The Jinn Swapped My Baby | A True Horror Story
True Horror Story | Summary: A neighbor’s newborn baby is swapped by jinn. The terror of the ‘Al Karısı’ is confronted with a hodja and a strange ritual. A true postpartum horror story.
Greetings, as I mentioned, paranormal events have always fascinated me. Although I find some stories I hear overly exaggerated, I never tire of listening and researching. Since one of the closest witnesses to the incident I’m about to tell is my mother, I share it with you knowing and believing its reality. I am writing the event exactly as my mother told it, in her words:
“Son, you were about 2-2.5 years old back then. Since your father was a police officer, we lived in police lodgings during that period. Naturally, only police officers and their families lived in those lodgings. We had a newly married neighbor. The year this incident happened, the woman had given birth. You know, normally, the mothers of women who give birth, or an older relative experienced in these matters, stay with them until they overcome the exhaustion, weakness, and the mental and physical fatigue process caused by childbirth. They help with all sorts of tasks; cooking, washing dishes, cleaning, they assist her in every way.
Also, the 40-day period after childbirth, which holds significance in both our culture and religion, is very important. In Anatolia, there’s the saying ‘kırkı çıkmak’ or ‘kırklanmak’ (completing the forty days). During this period, a woman who has just given birth is not left alone; someone is always with her. It is widely known that a type of female jinn called ‘Al Karısı’ or ‘Al Bastı’ disturbs women who have just given birth, scares them, and inflicts a kind of spiritual torment to make them grow cold towards their babies. Indeed, during the births of your sisters and you, I was greatly disturbed during that 40-day period; they scared me many times too. Mothers know what I’m talking about. Especially if your aura is open, these events happen more often, you know. These jinn entities, in particular, wait for opportunities when humans are most vulnerable, especially taking advantage of the low-energy state of exhausted people experiencing mental and physical collapse. And if the person is weak in faith, they are like a godsend for these entities.
Now, this new police officer and his wife who had just given birth, as I understood from their conversations, were not very religious people. They didn’t even consider these entities from the other realm as possibilities; they didn’t believe in their existence. Anyway, this poor woman gave birth. Of course, we went to congratulate her (‘hayırlı olsun’). Everything was fine. The baby, Mashallah (God has willed it), was healthy, a very beautiful child. However, neither her mother nor any relative came to help her. When we asked about this situation, she had said, ‘No need, I can take care of myself.’ Of course, even though we suggested someone should stay with her at least until her forty days were over, she didn’t pay much attention. When we mentioned the ‘completing the forty days’ concept and the ‘Al Karısı’, she viewed these terms as superstitions.
Although we were with her during the day, it wasn’t really possible at night. Also, police officers had night shifts. Sometimes they would go to the station for night duty and return in the morning when their shift ended. And so, that night, the husband of our neighbor who had just given birth went on duty, and her baby hadn’t completed its forty days yet.
The next morning, when the woman took the baby from the cradle to breastfeed, she experienced a huge shock. Because the baby looked completely different! We realized this after her scream echoed through the entire apartment building. We understood the sound came from the poor woman’s apartment, and several female neighbors immediately went to her home. The baby’s hair was standing on end, its eyes were round, it wasn’t crying or smiling, showing no reaction whatsoever. The mother, of course, was utterly bewildered. While wondering if the baby had perhaps developed a feverish illness during the night, deep down she was thinking, ‘This is not my baby.’ A mother would certainly recognize her child, but she couldn’t fathom any other possibility either. Because the baby she had put to sleep at night had completely changed, transformed, by the time she woke up.
Anyway, they immediately took the baby to the doctor with the father. However, after running tests, the doctor said the baby had no illness or problem, no abnormalities were seen in its bodily functions, and advised them to ‘Wait a few days, try to force it to drink milk,’ and offered similar suggestions. Of course, even after a few days passed, there was no improvement. The baby continued to have the same unresponsive, blank, strange appearance, showing none of the reactions expected from a newborn.
We also went to see the baby, several times on different days. We couldn’t say anything for fear of upsetting the woman, but this baby was something else, truly. It was as if the baby born had gone, and something else had taken its place. We couldn’t tell the woman this; we were afraid she would be offended. Childbirth is already a taxing process. We tried our best to console her so she wouldn’t collapse mentally after coming out of this taxing period, telling her everything would be alright.
After a few more days passed and the situation remained the same, I told my husband about it. I mentioned our neighbor’s baby’s condition and explained what had happened. Since my husband was devout and attended prayers, he had good relations with the mosque community and the hodjas (religious scholars). He told me: ‘I know a reliable hodja, if you want, I can tell him, maybe he can come and take a look.’ Of course, I didn’t immediately say ‘yes’. I couldn’t. Because I knew the woman’s perspective on these matters more or less. I was hesitant, fearing she might react negatively, but still, albeit hesitantly, I went to the woman and explained the situation. ‘We know a hodja, if you want, maybe he can come and take a look, what do you say? There’s no harm in it,’ I said. Although the woman wasn’t very positive at first, later, partly not to offend me, she said, ‘Okay sister, let him come and look.’ The fact that the doctor’s suggested treatment hadn’t worked had already forced her into this situation. I then told my husband that the woman had agreed and the hodja could come.
A couple of days later, the hodja came and thoroughly inspected the house, examining it in detail. Then he took the baby in his arms and examined it meticulously. He brought his face close to the baby’s mouth, nose, and eyes, looking from a few centimeters away. He deeply inhaled the baby’s scent. Then he continued examining for a bit longer and started exclaiming, ‘Oh dear, oh dear!’ When the hodja said this, we were all momentarily startled, of course. The poor woman’s eyes looked like they would pop out. After a while, the hodja calmed down, waited for us to calm down as well, and then began to speak: ‘Sister, the jinn have swapped this baby, but if you do as I say, with Allah’s permission, this matter will be resolved.’ After the hodja uttered these sentences, we were all shocked. However, the woman didn’t seem very affected; I think she still considered it something imaginary. I acted like a bridge facilitating communication between the hodja and the woman. ‘Okay hodja, what should we do? How will this be fixed?’ I asked the hodja.
The hodja turned to the woman and said, ‘Now, you will do exactly as I say. If you want this matter resolved, you have to do it. First, sweep up all the dust and dirt in the entire house and gather it behind the bedroom door. Then, take an egg and empty it; drain its liquid with a needle, and make a handle for that empty eggshell out of plaster. Place the egg with the plaster handle in the middle of the dirt you gathered behind the door. After that, invert the broom you swept the house with and lean it upside down against the back of your bedroom door. Then, go to sleep.’
Of course, these descriptions from the hodja seemed a bit strange to us. We wondered what kind of effect these interesting rituals he asked us to perform would have in the spiritual world. Our neighbor, however, completely accepted the situation and agreed to do these things. She said she would do it the next day when her husband went on night duty again, and then the hodja left.
After the hodja left, we didn’t see the woman for two days. We were very curious about what was happening. A few days later, we saw the woman, but her mood had changed drastically; she looked scared and anxious. After our insistence, she told us what happened that night. I’m relaying it in the woman’s own words:
‘That night, I did as the hodja said: I swept all the dust and dirt from the house and gathered it behind my bedroom door. Then I pierced a hole in an egg, emptied it, and made a plaster handle for the egg. Then I placed it in the middle of the dirt pile. Finally, I leaned the broom I had used upside down against the back of the door and went to bed. Of course, I didn’t really expect anything to happen. Anyway, it was around 3 AM. I was neither asleep nor fully awake. Suddenly, the door of the wardrobe opposite me started to creak open slowly. I fully opened my eyes; I was awake. From inside the wardrobe, a woman emerged, about 120-130 kilos, quite dark-skinned, almost black, extremely angry, her eyes bloodshot with rage, her curly hair standing on end as if electrocuted, and she was holding a baby in her arms! Looking at me and shouting, she yelled, ‘Who told you these things, huh? Who told you?! You swept the whole house’s filth! And you shamelessly made a handle for an egg and put it inside! You even turned the broom upside down and leaned it there! What kind of woman are you?! Who told you these things?!’ Of course, I was frozen at that moment, unable to speak or move. Tears were streaming down my eyes. The woman threw the baby she was holding onto the floor. Then she went back into the wardrobe, closed the door, and disappeared. Of course, while I was unconscious, the day had dawned. I woke up to the sound of intense baby crying. I pulled myself together and looked at my child; it was my baby! I immediately hugged and smelled him. I told my husband about the situation too, but for two days now, I can’t go near the wardrobe, I can’t take any clothes out of it. It feels like if I approach it, that woman will come out again, take my baby, and pull us into her world through the wardrobe.’
So, that’s how it was… That poor woman went to a psychologist for a long time. During this process, as far as I saw, she started connecting more with spiritual values. Years and years passed. I don’t know what she does now or where she lives; we lost contact. But the poor woman went through very heavy, very difficult things. May Allah not let anyone experience such a situation. Amin.”
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