The Grimoire in Box #13 | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story | Summary: Banker Sibel from Burdur finds her life changed by a grimoire found in box #13. She is forced to pay the price for the spells she casts. A true horror story.

Hello, my name is Sibel. I was 32 years old at the time, single. I lived with my parents in Burdur. I was in a troubled relationship; I had a boyfriend named Metin. I loved him very much, but we constantly wore each other down with arguments and fights. In the end, I was always the one to give in, every single time. It was like that. Mine was an obsessive love (kara sevda); we had been together for years and couldn’t make a final break.

I worked as a manager at a bank. Our bank was very busy and active during the day; I barely had time to scratch my head. On certain days of the week, large amounts of money would come into our bank, and on other days, money would go out. Security guards and officers from the central office handled the entries and exits very carefully and meticulously. In such situations, I never lost my seriousness; we handled the money transfers with extraordinary discipline. Customers often rented extra safe deposit boxes; we usually didn’t know exactly what was inside. Customers were very particular about this, and we did everything they asked to avoid losing them. These boxes usually contained valuable documents like deeds, papers, checks, etc.

One day, one of our officers came to me and said that the owner of safe deposit box number 13 hadn’t visited for about 6 months, and a brief investigation revealed that the owner had passed away. “What should we do?” he asked. “Let’s reach out to the relatives immediately and talk to them,” I said. We couldn’t reach the relatives; all their phones were turned off. “Let’s wait a bit; if no one comes, we’ll call a locksmith and open the box,” we decided. Amidst the busy work schedule, it was forgotten again.

Four months passed. I went down to the safe deposit box area with a customer who was retrieving a document from their box. Box number 13 caught my eye. I asked the officer in charge of renting the boxes, “What happened? Any developments regarding this box?” “No one has come or gone,” he said. I called the head office, explained the situation. Once permission was granted, I called a locksmith, we opened the box, and installed a new lock. I could now rent it out again. Inside the box, there was a book wrapped in cloth. I took the book and placed it in the drawer under the small coffee table in my office. I planned to look at it later, but I was very busy at the moment.

Exactly one week later, while having tea in my office during lunch break, I noticed the book in the coffee table drawer. “Oh, it was here, I forgot,” I said and picked up the book. I unwrapped it from the cloth and looked at it. The moment I touched the book, I felt a shiver run through me. What was this? I felt terribly creeped out. The book was about 250-300 pages long, with symbols on the cover and some sentences inside in a very strange language. I translated a few using my phone and realized it was Hebrew. It was a very old book. “If you know how to get help from them, they will change your life.” That was the sentence I translated. Who were ‘they’? Just then, the lunch break ended, and one of the employees came into my room, saying, “The armored car has arrived, ma’am, we need to transfer the money immediately.” I left the book on the table and went immediately. We had some business at another branch, finished that, and then I went home. At home, I started thinking about what had happened.

The next day when I got to work, I immediately looked at the table. I took the book from there and put it in my bag. “Nobody cares about it anyway,” I thought. “If anything happens, I’ll bring it back.” At home, I started examining the book thoroughly. There were dried bloodstains on some pages. I realized it was a grimoire, a book of magic. The partial translations I made using my phone described spells for luck and for binding someone’s fortune, along with instructions on how to perform them. I immediately closed the book and started thinking. Could this book make my life easier?

I took the book with me and started noting down some spells in my room. I decided to cast a spell to bind my boyfriend Metin more closely to me. I bought the materials during my lunch break, and they needed to be kept in a place without light for 7 days. At the end of the 7 days, on a Friday night, I would perform the spell. It was a chickpea spell (nohut büyüsü).

At the end of the seven days, I waited for Friday night. I turned off all the lights and, while boiling chickpeas in the kitchen, I recited the Hebrew words I had written on a piece of paper for about 2 hours, repeating them over and over. I stirred the chickpeas meanwhile. The only light came from the stove fire; the lights were off. I added a drop of my own blood to the chickpeas and kept them in a place without light. Later, I wrapped them in a black plastic bag several times and started hiding them.

During lunch break, I told Metin, “I’ll come visit you, don’t eat anything.” I made a chickpea dish at home, mixed those enchanted chickpeas into it, put it in a container, took it with me, and when I met Metin during lunch, I said, “I made this for you,” and gave him the food. He couldn’t resist my insistence and ate the chickpeas. He said it tasted a bit different but he liked it. From that day on, Metin started visiting my workplace constantly, calling me frequently on the phone, and showing his affection much more. Oh my God, it had worked!

I immediately started delving deeper into the book. “What else could be better in my life?” I thought. A better salary and a promotion! I found what I was looking for while browsing the book. It was a spell done with onion peels. It stated that onion peels were equivalent to money for ‘the entities’; they were very valuable to them. “This is necessary for them to help me,” the book said. I took onions and drew some symbols on some of the peels. I scattered symbol-less peels in many places around my house. The ones with symbols, I buried with my own hands at midnight after digging small holes.

After that day, I focused solely on my work, almost forgetting everything else. I couldn’t think of anything but work. I sometimes unintentionally neglected Metin. I worked late hours, ensuring the branch made more profit, and the senior managers at the head office noticed this, giving me a promotion and a good salary. I became the manager of a larger branch. Everything was going as I wished. Metin was constantly attentive to me, which made me very happy.

There were major problems between my mother and father. I had to do something for them too. They were constantly fighting; I even heard them sometimes cursing each other, wishing the other dead. I opened the book and studied it. I performed a spell for them too; a binding and peace spell. It was a simple spell using garlic and vinegar, and it showed its effect immediately.

After all these events, things started going wrong at my old branch; there were constant disruptions at the bank. They temporarily sent me back there. As I was driving from home back to the old branch, a black cat ran out in front of me! To avoid hitting it, I swerved and hit a tree on the side of the road. I went to the hospital by ambulance. My left arm was broken, and I had some injuries on my body. Frankly, I got off lightly in that accident. After resting at home for a few days, I returned to work. After work, because of the accident, I took a dolmuş (shared taxi) home.

In the dolmuş, I noticed a man in his 40s staring at me. Is he a pervert, a creep? I thought. Without showing any reaction, I headed home. After getting home and taking a shower, I had dinner with my family and went to my room. I fell asleep. I opened my eyes in a house of mourning. It was a dream. There was a shrouded corpse in the middle, and people around it were shedding tears. Nobody saw me; I walked among them. I woke up to my phone alarm ringing. I immediately got ready for work. I didn’t dwell too much on this dream, but it was still a strange dream.

Things were in chaos at the bank; it would take some time to sort things out. After work, I took the dolmuş home. I got off at a nearby market to buy a few things for dinner. As I got to the checkout to pay, just as I was about to take my bags and leave, that man from the dolmuş appeared again! He was next in line after me. He stared at me intently, mysteriously. Scared, I quickly left the place and hurried home. This man kept appearing before me; I was starting to get really scared. Honestly, he didn’t seem like a pervert or obsessive stalker; he looked at me more with anger.

After dinner in the evening, my parents went out for a walk. I was left home alone. After watching some TV, I went to my room to sleep. This time, I found myself in another dream. I was in a cemetery, wandering among the graves. I saw that black cat that caused my accident on top of a grave! It stood like a statue, staring at me. On the tombstone was the name of the owner of box #13 from our bank! I woke up with a start. My fears and anxieties were progressively increasing.

I took the afternoon off from work and went to the house of the owner of that safe deposit box. I couldn’t find anyone. I asked the neighbors and found out where the grave was. I went to the grave. The name was correct, and he was deceased, but there were small holes dug in the very center of his grave. Just as I was about to examine it more closely, I saw that man again in the distance! He was approaching me with slow steps. I didn’t know what to do. I turned my head towards the grave and tried to pretend I hadn’t seen him. He approached me, said, “You will pay the price!” and slowly walked away. I just stared after him, unable to do anything, frozen on the spot. I barely managed to pull myself together and waited by the grave for a long time, trying to compose myself. Meanwhile, I saw that ugly black cat wandering around me. It looked at me in such a way that I froze. It came closer and swiped at my face hard with its paw! It hurt so much that I screamed internally, a guttural cry! I immediately ran away from there. I took out the mirror from my bag and looked; the scratch marks from its claws were still on my face! “Oh my God, what is this?” I said. I immediately went home and started thinking about what happened. I guessed everything that was happening was connected to this book. “I’ll deal with this too when I pull myself together,” I decided.

This time, that man came into my dream. I was running in a completely empty forest. That man was behind me, following me. I was running, he was walking slowly, but the distance between us always remained the same; I couldn’t get away from him. Then he grabbed my arm and caught me! At that moment, I woke up startled again. I went to the bathroom and got ready. I wanted to leave the house as soon as possible. I took the book with me too.

When I got to the bank, our security guard insisted that a man wanted to see me. “Who is it?” I asked, “Send him in.” Yes, it was him! I looked at his face. “What do you want?” I asked. “You have something that belongs to me, I want it,” he said. “Or you will pay a very heavy price!” I understood; it was all about the book. “Okay, I’ll give it to you, but don’t ever show up in front of me again!” I said. “Give me the book; it’s impossible for you to see me anyway,” he replied. I gave him the book, and he quietly left.

I told a very close friend what had happened. My intention was actually to get some relief. She said, “It’s a good thing nothing happened to you! I know a hodja, I’ll take you to him. Look at your state; your arm is broken, you have scratches on your face. If you hadn’t given back the book, much worse things could have happened!” We went to the hodja, and I told him everything too. He said, “There’s no need to be afraid. I will give you an amulet (muska); try to carry this with you as much as possible, both inside and outside the house. They appeared to you in the guise of a man and a cat. It could have been much worse; if they had appeared in their true forms, you could have lost your mind.” That hodja read prayers over me. Then we came home.

Over time, the dreams stopped. The cat and the man didn’t come anymore. My life returned to its former state. I was back at my old branch. My mother and father started fighting again. Metin was acting like his old self; the spark within him seemed to have died out. Finding that book didn’t bring me any gain in this life; instead, I experienced terrifying things that not everyone could handle. However, these experiences truly taught me a good lesson.

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