Mosque Terror at 3 AM | Paranormal Story
Paranormal Story: This tells of a teacher’s encounter with a shrouded congregation at 3 AM in the mosque he went to for morning prayer, and the unbelievable moments of terror he experienced afterward.
It had been two years since I graduated from university, but I still hadn’t been appointed. For now, I was working as a Turkish teacher at a private tutoring center (dershane). After my father passed away, my mother became a legacy left to me by my father; wherever I went, I took her with me. My faith in God had also developed thanks to my mother. Whenever I could, I would go to the mosque at every call to prayer (ezan) and perform my prayers (namaz). When I couldn’t go, I would definitely pray at home, at the tutoring center, or wherever I happened to be.
Today was also Friday. Since I had to go to the tutoring center early in the morning, I performed the prayer at home. While having breakfast, I tried to keep my mother happy and chatted with her. Just as I was preparing to leave the house, my mother said, “May joy never leave your face, my son.” After losing my father, I had become even more attached to my mother; even a single kind word could bring tears to my eyes. “Yours too, Mom,” I said, kissed her cheeks, and left the house.
The tutoring center wasn’t very close. Since I hadn’t been appointed to a state school, finding a job hadn’t been easy either. Still, I loved my profession and my students. And then there was Rana, who taught the same subject as me at our tutoring center… I had been watching her from afar for months but could never bring myself to approach her. I was shy in these matters, so I was always the loser. My only wish was that she would notice me one day. Occasionally, she would ask how I was doing, giving me a chance to talk to her, but it was no use; I still couldn’t overcome my shyness.
When I came home after the tutoring center finished, I was so tired that I threw myself into bed without even eating dinner. Every morning, I would wake up for the dawn prayer (sabah ezanı) on my own; I didn’t need to set an alarm. Morning had come; it was twilight outside. I think I was late. I hastily got dressed and went downstairs. I walked quickly towards the mosque. I entered the mosque, breathless. The hodja (imam) was leading everyone in prayer. Perhaps due to drowsiness, I was only just noticing that the mosque lights weren’t on. When the hodja said “Allahu Ekber” (God is the Greatest), the lights turned on, and all the people were praying dressed in burial shrouds (kefen), covered in dust and soil! Frozen in fear, I just watched them. I looked at my watch, as if it would somehow explain what I was seeing… It was 3 AM! Experiencing another shock, I realized I had to escape this absurdity and ran out of the mosque.
When I got home, I felt an involuntary weakness and fatigue. It was as if I would die if I didn’t sleep. Despite myself, I fell asleep trembling after these events.
When I woke up in the morning, I realized I hadn’t gotten over the effect of last night’s nightmare. Nightmare? Yes, I know, I couldn’t have fabricated such an event even if I wanted to, I thought and laughed to myself. I got dressed. Since Saturdays were my only day off, I could only go to the mosque on Saturday mornings. I went downstairs. Since I couldn’t find my wristwatch, I looked at the wall clock. There were five minutes until the call to prayer. “I can make it,” I thought and didn’t walk too fast. When I arrived at the mosque, the hodja was also preparing to lead the prayer. I joined a row (saf), between an old man and a young boy. We performed the morning prayer, said our supplications. Just as we were about to leave, the hodja called out: “O congregation (cemaat)! I found this watch in the mosque. Whose is it? Does anyone know or has anyone heard?” I looked at the watch he was holding. Tears fell from my eyes due to the shock and fear I experienced. The watch was mine, and it showed 3 AM.
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