Our Love With the Jinni Named Ezra | True Horror Story

True Horror Story | A terrifying, true horror story about Evren, who fell in love with Ezra in the village forest, only to realize she was a jinni.

Hello everyone, I’m Evren. I want to tell you about something that happened to me. I used to live in a village. Well, there were many reasons why I lived in the village back then, but one of the main reasons was my family; my mother and father were in the village. Since I didn’t want to leave them alone there, I had to live in the village too. Honestly, I didn’t have any major complaints or problems with living in the village.

I took a year off work before going to university. Normally, my father had a field, and I worked there with him. It was good, but I had to take a break for the exam. After the university entrance exam, I made my choices for universities and got into my first choice. I studied at university for four years, completed my military service, and then returned to the village. Normally, I planned to go to the city to work. Villages weren’t like they are now; it was a place with poor settlement, where electricity constantly went out. Not like the villages today. So, to avoid too much hardship, I had considered the city, but my family wasn’t keen on it either.

I had actually told my father many times: “Sell the house, the tractor, the lands, let’s move to the city. We can either start a business or both get jobs, we’ll get by just fine,” but my father wasn’t very receptive to the idea. My father was like the old-fashioned dads, a bit narrow-minded. But I couldn’t say anything because, ultimately, he was my father and older than me. So, I couldn’t insist on my idea or say anything else. That’s why we all continued to stay in the village. During this time, I took over the business from my father and was running it completely. I hired the workers, paid their wages. I had become a grown man, naturally.

At that time, I was constantly looking at the girls in the village, searching for a suitable match, but of course, since I had studied at university, there weren’t many people I could relate to. Even though I wasn’t pushing it much, like every mother, my mom exaggerated the situation, constantly looking for girls and telling me about them. After a point, this situation started to annoy me, so because I didn’t want my mother to find someone for me, I confronted her to talk about it. “Mom,” I said, “look, it’s nice that you constantly tell me about girls, show me girls. Maybe this is right for you, after all, you’re setting up your son, but this really isn’t the way. There’s a proper way, etiquette. Let me find the woman I’ll marry myself. Don’t tire yourself out unnecessarily, I’ll handle it. I haven’t found a girl I like yet. If I can’t find one in the village, you can look in other villages, but first, let me look myself.” My mom said, “Okay then,” and understood, never mentioning girls to me again.

And indeed, just as I promised my mom that day, I started looking for girls myself. By looking, I mean observing from afar, checking them out. If I found someone I liked, I would tell my mom directly, but there hadn’t been anyone. Either someone’s personality wasn’t good, or someone was greedy, or stubborn… Like this, I hadn’t approved or wanted any girl. Just as I was about to tell my mom, “Mom, I haven’t found anyone I like, you look,” someone visited the village with her mother that day.

I saw them that morning when I stopped by the grocery store to buy cigarettes. They had bought bread and a few snacks. Just as I took the cigarette, they entered with bread in hand. The girl and I made eye contact for a brief moment, and when I involuntarily turned back again, the girl had also turned her head and was looking at me. She was truly, unbelievably beautiful. As I walked back to the car, I kept looking at the girl, but finally, involuntarily, I got in the car, turned my head from the road, and started driving. As I drove away, I saw them leaving in the rearview mirror. I thought to myself, “Goodness, I wonder if they just moved here?”

Lost in these thoughts, I had already arrived at the field. Even in the field, I was thinking about that girl; I couldn’t stop it in any way. She kept coming to my mind, and I couldn’t focus properly on work. Since I couldn’t do the work properly, I turned to the working friends and said, “You guys handle it,” threw myself onto the tractor seat, and started thinking about the girl. I felt really strange; I think I had fallen in love with that girl. That’s why I was so astonished. Since it was the first time I experienced something like this, I was overly fixated on the situation. I kept thinking like this until all the work was done; I hadn’t even been able to work properly.

Evening came. After work, having paid everyone, I started heading home. I was excited because I was finally going to tell my mom about someone, and my mom would go and try to meet the girl. When I got home, while we were at the dinner table, I told them what happened that morning. My mom was very happy too. She turned to me and asked a bunch of questions like, “Who? When did you see her? Where did they go?” I explained everything in detail to my mom. “There’s nothing definite yet, Mom, calm down. Let me talk to her first, then you can talk,” I said. That night, I went to bed with excitement and slept.

The next day, even though I normally worked, I was very excited. I woke up even before the morning call to prayer and got in the car to pick up the workers. We were loading all the workers into a pickup truck and heading to the field. Just as we were on the road, I saw the girl I was smitten with at first sight. I immediately pulled the car over to the side of the road and called out to the girl, “Excuse me?” I said. The girl turned her beautiful, moon-like face towards me. “I’m not bothering you, am I? I can give you a ride wherever you’re going,” I said. The girl said, “Okay,” and got into the car gracefully. As we drove, we talked quite nicely, and I even learned her name: Ezra. It was obvious she was foreign; her speech wasn’t perfect either, but who cared? Ultimately, I had fallen in love with her and loved her.

While chatting with the girl, we came to a place full of fig trees. Ezra turned to me and said, “Stop here, don’t come any further. I have things to do, I’m late for somewhere,” and got out hastily. But I hadn’t been able to get the girl’s phone number or any way to contact her. I was too late. The workers were waiting too. I immediately turned the car around and went back. When I picked up the workers and returned to the field, that girl was still on my mind; I couldn’t even work properly. Finally, thinking, “I’m the boss anyway, what does it matter?” I sat down in the shade of a tree and started watching the workers.

All the work was finished towards the evening, but it wasn’t dark yet. After paying the workers their wages, I dropped them off, bought a pack of cigarettes, and thought, “I’ll take a walk through the forest to clear my head.” I normally always came and went to this forest, but this time there was a strange atmosphere within me and in the forest. Despite it being summer, it was cold and gloomy. I didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking, “It’s just a forest,” and moved on. On one hand, I was smoking my cigarette, and on the other, thinking about the girl. I thought to myself, “Goodness, did I really fall for this girl? Can it happen this fast?”

I don’t know how it happened at that moment, but I felt that I had walked a lot and was tired. I decided to sit under a tree to catch my breath. As soon as I sat down, my eyes grew heavy and closed. I couldn’t control myself at that moment. I saw something between a dream and reality. At the same time, in my dream, I was inside this forest, walking without knowing the way, as if someone was controlling me. I walked quite a bit and finally came to a fire. While examining the fire, the first thing that caught my attention were the beings wandering around the fire, dancing like idiots. I say silly, but they were dancing as if performing a ritual; they were all in formation. As I watched them in amazement, they all turned to me at once. I stared, unable to move at all. Normally, if I could control myself, I probably would have run away from there at full speed, but I couldn’t move at all, couldn’t even move my mouth. Finally, our staring contest with those things didn’t last long, and they started coming towards me slowly, almost floating. But I still couldn’t move. Finally, all those things formed a circle and surrounded me. Just like they circled the fire, they circled around me, murmuring something and dancing. Suddenly, these rituals ended, and they all dispersed.

When I opened my eyes, I was under the same tree where I had last lain down, and it had gotten quite dark. As I looked around, wondering how to get back, I saw the girl. Right in front of me, with her beauty and innocence, she was looking at me with a slight smile. I immediately called out, “What are you doing here at this hour?” The girl replied very innocently, “This is my home anyway, and from now on, you are mine too.” I asked, stunned, “What do you mean?” The girl floated towards me like an angel in her slightly muddy white dress. She came right up to me and held out her hand. I immediately, as if waiting for this, held out my hand and took hers. The girl said, “Don’t tell anyone what you saw, or they will separate us, and we won’t be able to see each other anymore.” I just kept saying, “Okay.” It was as if Ezra had enchanted me with her beauty, truly enchanted me. She looked at me and said, “Come here every night. We can meet here every evening and talk.” She was calm while saying this, but then suddenly got angry and said, “If you don’t come, I will come to you, and then it won’t be good for you!” I nodded and said, “Okay.”

We wandered in the forest together until morning without saying anything. 5-10 minutes before the morning call to prayer, Ezra said, “My dear, I have to go now,” and walked away without another word. I wanted to follow her, but just like in my dream, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t move until she disappeared from sight. Finally, when she vanished, the call to prayer was also heard, and I suddenly started moving again. As soon as I came to my senses, I ran home as fast as I could. Thankfully, my family hadn’t woken up yet. When I looked at the clock, I saw that I needed to pick up the workers, but since I was very tired and sleep-deprived, I woke my father up and told him to go. He didn’t refuse and said, “Okay.” Just as I was about to lie down, I saw red henna on my hand. As I looked at it, I wondered, “Goodness, when was this applied?” but I couldn’t recall any such time. Finally, tired of thinking, I gave up. I slept almost until noon.

When I woke up, I had no appetite. The only thought in my mind was for the evening to come quickly so I could go to the forest and see her. After idling around until the evening, I left the house around the time of the evening prayer and walked towards the forest. On my route towards the forest, there was also a mosque. Just as I was heading towards the forest, the mosque’s imam, Recep Hoca, saw me. “Ooo Evren, what are you up to, my lion?” he said. Since he appeared suddenly and asked, I replied, “Hocam, I just went out for a walk, I’m going to the forest, feeling a bit down.” Recep Hoca looked me up and down, then said, “Alright then, be careful,” and started walking towards the mosque. As the hoca left, I took my path towards the forest. Only Ezra was on my mind at that moment. I couldn’t help but wonder, “What if she’s not there?”

Finally, I reached the forest and went to the place where I waited last time. Just as I was looking around wondering, “Where is Ezra?” she came floating from the opposite side like an angel. Seeing her, I got excited instantly. She came up to me, smiled, and said, “So you came.” We wandered together again until morning, but this time Ezra was a bit different. She sniffed a few animal carcasses and filth she found on the ground. Instead of being disgusted while sniffing them, she seemed to enjoy it, and this situation inevitably disgusted me somewhat. There was a world of difference between the innocent girl I first saw and the Ezra I saw now. I didn’t want to see her like this or look at her. As if sensing my state, she suddenly dropped the animal carcass she was holding, grabbed my throat with her long nails, and threatened me and my family, saying, “You can’t leave me! If you try to run away from me, then I will become your nightmare!” Ezra literally gave me nightmares until morning. She left again near the morning call to prayer.

When the morning call to prayer sounded, I realized she wasn’t human, but a jinni. My stupid head… I don’t know what kind of magic it was, what state of mind I was in; it took me a few days to understand this. Why were we meeting in the forest anyway? That day, thankfully, my father was going to take the workers again. When I went home, there was no henna on my hand this time. Normally, it takes a long time for henna to fade from the hand, but it was gone in a day. I threw myself onto my bed again and slept until the afternoon.

When I woke up the next day, I performed a few rak’ahs of prayer, perhaps to ease my mind. I didn’t want the evening to come at all, but unfortunately, it did. But this time I wasn’t going to the forest; I was going to stay home. A few hours after the night call to prayer, I went to bed because I would be going instead of my father now; I would pick up the workers. But unfortunately, that jinni named Azra woke me from my sleep. Before I could even open my eyes and understand what was happening, she grabbed my throat and tortured me, saying, “Why didn’t you come today? You can’t escape me!” After a while, I started losing my breath, and my vision began to blur slightly. Just then, my father entered the room and turned on the light. I controlled myself and looked for Ezra in the room, but she was nowhere and had suddenly disappeared. My father stared at me blankly and said, “Son, what the hell is going on? You were screaming in your sleep like someone was strangling you.” Just as I turned to look at my father, I saw Ezra behind him in the hallway, laughing terrifyingly. I suddenly shouted at my father, “Dad, behind you!” My father turned around in panic, but there was nothing there. I was literally on the verge of going crazy. My father came to my side, stroked my head as if I were a small child, and said, “Son, it was a dream, don’t dwell on it too much,” waited by my side a little longer, and then went to his bedroom.

I stayed up until morning with the light on, praying. Towards morning, the idea of going to the mosque and talking to Recep Hoca came to my mind. I had to ask for help. I told my father, “I’m feeling a bit unwell,” and gave him the keys. After my father left, I performed ablution and went straight to the mosque without even looking back. Thankfully, there weren’t many people in the congregation that day, and after we finished our prayers, I had the opportunity to tell the hoca about the situation. The hoca knowingly said, “Son, I sensed something was wrong with you, but I couldn’t have imagined it was this serious. Come, let’s sort this out,” and took me to his house. Recep Amca was an elderly hoca, and since I knew he was very good at these matters, I could trust him.

When we went to his house, Recep Hoca took me to a small room, burned something like incense in a copper bowl, added a liquid to it, and let a few drops of blood drip from my ring finger. Then he recited prayers over it for almost hours and blew on it. Finally, when smoke stopped coming from the bowl, he dipped his hand in, saying “Bismillah,” and rubbed it on my hand. He looked at me and said, “My child, do not wash this off your hand until the next morning call to prayer. If necessary, hold your toilet needs or don’t wash your hand. At the next morning call to prayer, after washing this off your hand, perform ablution and pray regularly.”

I did exactly as Recep Hoca said and didn’t wash that thing off until the next morning call to prayer. The following night, after the morning call to prayer sounded, I washed it off. Normally green, that substance flowed from my hand like red henna with every wash. Finally, after getting it off, I performed ablution and prayed. From that day on, I started praying five times a day regularly. Thankfully, nothing bad happened to me. I went to Recep Hoca to tell him this and to ask exactly what had happened. The hoca said, “Son, a female jinni fell in love with you and applied henna. Only those whose veil of sight is lifted can see it. That henna shows you are claimed. By Allah’s permission, we resolved it, but still, don’t let the Quran leave your room or prayer leave your tongue.”

So, Recep Hoca broke the henna that the jinni had applied to me. By Allah’s permission, I was able to overcome this difficult situation thanks to him.

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