Night of Terror in the Village | Paranormal Story

Paranormal Story: The story of a man who goes to his village upon news of his grandfather’s death, his father and wife’s strange behavior, a funeral with black shrouds, and a terrifying night turning into a nightmare.

My home was in the İlkadım district of Samsun. My parents lived nearby too. Around 4:00 AM, I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. It was my father. Saying, “I hope it’s nothing bad,” I answered the phone. My father told me that my grandfather had passed away and he was getting ready to go to his house. I was shocked. “Wait, I’m coming too,” I said and hung up. I woke up my wife, Burcu, told her my grandfather had passed away, and that we needed to go to the village. Burcu quickly got up, prepared a small suitcase, and we set off.

Halfway there, I called my father and asked, “Where are you?” My father said, “We’ve already left, you come directly to the village.” His voice sounded a bit strange. I brushed it off, thinking it was because he lost his father. We arrived in the village towards dawn. The village seemed deserted. The house on top of the hill was my grandfather’s house. I walked up the hill to my grandfather’s house. Only my father was at the door. But my father was just standing in front of the house, looking around soullessly. “Why is no one here, Dad?” I asked. My father said, “I don’t know.” Just… Burcu and I were strange. She hadn’t spoken the whole way. And his occasional smirk from under his mustache had driven me crazy.

“Where is Grandpa, Dad?” I asked. “Inside,” he replied. I went inside to see him. My grandfather was lying on the floor, wrapped in a black shroud. I went outside and asked my father, “Why did you wrap Grandpa in a black shroud?” My father said it had to be that way. “It must be the custom in this village,” I thought. I asked my father, “When will we bury Grandpa?” My father said he would wait for the night. Finally, unable to bear this absurdity anymore, I complained, “Are you people crazy? Black shrouds, burying at night, doing things without an imam or congregation!” and left the house.

I went down to the village square. I smoked my cigarette and looked at the houses. A lot of time had passed while I was looking at the beauty of the scenery, but it was very strange; I hadn’t seen a single person in the village. Dark clouds covering the sky started to darken the surroundings, and a light fog had descended. To return home, I started climbing up the slope. At one point, my eyes caught my father and Burcu standing at the end of the road. Both were wrapped in black shrouds, holding pickaxes and shovels, waiting at the end of the road! “Good God! Are they insane? The man must have lost his mind after his father’s death.’ Let’s say my father went mad, but what the heck is wrong with Burcu?” I thought.

Then suddenly, my phone rang. It was my father! At that moment, I felt the fear down to my bones. I lifted my head and looked at my father and Burcu at the head of the road. They were still there. With trembling hands, I answered the phone and said, “Hello?” It was my father’s voice on the phone. “Son, your grandfather came to visit us. Burcu is here too. You come over after work,” he said. It was as if my tongue was tied; I just stood there, unable to say anything. After my father said, “Hello, son, are you there?” a few times, he hung up. The phone fell from my hand. I looked up again at the figures I thought were Burcu and my father. Simultaneously, they raised their index fingers and said something in deep, terrifying voices, just like in horror movies. In panic, I immediately entered the hazelnut grove opposite and started running. I was running, but what good was it! No matter how far I thought I got, they suddenly appeared in front of me. When they appeared in front of me, I changed direction and ran the other way. Then suddenly, my foot stumbled, and I started rolling down the hill. Since the terrain was very steep, I couldn’t stop. I was slowing down by hitting the hazelnut trees, but my speed wasn’t completely gone. Finally, I stopped by falling into a stream at the bottom of the hill. I had hit my head hard. I could barely open my eyes. The last thing I saw with my slightly opened eyes was those two entities standing on the other side of the stream, giving me terrifying looks. Then my eyes closed.

When I opened them again, I was inside the work shuttle van. I usually had two hours of free time before picking up the factory workers; I would lie down and sleep inside the shuttle. I was so happy that everything was a dream, until I tried to sit up from the seat I was lying on. As I sat up, I was in pain. My clothes were soaking wet, and I was covered in mud. Unable to understand what had happened to me, I started crying in fear. I looked for my phone but couldn’t find it. I asked a passerby if I could use their phone. Amidst the man’s bewildered looks, I called my father and told him to come and get me.

When my father arrived, I was still crying. He took me to the hospital for the wounds and bruises on my body, and I was examined. My head needed stitches, and I was prescribed medication and sent home. When I told my father what happened, he didn’t believe me at first; he thought I had been mugged. But when he saw me insistently repeating the same things, he believed me, or he wanted me to think he believed. To prove it to him, I told him I dropped my phone near the big rock below my grandfather’s house. ‘Call your uncle, have him look,’ I said. My father’s uncle lived near my grandfather’s house. My father called him, “Uncle, sorry to bother you, but could I ask you a favor? Can you check near the rock below my father’s house? Is there a phone around there?” he asked. After talking for a bit, he hung up. About 10-15 minutes passed, and my father’s phone rang. It was his uncle. My father’s face fell, his complexion turned white as a sheet. My phone was lying right there on the ground by the rock, exactly as I had described.

We couldn’t make sense of what happened. We found a knowledgeable hodja, and some procedures were done. Since that day, I haven’t experienced anything like that again.

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