. Then I heard someone’s voice from the bedroom again: “Who’s there? I called the police!” it shouted. It was Aunt Feride’s voice! My blood ran cold. From where I stood in the entrance area, I could see both the living room and the corridor leading to the bedroom. Keeping one eye on the corridor, I turned towards the living room and called out to Aunt Feride, who had her back to me and was facing my friends: “Aunt Feride? Aunt Feride?” Without moving her body at all, she turned her head 180 degrees, said, “Yes, my child?” and burst into laughter!

Mevlüt and Mehmet screamed at this sight and started running. They were cursing at the same time. They came towards me, and we scrambled out of that house. We leaped down the stairs three or five steps at a time and threw ourselves onto the street. We didn’t stop on the street either, continuing to run like madmen. At one point, our legs gave out, and we ran out of breath, so we stopped. Mehmet, gasping for air, said, “I knew she wasn’t reading the Quran, but since you didn’t say anything, I didn’t either.” “We couldn’t tell out of fear, brother, how would we know?” we said. Mevlüt added, “There was an eye-like symbol on the book, but I swear I didn’t realize it either.”

I said, “My shift is starting, let’s walk there. Let’s ask Mustafa abi, tell him. He’s a religious person, maybe he can find a cure for us.” Mustafa abi was an elder I worked with at the cold storage warehouse when our shifts coincided. I was scheduled to work with him that day too. The three of us went to my workplace around 1 AM. We took over the shift and started waiting. About five minutes later, Mustafa abi arrived. He had met Mevlüt and Mehmet before. As soon as he arrived, he asked, “What’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, what’s with you?” “Well abi, we did see a ghost,” we said. When he asked, “How so?” Mevlüt interrupted before we could explain, “Say Bismillah first, abi.” He was trying to figure out if Mustafa abi was really Mustafa abi. Mustafa abi said Bismillah, read a prayer, and blew lightly. All three of us sighed in relief. “You guys are really scared, tell me what happened,” he said.

So we told him everything that happened, but we were too embarrassed to mention the ritual Berkan performed with the cup. “We were watching a horror movie, and this happened,” we said. Mustafa abi exclaimed, “Good heavens! Are you sure, brothers? Could it have been a dream or hallucination?” When we swore it wasn’t, he said, “Wait a minute,” and grabbed his phone. After a 2-3 minute call, he said, “Wait.” He called the colleagues we had just taken the shift from and said, “You guys stay for another two hours, we’ll sort it out another time.” Thankfully, they helped us out.

We got into Mustafa abi’s car and set off. “Where are we going, abi?” I asked. “We’re going to see a hodja (religious scholar). He’s from our village but lives in Ankara. When I told him what you said, he immediately told me to bring you guys to him. God willing, he’ll help. We’ll solve this, don’t worry.” “Okay Mustafa abi, Inshallah (God willing),” I said. We drove for about half an hour. We were heading towards a neighborhood with garden houses. The road and surroundings started to become deserted. About 300 meters ahead, we saw a large white mass. When Mevlüt nervously asked, “What’s that?” Mustafa abi chuckled slightly, “Don’t worry, it’s a flock of sheep,” and slowed down the car. Mehmet remarked, “But it’s 1:30 AM…” Hearing that, Mustafa abi also became uneasy. That flock of sheep completely surrounded our car. Even though we honked a couple of times, they absolutely wouldn’t clear the way. We were muttering, “Where’s the shepherd?” when all those sheep suddenly turned into pitch-black pigs! We couldn’t believe our eyes! Those pigs started grunting and hitting the car. Mustafa abi quickly pressed the car stereo button, and Quran recitation started playing from the stereo. He turned the volume all the way up. That herd of pigs scattered left and right in disarray. Mustafa abi, uttering prayers of repentance, pulled the car away sharply.

About 5 minutes later, we arrived at the hodja’s house. It was a small, modest house. The hodja was a short, gentle-looking man, around 60-65 years old. He immediately welcomed us and took the three of us into a room. Mustafa abi stayed outside. The hodja said, “I heard briefly from Mustafa on the phone. Now, tell me in detail.” We again explained without mentioning Berkan’s cup incident, but the hodja told us, “Something is missing in this story.” We looked at each other. Mevlüt turned to me and said, “Let’s tell him, it’s not our fault anyway.” We told him about Berkan and the cup incident. The hodja asked us, “Were there any symbols on the cup, or the candles, or on the table?” We described the symbol he drew on the cup as best as we could. The hodja exclaimed “Oh dear, oh dear!” and asked, “Where is the cup?” When we said Berkan took it, he urged, “Go get me that cup immediately, otherwise, nothing good will happen! Hurry!”

I asked Mevlüt, “Do you know Berkan’s address?” “Yes, I do,” he said. We were about to leave immediately when the hodja said, “Wait, I’m coming,” and left the room. About 15 minutes later, he returned with five amulets (muska) in his hand. The hodja gave three to us, one to Mustafa abi, and said, “Wear these around your necks.” “They won’t provide protection for very long, so go quickly and bring that cup. Put this last amulet on your car’s rearview mirror. Go quickly!” he said.

We wasted no time and went to Berkan’s house. We knocked on the door, but no one answered. It was a basement apartment. We went around and knocked on Berkan’s room window. Mevlüt was especially tense. If it were daytime, he would have yelled, but since it was night, we didn’t want to wake the neighborhood. Mevlüt started banging harder on the window when Berkan appeared at the barred window. His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with fear. He opened the window and asked, “What? What happened? Why are you banging on my door in the middle of the night?” Mevlüt grabbed Berkan’s collar through the bars and pulled him closer. “If we weren’t in a hurry, I’d kill you! Where’s the cup?” he demanded. Likely intimidated by Mevlüt’s aggression, Berkan stammered, “Trash… I threw it in the trash.” Mevlüt yelled, “Don’t lie, Berkan!” “I swear I threw it in the trash!” “Which trash? Where?” “The trash container in front of Niyazi’s house!” Mevlüt pushed Berkan away forcefully. “We’ll deal with you later!” he said.

We immediately started heading towards my house. When we entered my neighborhood, the garbage truck was already on our street. Two workers getting off the truck were heading towards the container where Berkan said he threw the cup. I yelled “Stop!” to Mustafa abi and jumped out of the car. “Sir! Sir!” I called out to the workers. “Yes, brother?” they replied. “Stop, sir, don’t empty the trash!” I said. My friends had run after me. Mevlüt told the workers, “Sir, we accidentally threw something valuable in the trash, we’ll find it in two minutes, sorry about that.” Thankfully, they said, “Okay, go ahead and look.” All of us, including Mustafa abi, started rummaging through the trash. Mehmet lamented, “Look what we’ve gotten ourselves into!” After a few minutes, Mevlüt found the wooden cup. As soon as he picked it up, he felt dizzy, almost stumbled. Mustafa abi, reciting prayers, took the cup from Mevlüt. Mevlüt immediately recovered. The workers were looking at us in bewilderment. They were right, of course; we had caused quite a commotion for a single cup. We thanked the workers and headed back to the hodja’s house.

The hodja must have been worried about us, as he was waiting for us at the door. He asked anxiously, “Did you find it?” Mustafa abi handed the cup to the hodja. After examining it briefly, the hodja told the three of us, “Come with me,” and took us back to that room. Three copper-like bowls were placed in front of the cushions where we sat. There were lit candles in the room. The hodja placed the cup upside down on a small mirror lying on the floor in front of him. He placed a pinch of herb on top of it. After swaying back and forth and praying for a few minutes, he lifted his head towards the ceiling and shouted something loudly. A smoky silhouette appeared behind the hodja’s shoulder. The hodja slowly turned his head towards his shoulder, towards the silhouette, and said something. Then he fell silent. After a few seconds, he spoke again, seemingly conversing with the silhouette. As he turned his head back towards us, the silhouette vanished.

The hodja told us, “Fortunately, you only invited them.” “No sacrifice was offered, nor was any pact made. Your friend you mentioned doesn’t seem to know much about these things, but he’s curious, of course. He tried to do things he learned here and there. Now, I will break this invitation, God willing,” he said. We nodded our heads as if saying, “Oh, thank God!” The hodja recited the Quran from his throat, loudly, and very melodiously. Peace filled my heart. Then he paused for a bit. He quickly said something in a language I thought wasn’t Arabic and blew towards the cup and the herb on it. As soon as the hodja blew, first the herb, then the wooden cup started to burn! A few seconds later, pus from our stomachs gushed out of our mouths and noses! All three of us leaned over the copper bowls placed in front of us; we understood why they were put there. After getting permission from the hodja, we went to the bathroom to wash our faces and mouths.

The hodja told us, “With Allah’s permission, they cannot bother you anymore after this.” We expressed our gratitude and kissed his hands. I didn’t go to work that day. Mustafa abi dropped us off at Mevlüt’s place and said, “I’ll sort out work, you rest today.”

For a while, my sleep was filled with nightmares. I became afraid of being alone in dark, enclosed spaces. I had witnessed things many times worse than in horror movies. But strengthening my faith, starting to pray regularly, and visiting the hodja frequently helped me overcome this situation. Whenever we had time, Mevlüt, Mehmet, and I visited the hodja. We helped him with gardening, chopped his wood, and took care of his garden as much as we could. His knowledge, kind heart, and advice helped us overcome the psychological shock we experienced more easily. May Allah grant long life to him and others like him who dedicate their lives to the benefit of humanity. Amin.

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