The Pact with the Jinn | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story | A mysterious diary from a grandfather, an old jinn pact protecting the village, and a heavy price to pay. Young Adnan’s sacrifice, the jinn realm, and an unexpected rescue story.

Hello, I’m Adnan. Since my childhood, I grew up with the stories told in my family’s village. In the heart of Anatolia, deep in the countryside, tales about jinn were the indispensable flavor of evening teas. As a child, I listened with admiration to every word that came from my grandfather’s mouth, but there was always a fear, a shiver inside me.

Everything began after my grandfather’s passing. I was still in my teenage years then. Among the inheritance of my grandfather, who was the spiritual guide of the village, a leather-bound old diary was found. Inside the diary were details he had collected over the years about jinn and other supernatural beings. However, this diary was a starting point for me.

When I first opened the diary, a yellowed photograph fell out. In the photo, a young man sat under the village’s old plane tree on a summer day from years ago. On the back of the photo, handwritten, were the words “The secret that must be protected.” This mysterious note intrigued my young mind even more. That night, I saw the man in the photo in my dream; he was walking towards me, showing me the diary.

The next day, I started examining my grandfather’s diary more carefully. Each page mentioned a different type of jinn. However, in the middle of the diary, there was a map. This map pointed to the mountainous area around the village, marked with a red ‘X’. A small note was scribbled on the edge of the map: “It started here, it must end here.”

Towards the end of the diary, I found a letter written by my grandfather. The letter explained how the finder of this legacy should act, how they should protect themselves. In the letter, my grandfather detailed a pact made with the jinn. This pact was made in his youth to protect the village from a disaster; however, he wrote that the pact was nearing its end, posing a new danger to the village.

After learning this information, I pursued the secrets sleeping under an old tree in the village. Becoming the hero of the stories I listened to as a child was both exciting and frightening for me. But I knew this adventure would be an unforgettable turning point for me and my village.

The day I took the first step, the sky suddenly darkened, and the wind filled the village streets, rustling the leaves. I needed to reach the ‘X’ mark on the map before nightfall. I was advancing, carrying the courage and fear of a young man in pursuit of this dark legacy filled with jinn.

As I walked towards the mountain, all the supernatural beings my grandfather described in his stories came alive in my mind. With every step, the rustling from the leaves, the howling of the wind were the only sounds accompanying me. Holding the map tightly, the fear and curiosity within me raced against each other. As the sun set and the shadows lengthened, my surroundings became even more eerie.

When I reached the foot of the mountain, I saw that the place marked on the map was the mouth of a cave. The entrance was dark and unwelcoming; quite the opposite, a place you wouldn’t want to be drawn into. But the instructions in my grandfather’s diary were clear: I had to renew the pact, or the village would be in great danger. Taking a deep breath, I took out my flashlight and stepped into the cave.

The inside of the cave was larger and more complex than I expected. Stalactites rose from the ceiling and floor like silent witnesses of hundreds of years. As I proceeded, I noticed old, faded paintings on the wall. These paintings depicted humans and jinn together, sometimes in harmony, sometimes in conflict. These images showed that my grandfather’s stories were not just tales but represented a real history.

As I moved deeper into the cave, I heard an echo. At first, I thought this sound was the result of the wind passing through the narrow channels of the cave. However, the sound turned into a growing whisper, as if following my steps. I paused, looked around carefully. The sound was coming from deeper within the cave. My flashlight’s beam wasn’t enough to penetrate the darkness ahead, but I had no choice but to move forward.

Finally, I reached the deepest point of the cave. There was a large flat area here, and in the middle, the traces of a fire burned years ago still remained. What was written in the diary was true; this was the place where my grandfather and the village elders made the pact with the jinn.

I sat down next to the traces of the fire and opened the diary. The details on how to renew the pact were here. It involved a prayer followed by a call to communicate with the jinn. The words were ancient and powerful; as they spilled from my lips, the air around me began to change. As I finished the prayers, a rustle arose from the depths of the cave. Then a shadow, as if fleeing my flashlight’s beam, rapidly approached me. My heart began to beat fast.

An almost human-like silhouette appeared within the shadows. Was this a jinn, or another legacy left by my grandfather? I didn’t know. The shadow began to speak to me. Its tone belonged neither to a human nor to a completely alien entity. It said the time had come to renew the pact, but this time the conditions had changed. My eyes, filled with fear and curiosity, were fixed on the entity before me. When the jinn explained the new conditions, I understood how heavy the burden on my village’s future was. And at that moment, I learned the true cost of the pact made with the jinn.

The shadow in front of me slowly took on a more distinct form. This entity, partly human and partly resembling the descriptions of jinn, watched me with a disturbing calmness. “The price,” it said in a thoughtful tone, “has always existed. But now, a greater sacrifice is required.”

“What kind of sacrifice?” I asked, my voice trembling.

The shadow moved slightly with the wind rising inside the cave. “Your village has benefited from this protection for many years. But the world has changed, the balance between humans and jinn is disturbed. The true sacrifice means that one from your village must live in the world of the jinn and exist with us,” it said.

I swallowed hard at these words. My mother, father, and little brother immediately came to mind. “Who will go? And for how long?” I asked.

“Difficult to answer,” said the shadow, “but the choice is yours. We are just waiting for the candidate. And remember, this is not a return journey.”

This offer was beyond comprehension. However, my commitment to my grandfather’s diary and our village required me to make a decision. I took out the photograph of my grandfather from his youth and looked at it. He too had made a difficult choice like me. Perhaps the reality that our village constantly required a sacrifice was my grandfather’s legacy.

As I waited, I reviewed every face in my village in my thoughts. Finally, I made my decision: “I will go. I will make this sacrifice for my village,” I said.

A slight surprise appeared on the entity’s face. “A brave decision. Well, are you ready?” it asked.

“No, but it’s necessary. Tell me what I need to do,” I said.

The shadow drew a circle around the traces of the fire and directed me to the center. “You will wait here. At midnight, the gate will open. Then you will step into our world. There will be no return, but your village will be safe,” it said. As the shadow began to disappear, it left a final whisper, “Remember, this is a new beginning.”

As I sat there alone in the darkness of the night, I brought the faces of everyone in the village to my mind one last time. This was a sacrifice that had to be made for their peace. As the sky slowly darkened, I took my grandfather’s diary with me and turned its pages one last time. Every story written here would now be mine.

And finally, at midnight, a mysterious light shone from the depths of the cave. This light opened the doors to another world. I stood up and walked towards the light. The life I left behind, memories, loved ones… They would all remain as silhouettes. As I stepped into the light, the world I left behind closed silently, while the gates of a new universe opened wide. This was the story of how a pact with the jinn could change a person’s destiny. And in this new beginning, I would exist as the new hero of an old story.

As I passed through the light, I felt a numbness in my body. It was as if my being was disintegrating into atoms and reassembling. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a completely different place. The world I saw possessed a mystical and unusual beauty, like in the stories from my village. However, this place resembled no human dwelling. The laws of nature seemed to work differently here; partly crystallized trees, colorful clouds floating in the sky, and melodic sounds rising from the ground… Everything reflected the extraordinary nature of the jinn world.

When I took my first steps, I felt a vibration coming from beneath the ground. It was as if this world had perceived my presence and was reacting to me. Soon, jinn surrounded me from all sides. Some were close to human form, while others were in completely alien, indescribable shapes. They all scrutinized me with curious eyes. One of them, appearing older and wiser, stepped forward and greeted me. “Adnan, you are the one we have been waiting for,” said the old jinn. “You did what was asked, and now you are with us. This world may seem alien to you, but you will learn in time. Here, not only your physical being but also your soul has embarked on a journey.”

The old jinn showed me their world. With every step, I began to feel that I was part of this strange world. Life here was not like in the human world. The concept of time worked differently here; days and nights blended. The jinn lived in harmony with nature, preserving and utilizing the energy of every being.

After a while, the old jinn gave me a task. “Staying here is not just living, it is also a service,” he said. “Your task will be to strengthen the bonds between the two worlds. With the knowledge you bring from the human world, you will help them understand our world better.”

I felt the weight of my duty. However, I had to accept this new role. Every day I spent in the world of the jinn distanced me further from my village, my family, and the life I knew, but it also showed me a bigger picture of the universe. As days passed, I delved deeper into the life in the jinn world. What I learned was vastly different and more complex compared to the knowledge in the human world. Perhaps with this knowledge, a deeper understanding and harmony between humans and jinn could one day be achieved. My new role gradually transformed me from just a village boy into a sage who would build a bridge between two worlds.

But one day, I opened my eyes in a hospital room and faced reality. When I woke up, my mother and father were by my side. They had found me unconscious in the cave I went to. According to what my father later told me, events unfolded as follows: My father had also read the diary left by my grandfather and informed an old friend of my grandfather whom he hadn’t seen for a long time. This man was knowledgeable about jinn; he was even there when my grandfather made the pact. While my parents were waiting for this man to arrive, I took the diary and went to the cave. The jinn possessed me. My family panicked when they saw I didn’t come home that night. The next day, my grandfather’s friend arrived. When my father wanted to show him the diary, he couldn’t find it in its place. Combined with the fact that I was missing, they realized I was in the cave. Without wasting time, they came to the cave with my grandfather’s friend. My father took me to the hospital. My grandfather’s friend communicated with the jinn, learned the conditions for renewing the pact, and asked them to release me if the conditions were met. The black goats requested by the jinn were taken to the cave, a fire was lit in the same ritual area, and the ritual was completed. Thus, the jinn were kept away from our village for a while longer.

My grandfather’s friend visited me in the hospital and told me all this. For a long time now, thank goodness, nothing has happened. The lesson to be learned from this is not to be too curious.

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