The Jinn in Love | Paranormal Story

Paranormal Story | Summary: Mert’s diary recounts his haunting by a jinn in love and his terrifying disappearance. A chilling horror story set in Istanbul.

(Narrated by Çağla)

It’s been two weeks since I lost my boyfriend. I still can’t believe he’s dead. He was acting a bit strange in his final days, and his death was quite suspicious. His body hasn’t been found since he died. After reading what I read that day, I couldn’t sleep at night out of fear. I sleep during the day and go to my friends’ houses at night. Sometime after the funeral ceremony, I got the diary that the police had taken for investigation. Reading what was written inside literally gave me chills. You’ll wonder what the police said about it. I asked, but they said things like “he was a young man with a highly developed imagination.” But I’ve never seen Mert lie. Knowing this, I decided to tell you what happened to me. I’m truly writing these lines with difficulty. I now understand those strange behaviors he exhibited recently.

(From Mert’s Diary)

Day One: Today was another ordinary day in my life. Since I live alone, I usually walk around the house half-naked. I’m paying heavily for these wanderings. The other day, I came out of the bathroom, and when I wiped the steam off the mirror, I saw a woman’s face behind me. I was terrified, quickly turned around, but no one was there. I got dressed immediately. Thinking I was hallucinating, I didn’t dwell on it much. I was sitting in the living room when I heard a woman calling me from the bathroom. It was clear something was wrong, but I thought it was just my imagination and ignored it. I turned on the TV; there was a good action movie. I was engrossed in it when suddenly the TV turned off. I got up to check the TV, fiddled with the cables behind it. Then, when I looked at the buttons, I saw the power button was in the off position. It was as if an invisible hand had pressed it, turning off the TV. I pressed the button and turned the TV back on. Suddenly, a woman appeared on the screen. I thought the channel must have changed. The face on the screen was terrifying. A woman with blood oozing from her mouth and skin as white as milk was looking at me. I immediately grabbed the remote, randomly pressing the channel change buttons, but the channel wouldn’t change. Finally, I unplugged it, and it turned off. I was very scared. I decided to go out for some fresh air. While wandering aimlessly in the streets, a pitch-black dog started barking at me. But it wasn’t a normal bark. The dog, with stark white teeth and yellow eyes, was barking at me with all its might. I was terrified, thought it would attack, and prepared to defend myself. But it just barked, never attacked. Then it suddenly stopped barking, turned around, and left. A little further, I saw a man dressed in black, whose face was hidden, standing at the corner. He was pointing at me. I went up to him, “What is it?” I asked. With a strange glint in his eyes and a terrifying smile on his face, he said, “You’ll see.” I tried to follow him; he had turned the corner. I quickly turned the corner too. It was a dead-end street. It was as if the ground had swallowed the man. On the large wall at the end of the street, “NO ESCAPE” was written in red. I shuddered deeply and decided to go home.

Day Two: When I got home last night, it was 5 AM. I was exhausted, didn’t even have the energy to think. I fell asleep as the morning adhan (call to prayer) was being recited. Today was a calm day until the evening. When I came home from work in the evening, my girlfriend Çağla came over. We had a nice time together. While watching a movie, the TV went black again. A shiver went down my spine. My fish in the aquarium suddenly jumped out onto the water’s surface. Çağla got up and put the fish, flapping on the carpet, back into the aquarium. After this incident, we forgot about the TV. Çağla asked, “How did that happen? How can this fish jump out of the aquarium?” “I don’t understand either,” I said. “Anyway, check the TV, what’s wrong with it?” she said. As I was looking behind the TV, a woman’s voice from inside the TV said, “I love you.” Thinking it was Çağla, I said, “I love you too.” When Çağla asked, “Excuse me, did you say something?” a fear crept into me. Not wanting to scare Çağla, I said, “I didn’t say anything.” The TV returned to normal, but it was late. We went out to take Çağla home. When I came back to my own place, as I was taking off my shoes in the hallway, a woman’s voice from the living room said, “Welcome home, dear.” I started screaming. As I tried to leave the house, an invisible hand pushed me to the ground. I was trying to crawl towards the door, but the same hand was holding my feet. I was about to swallow my tongue out of fear. Then it suddenly stopped. I immediately threw myself out the door. In the middle of the night, not knowing where to go, I walked the streets like a vagrant. As I passed by a construction site, a woman’s voice came from the darkness. “Help!” she had screamed. When I looked towards the darkness, a woman holding a knife was looking at me. Red stuff, which I assumed was blood, dripped from the tip of the knife, and when the drops hit the ground, smoke rose from it. The woman’s hair covered half her face. I immediately called the police, thinking someone was killing someone. When the police arrived and went inside, they found countless dead cats and dogs inside. I described the woman. As the police car drove away, “NO REMEDY” was written in black on the back. When I got home, it was almost morning.

Day Three: I must have fallen asleep last night trying to understand what I experienced. When I woke up, it was almost evening. I got out of bed and grabbed something to eat. Then I went into the bathroom. While showering, it felt like someone touched my back. It was very distinct, I felt it. I looked behind me, no one was there. I quickly finished my shower and got out. While drying my hair, my eyes caught the corner of the bathroom in the mirror. In the corner, a pitch-black and tall shadow was looking at me. It had no eyes, but it was there, and I was sure it was looking at me. I slowly turned around, but there was nothing. An hour later, Çağla arrived. While sitting, she looked at the back of my neck and asked, “Did you fight with someone?” When I said, “No, where did that come from?” she replied, “There are five fingerprints on the back of your neck.” Astonished, I said, “What are you talking about?” Then she said, “Wait a minute,” and took a picture. Indeed, there were five fingerprints on the back of my neck. Çağla said, “Don’t scare me, you clearly fought. Where did this happen?” Not wanting to scare her, I lied. “I scuffled with 3-5 thugs on the street,” I said. We left the house to take Çağla home. On the way back, I didn’t want to go home. I thought something terrible would happen to me again, but I had nowhere else to go. It was late; I couldn’t go to any friend’s place at this hour. When I arrived home, everything seemed normal. I went straight to bed. Then suddenly, a raspy woman’s voice came from the living room, “I don’t want that girl!” I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. “Did you hear me? That girl is not coming to this house again!” she said. Again, my lower jaw trembled with fear. Barely speaking, I asked, “Who are you?” Suddenly, my room door flew open and slammed shut. I screamed out of reflex. I just sat there on the bed. Standing in front of the door was a woman in a black dress, with black hair, whose eyes and even face were hidden by her hair. I stared at her motionlessly. “I will come to take you,” she said. “Where?” I asked. “There is a village, near that village is a cave. From now on, we will live together in that cave,” she said, smirking. “No! I don’t want to come! And who are you, what are you? Tell me!” I demanded. “You will find out soon,” she said and suddenly disappeared. That voice was the eeriest and most terrifying sound I had ever heard in my life. It sounded like the yelp of a wolf.

Day Four: Last night, huddled in a corner of the room in anxiety, trembling, I must have dozed off. When I heard the adhan, I woke up despite my heavy sleepiness. As the morning adhan began, I immediately got dressed and went to the mosque. I told the mosque imam what had happened to me. He asked, “Did you walk around with your private parts exposed at home?” Somewhat embarrassed, I replied, “Yes.” “It seems a female jinn has fallen in love with you,” he said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I wasn’t particularly religious, nor did I know any prayers. “So what should we do, Imam Effendi?” I asked. “I don’t have much knowledge on this subject. There is a hoca (religious scholar/exorcist) in this neighborhood, they say his breath is powerful. Go there,” he said. I went to the hoca the imam described. I recounted the events one by one. The hoca, listening attentively, said, “The imam spoke correctly, a female jinn has fallen in love with you. Is she Muslim or an infidel? Did she say anything about which tribe she belongs to?” “How would I know, hocam? We didn’t exactly have a conversation,” I said. “Okay, we will find out now,” he said. He had me sit on the floor and brought a bowl of hot water in front of me. “Spit into the water,” he said. I spat. Then he put some ash into the water-filled bowl. He covered me with a cloth and told me I needed to close my eyes. I couldn’t see the procedures he performed after that, but he was doing something else. Then he started uttering Arabic words I didn’t understand. Giving in to my curiosity, I opened my eyes. Since the cloth covering me was extremely thin, I could see the room. To the hoca’s right and left were two large shadows. When I looked in the mirror behind the hoca, I almost screamed. Behind me were three shadows. Their faces were so terrifying that I struggled not to scream. The hoca must have realized I opened my eyes because he shouted, “Close them!” I closed them. I started listening to the sounds. “Don’t you know it is forbidden to meddle with this mortal?” the hoca asked. A woman’s voice said, “We know, of course, but he also needs to know not to walk around the house with his private parts exposed. When he walks around with his private parts exposed, his guardian angels leave him alone, and we can see him easily.” It was such a terrifying voice that my ears could barely stand it. “Leave the poor man alone! Even if he walks around with his private parts exposed, it’s no excuse for you to haunt him!” said the hoca. “We won’t leave him! My daughter is here too, she loves him! We will take him!” she said. The hoca said, “His soul returns only to his Creator, you know this.” The entity replied in its disgusting voice, “Then we will exploit his body!” Shouting began, a tremendous noise erupted. The hoca shouted, “My son, these are infidel jinn and they are numerous! I don’t have the strength to deal with them!” and his voice cut off. I immediately threw the cloth off me. The place was in utter chaos. I ran home. I wanted to pack my things and leave. The sound of the aquarium breaking came from the living room. I didn’t care; I just wanted to escape. Then I heard a woman scream. I was so scared that when I stood up and turned into the hall, I saw her. Her feet were turned backward, her eyes crossed, and her teeth very sharp. She had no lips, and her eyes were pitch black. She was coming towards me. “You belong to me!” she said. I closed my eyes and started reciting the Basmala. I regretted so much not learning any prayers… Yet my parents had enrolled me in Quran courses when I was little, but I had always run away. When I opened my eyes again, the creature had disappeared. I know she will come back. Running won’t help. So right now, I’m just sitting and writing these lines. Çağla, I know you will read my diary if something happens to me. I want you to know that I truly loved you very much. I wanted to tell you these things, but I was afraid you would think I was crazy. Events unfolded so quickly that even I couldn’t understand what was happening.

(Narrated by Çağla)

The diary entries ended here. That morning, when Mert didn’t reply to my messages or calls, I started looking for him. When I called his workplace, I learned he hadn’t gone to work. Hoping against hope, I went to his house. His last worn shoes were by the door, but he wasn’t opening the door. I learned that Mert’s spare key was with a neighbor. When the neighbor came and opened the door, I went inside and was shocked. I couldn’t find Mert at home, but everything was trashed, and the walls were covered in blood. After calling the police, the diary sitting on his desk caught my attention, but I didn’t touch it to avoid damaging any evidence. Last week, I learned the truth thanks to the diary I received from the police. The police say that during their detailed search of Mert’s house, they found no signs of forced entry, broken windows, or similar findings. Based on the investigations, it was determined that the blood found everywhere in the house belonged to Mert. Since it’s impossible for someone who lost so much blood to survive, the police authorities consider Mert dead and are not searching for him. As Mert’s nail marks were found on the walls of the house, the police are considering the possibility of a struggle. I know there’s no logical explanation for all this. The police also suspected he might have had psychological issues due to what was written in the diary. I know they took my Mert, but I’m afraid they might come back one day, and I miss Mert so much. For the first few days, I took refuge in a country house with my group of friends. I lived with people here; I couldn’t stay alone. I was afraid something would happen to me. Now, I go to my friends’ houses at night.

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