The Possessing Amulet | A True Horror Story

True Horror Story: A chilling true story about uncontrollable anger triggered by a mysterious childhood amulet, supernatural possession (jinn), and the struggle for salvation with a hoca’s help.

Hello, I’m Hasan, 24 years old. I want to share an incident that happened to me about 9-10 years ago.

I was a very mischievous child; the kind they call a ‘rascal’, so to speak. People would come to our door complaining every day. I remember many things vaguely. I was in the third grade of primary school and was a very aggressive child. I would get angry and confrontational over the smallest things.

There was an uncle who came every day after school. He introduced himself as a friend of my father. He was a man in his fifties with green eyes, white curly hair, and a long white beard. He always wore the same clothes: a dark brown coat and torn shoes. He was unkempt, as you can imagine. I loved this uncle very, very much. He would come to my school every day, buy me things like simit (Turkish bagel), pastries, and fruit juice from the canteen, and make me happy. I never asked his name; I always called him “uncle”. The uncle loved me very much too; every time he came, he would play with my long black hair, saying, “You are one of a kind.” When my friends came while he was there, he would get angry at them and chase them away; he wanted to be alone with me.

I’ll never forget, one day he came to me and said, “You are a very good person, but you are sick, son. I want to help you.” Surprised, I replied, “What sickness?” “But you wouldn’t know. Trust me, I will heal you,” he said, handing me an amulet (muska). Of course, I know it’s an amulet now; back then, I didn’t know what it was. After examining it a bit, I asked, “What is this?” “This will protect you. Don’t show it to anyone, and never, ever take it off,” he said. Since I loved and trusted the uncle very much, I said, “Okay,” and put it in my pocket. That amulet always stayed in my trouser pocket; every time I changed clothes, I took it back with me.

Until the end of the fourth grade, he would come every day, recite something like a prayer, and kiss and hug me. When I moved to the fifth grade, I never saw him again. I had gotten so used to him that I felt a void in his absence. With my child’s mind, I searched for him street by street, hoping to see him, but it was futile. After he left, I didn’t pay as much attention to the amulet he gave me. After forgetting to take it with me a few times, it got lost.

In the fifth grade, I fell in love with a girl, childishly, of course. I could never muster the courage to go and talk to her; I would always watch her from afar. I didn’t have a biological brother, but I had Oğuzhan, whom I loved like a real brother. He was like me; they called us the “tough duo” of the school. We were inseparable, always going into fights together. As I said, because we were the tough duo, we were never short of fights and quarrels. Sometimes we got beaten up together, sometimes the two of us stood up to ten people.

In the sixth grade, we gained notoriety for our quarrelsome attitude. The big mistake I made that day, which I can’t forget, was what particularly made me a feared person. An argument with a shopkeeper opposite the school over a simple reason escalated, and I was attacked by several people. In a momentary fit of rage, I went home, took my grandfather’s rifle, and went to the man’s house. When the man walked towards me, I shot him in the arm with the rifle. The police took me to the station and tried to get my statement, but I remembered nothing; it was as if the events were wiped from my memory. Because I was underage and the other party didn’t press charges, I was released. My grandfather and grandmother came and picked me up from custody. Knowing my temperament, they didn’t press me, didn’t say a single word.

I didn’t go to school for about a week after the incident. Many rumors spread about me, like “he went to prison,” “the man died,” but the man was only injured. Three days after this incident, my grandmother couldn’t bear it anymore and confronted me, crying. “What happened? Why did you do it, son?” she asked. Coldly, I said, “I didn’t do anything, I didn’t shoot him.” But I had done it, I just didn’t remember. By the way, my mother and father passed away when I was just one year old. My grandfather and grandmother raised me, so I call them mom and dad. They endured a lot because of me; I owe them a lot.

My mom (grandmother) said, “Son, these angry moods of yours are not a good sign. I’m going to take you to a hoca (religious scholar/healer).” There was a hoca in Düzce; we went there. The place was crowded. After waiting for a long time, it was our turn. An elderly, white-bearded grandpa was sitting inside. Extending his hand forward, he said, “Welcome, my child, come sit opposite me.” It was obvious he was a fraud. He performed nonsensical actions, recited something, and sent us away in less than five minutes. On top of that, he took money, the charlatan. Our visit there was completely useless.

We continued our lives where we left off. When I entered the school, all eyes were on me. For some reason, their interest in me had increased. They were a bit hesitant at first, but then they approached me. On the first day back at school, I couldn’t stay put again and skipped school with Oğuzhan. There was a construction site we used to hang out at; we would go into the basement underneath and smoke cigarettes. We went there again and talked for a long time. This anger of mine was going to get me into trouble one day. There wasn’t a doctor we hadn’t seen; even antidepressants didn’t help. I listened to my mom and went to the hoca, but no, it wasn’t working.

We moved to the seventh grade. Remember the girl I was in love with? I still loved her like crazy. By then, we had started talking a little. One day, I gathered my courage and confessed my love. It turned out she loved me too. Oğuzhan and I were the popular kids at school, handsome too, of course. All the girls were eager to talk to us, but I only had eyes for Sena. That year passed more calmly compared to previous years. I was trying to control myself. One day, a boy named Müslüm bothered the girl I loved (Sena), and I lost it. I punched the boy so hard that he hit his head on the wall and fell. I kept kicking him even though he had fainted. Just like before, I remembered nothing. The only thing I remembered was Sena looking at me with frightened eyes. After the incident, Oğuzhan and I skipped school. This anger wasn’t ordinary; there was a reason behind it, but I couldn’t understand what it was. That evening, while talking to Sena on social media, she asked me why I did it. “Because he hurt you,” I said. “You’ve changed a lot lately; there was no need to be so aggressive,” she replied. I changed the subject. Soon after, when we moved to the eighth grade, she broke up with me.

During this time, I fell into bad habits and started drinking alcohol. Oğuzhan and I would extort money at school to buy alcohol. When this came out, they kicked us out of school, saying, “You’ll never amount to anything.” We changed schools three times in the eighth grade. We were together with Oğuzhan at every school we went to. We managed to get into high school, albeit with difficulty.

One day, while Oğuzhan and I were drinking alcohol in an empty lot again, an ‘abi’ (older brother figure) came up to us. He had a radiant face, was captivating when he spoke, and wore a turban and robe. After telling us a few short stories, we threw away the bottles in our hands, ashamed of ourselves. He told us he was managing an association, that they had evening chats, and invited us. The next evening, Oğuzhan and I went to the address he gave. It was a very sincere and warm environment. People treated us as if they had known us for years. The topic of the evening chat was how God created us. The abi who invited us explained it in such a way that Oğuzhan and I looked at each other, ashamed of what we had done, our eyes filled with tears. What was said truly touched our hearts. At the end of the night, we repented and left the association feeling peaceful.

On the way, Oğuzhan and I were discussing what we had heard. Only a few minutes had passed when I remember hearing the screeching sound of brakes. A speeding vehicle hit me, sending me flying meters away. While I was being taken to the hospital unconscious in an ambulance, I was traveling in a different dimension. I was in the yard of my primary school. That “uncle” was sitting on a bench on the opposite side of the yard, looking at me. I ran towards him. When there were only 2-3 meters left between us, he stood up angrily. Seeing him up close, I realized it wasn’t the uncle; it was a demon (iblis) disguised as the uncle! I was shocked. His brown eyes had turned fiery red, and the veins on his face became more prominent. Frozen with fear, I couldn’t move. He started speaking in a terrifying tone: “You broke our pact! You believed in the Lord of those strangers! You chose this, you will die!” he shouted, uttering sentences in a language I didn’t understand. Suddenly, the schoolyard burst into flames. The rising smoke darkened the sky, blocking the sun. There was a very gloomy scene around me. Smoky figures wandered around, laughing hideously. The school suddenly collapsed, and the place where I stood turned into a barren land. I was terrified. “I wish I knew some prayers,” I scolded myself. As this demon-like entity said, I had become one of them; I had never received any religious education, never even went to a mosque. I closed my eyes in fear. The sounds and vile laughter stopped.

When I opened my eyes again, I woke up in a hospital room, covered in casts. I had been unconscious for three days. According to what they said, the vehicle that hit me drove off without stopping, leaving no trace behind. Oğuzhan had narrowly escaped the accident and immediately called an ambulance. That’s when everything started. I was no longer alone; they were watching me. After a few months of treatment, I was discharged. They were everywhere; giving orders and waiting for me to obey. If I objected, I would get beaten, left bleeding on the floor. I had no strength left to endure.

I told the abi from the association everything that had happened to me. Thankfully, he had visited me many times in the hospital. When he learned what happened, he said, “I think you are possessed (musallat). Don’t worry, I will direct you to a reliable place.” During this process, I had also dropped out of school.

Oğuzhan and I went together to the village where the hoca the abi described lived. After asking a few people, we found his house. I knocked on the door. Oğuzhan and I didn’t exchange a word the whole way; we were both scared. When no one opened, I knocked again. A woman opened the door; she was around 45-50 years old, dressed in black. “Welcome, my child,” she said. “Is this Musa Hoca’s house?” I asked. “Yes, it is,” she said, inviting us inside and stepping aside. A large garden greeted us at the entrance, like the village houses people dream of. After walking a bit, someone appeared further ahead, busy with gardening. The woman said, “You wait here,” went to the man, and told him we had arrived. Coming back to us, she said, “Let’s go inside, I’ll offer you tea, he’ll be here shortly.”

We went into the house and started sitting in the living room. The woman brought our tea. We had barely taken a sip when the hoca came in. As I stood up, he said, “Sit down Hasan, don’t get up.” I couldn’t believe it when I first heard it; I hadn’t told him my name! I looked at Oğuzhan; he was also looking at me in astonishment. We sat back down. The hoca sat opposite us and said, “Tell me, my child.” I started explaining everything, down to the smallest detail. The hoca listened silently, occasionally stopping me to turn to his right and left and talk to something unseen. When I finished telling my story, he began: “My child, the man you called ‘uncle’ did you a great evil. That man was an acquaintance of mine who bore a grudge against me. What you thought was an amulet was part of a spell, and it allowed the jinn to connect with you. You were unknowingly exposed to their whispers. This was the reason for your aggression and wrongdoing. When you drew closer to God, they started harming you. Perhaps the traffic accident you had was also their doing. In short, you have a jinn possession (cin musallatı). Don’t worry, with God’s permission, I will try to help you.”

Our fear doubled; my mind couldn’t grasp it. The hoca called the woman; her name was Melike. As if she had been listening at the door, she entered as soon as he called. She stood at the door and looked at the hoca. The hoca asked, “Could you bring the materials?” She nodded affirmatively and left the room. After a while, Melike returned with a bottle and a bag. The contents of the bag were not visible. She gave them to the hoca and went out. The hoca took out a deep bowl, grayish paper, a pen, a knife, an onion, and numerous candles from the bag. He called us over and gave Oğuzhan four large candles, asking him to place them in the four corners. He gestured for me to sit on the floor. When I sat, he took the small candles and arranged them in a large circle. Before lighting the candles, he recited a prayer for each one, lighting one before moving to the next. Oğuzhan sat next to me; we were both inside the circle. Before lighting the last candle, the hoca looked at us and said, “Whatever happens, do not break the circle or step out of it!” Surprised, I asked, “What do you mean by breaking it, hocam?” “Do not touch them or knock them over,” he said. We nodded in agreement. I was surprised that Oğuzhan entered the circle. “Hocam, the jinn possessed me, why is Oğuzhan beside me?” I asked. The hoca patiently answered my questions: “Outside the circle is not safe right now; they could harm him too,” he said. I wish he hadn’t said the last sentence… We tried not to show it, but we were trembling violently with fear.

He lit the last candle and continued praying. The hoca sat opposite us outside the circle. As soon as he poured the water into the bowl, the water’s color turned blood red. He took the pen, wrote something on the paper, and threw the paper into the water. He quickly threw the onion on top of the paper. The flames of the candles forming the circle suddenly flared up. It felt like a storm was raging in the room, but the candle flames didn’t go out; on the contrary, they grew stronger. The hoca shouted prayers while repeatedly stabbing the onion in the bowl with the knife. There was a lot of noise behind the window; red eyes were watching us and screaming. Suddenly, the door opened, and Melike entered. She went to the window and started shouting something. What she said was incomprehensible. As she spoke, those outside screamed even louder. Oğuzhan and I felt like we were going to die of fear inside the circle. I even thought about escaping at one point, but I couldn’t leave because the hoca had said, “Don’t you dare!”

This time, the door opened more forcefully, and a pitch-black woman entered. Her face was indistinguishable, but her eyes were bloodshot, looking with rage and hatred. She turned to the hoca, stood up, and pointing at me with her hand, asked, “What do you want from this Son of Adam?” The blood-eyed jinn replied, “He will be mine!” The hoca retorted, “We give neither a soul nor anything else to a jinn condemned to evil like you, O iblis! Leave this Son of Adam, or I will burn you!” I noticed something; as the hoca spoke, he seemed to lose his breath, as if getting tired. I prayed inwardly that he wouldn’t faint. At that moment, the iblis responded: “You powerless being created from mud! You cannot defeat me; you will die here! He belongs to me now!” The hoca took one last deep breath and started reciting something in a language I didn’t understand. The iblis was left screaming; it wanted to escape but couldn’t, as if trapped in the room. Melike had moved away from the window and was waiting by the door. Its screams were so loud I thought I would go deaf. The iblis seemed to be losing its power; its screams began to subside. The hoca stopped and took another deep breath. He continued reciting, shouting one last time. The iblis had now fallen to the ground, looking like it was begging. Suddenly, it turned into smoke and disappeared.

The candles went out, and silence fell. Not a sound came from the room, only the sounds Oğuzhan and I made out of fear could be heard. Melike was still waiting by the door. The hoca must have been very weakened, as he collapsed to the floor. Melike moved from the door and went directly to the hoca’s side, but she moved with such speed that it wasn’t something a human could do. She took the hoca in her arms and laid him on the bed. This wasn’t something an old woman could do.

We got out of the circle and quickly threw ourselves outside. In shock from what had happened, we just looked at each other without speaking. After waiting outside for about an hour, the hoca regained consciousness and sent word with Melike. When we entered the house, the hoca was sitting up, waiting. As soon as I approached him, he said, “You are saved, Hasan.” I was overjoyed because I had a feeling I was free. “Really?” I asked, and he smiled, saying, “Yes.” I was so relieved. “Hocam, may I ask one last question?” I asked for permission. After he nodded yes, I asked, “How did you know my name when we arrived?” “Melike told me,” he said. When I asked, “How does Melike know?” the answer I had actually guessed came very quickly: “She is my helper. She is not human; she is a jinn in human form,” he said. I had never been afraid of Melike, but I can’t say the same for that moment. I was still watching Melike, who was standing timidly by the door.

The hoca wrote an amulet (muska). “Carry this with you for two weeks, but never take it off. For two weeks, you will recite the prayers I give you before sleeping at night,” he said. “May God bless you, hocam, what would I have done without you? Please excuse us. How much do we owe?” I asked. Smiling, he said, “I don’t do this work for money. A blessing is the most precious thing you can give me. But if you say ‘I have a lot of money,’ you can help the poor and needy, my child.” He was a very reassuring hoca; I had warmed to him since I first saw him. He accompanied us to the door. Just as we were leaving, he stopped us and said, “Before I forget; they might watch you, appear in different forms, but they cannot approach or harm you. You will only see them; there’s no need to be afraid.” I kissed his hand, said goodbye, and returned home.

I am now 24 years old. As my hoca said, I see them, but they cannot approach me in any way.

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