The Power I Stole From the Fortune Teller | True Horror Story
True Horror Story |Terrifying events starting with a fortune teller in Kadıköy… A true, horror-filled story about a university student’s encounter with jinn and how her life changed irrevocably.
My name is Melis, I’m 22 years old. I was studying at Marmara University, Faculty of Foreign Languages. I rented a house near the Göztepe campus and lived there with my roommate. Everything actually started that day.
One day, I went to a cafe in Kadıköy with all my friends. We ate, drank, and finally ordered coffee. We all turned our cups upside down and started waiting, trying to read each other’s fortunes just for fun. Then, a cafe employee came over to us and said, “If you want, the lady over there can read your fortunes; she’s quite skilled at this and works here.” She started reading the fortunes of a few of my friends, and everyone stared at her, mouths agape. Then the woman came over to me, “Let’s read your fortune too, if you want,” she said. “No, I don’t want to,” I replied, “I don’t believe in such things.” She didn’t insist much.
In the following days, we started gathering with friends every week and going to that cafe. My friends became absolutely fascinated by the woman; they were constantly going to her. A few times while she was reading fortunes, I got slight headaches; I felt a bit unwell, honestly. That’s why I didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t bring myself to upset my friends either. Going with them back and forth, it felt like my interest was growing a bit too. Finally, I asked the woman, “Can you read my fortune too?” and from that day on, I had fallen under her influence. “Come on over,” she said, “bring your cup.”
Around that time, I was dating someone named Bekir; I could even say I was in love with him. The fortune teller immediately started talking about Bekir. “You love him now, but over time your love will fade, and you’ll set sail for entirely different shores,” she said. “That won’t happen,” I retorted, “we love each other, after all. I don’t believe what you’re saying,” and I went to the restroom. What she said had upset me a bit. After taking a deep breath, I went back down and took my seat at the table again.
While the woman was reading fortunes for the others, I started texting Bekir on my phone, telling him I loved him. Then I locked my phone screen. At that moment, in the reflection on the phone, I noticed someone looking at me from behind, right at the level of my hair. I could only see their pupils; they were staring at me with pure white eyes. For a few seconds, I stared back at the phone in panic. Then I quickly turned around; there was nothing there. I took a deep breath, and everyone, seeing my panic, said, “Let’s go,” adding, “we’ll come back next week.”
We went home with my roommate, but after that day, my head started hurting a lot, especially in the evenings. It hurt terribly. I took medicine, but it didn’t help at all. I also started to slowly drift away from my boyfriend, Bekir. When we met, we couldn’t find anything to talk about anymore; we just looked at each other. Over time, our texting decreased and eventually stopped completely. I stopped calling him too, and the inevitable end came; we broke up.
Meanwhile, my headaches continued every night. I couldn’t study, and my grades started to suffer. Midterms ended, and then, to clear my head a bit, I went down to the pier. I sat on a bench and started thinking, “Why did things turn out this way?” I needed to pull myself together again, but this time, besides the headache, fatigue and loss of appetite had also begun. I couldn’t leave the house, wasn’t attending my classes, and wasn’t taking care of myself. Actually, I used to wake up every morning with great joy and excitement, but soon after, all my motivation and mood would vanish.
My roommate couldn’t stand seeing me like this anymore and said, “Come on, let’s go out, clear your head a bit.” “Okay,” I replied, “maybe a change will do me good, let’s go out.” After wandering around for a bit, we ended up at that same cafe in Kadıköy again. We ordered coffee, and they suggested, “Let’s get our fortunes read again.” “Okay,” I said. The fortune teller greeted us, “It’s been a while, welcome.” I had immediately caught her attention. “I was expecting you a long time ago, but you didn’t come.” “I had some problems, I was dealing with them,” I said. The moment she started reading my fortune, I felt my skirt lift, and then it felt like someone was stroking my hair, but there was no one around.
“Just as I told you,” she began. “Your relationship with your boyfriend is over; I told you, remember? Now you will taste something different and new,” she said. “What is it?” I asked. “You’ll find out in time, let’s wait a bit, I’ll tell you, don’t worry,” she replied. Then she mentioned my grades and said, “You’re getting bad grades in your exams, this will continue. You need to pull yourself together first,” and she finished the reading.
After that day, I started noticing changes in myself. I constantly felt the urge to go to the fortune teller; she began to bind me to her. There were times I went twice, even three times a week. It was impossible not to admire that woman; she could practically read a person’s life just by looking into their eyes. The fortune teller told me I would have a new relationship and slowly start to become my old self again. And it happened just as she said; I slowly started to pull myself together. I entered a new relationship with a guy named Hüseyin, and we got along quite well. But I started wondering, “How does this fortune teller know these things?”
Later, I did detailed research on fortune tellers. Fortune tellers could generally know many things through others. Who were these others? Their jinn, of course. She definitely had a jinni; I had even sensed it. I saw it once on my phone screen, and a few times when it stroked my hair… I was a little scared, but going back and forth, it started to intrigue me more. The jinn… Actually, the admiration I felt wasn’t for the woman herself, but for the jinni or jinn she commanded. Could I possibly do what that woman did? Essentially, the woman had no special quality. Her aura had affected me at first, okay, but what gave her that aura were the beings she communicated with. Otherwise, the woman was just a sloppy, dowdy character.
The pair of eyes I saw on my phone screen during my visits and the sensations in my body… Her jinni had contacted me; that’s what I thought could have happened. Maybe, like that woman, I could command a jinni too. Why not? My life was going badly anyway, my relationships were ending, my exams were failures, and I wasn’t making any decent money. I decided to expand my research and wondered, “Can I summon a jinni with a ritual?” I didn’t quite dare to do it for that purpose. “Let’s wait and see, maybe everything will change over time,” I told myself.
Meanwhile, I continued going to the fortune teller. After all, by observing her, I could learn more than I would from books or the internet. The woman told me my relationship would end. “Your life will be calmer from now on,” she said. She was intent on making me completely dependent on her.
During one of my visits to the fortune teller, I saw it again on my phone screen, but this time I didn’t look away in fear. I was startled at first, but I had made up my mind to communicate with them. Gathering my courage, I looked at my phone screen with a sincere smile.
When I got home that day, my roommate called me; she said she wouldn’t be home for a few days, her father was ill, and she was going to her hometown. “Sorry to hear that,” I said. I would be alone at home for a while. Hüseyin called me, and I didn’t feel like answering the phone. Suddenly, I started to feel distant from him too. That same night, I sent him a message: “Don’t call me again. I don’t want to see you anymore.” Apparently, he was going to tell me he wanted to break up anyway; this relieved me quite a bit.
Everything was progressing rapidly for some reason. Relationships, classes—they all seemed pointless and unnecessary to me. I wanted a different, spiritual power. For this, I constantly encouraged myself. At night, I took my dinner and sat in front of the television. While watching normally, the channel suddenly disappeared, and the screen went blank. I picked up the remote, pressed buttons, but the TV wouldn’t turn on. About five minutes later, the screen came back on. As I was changing channels, something strange, resembling a black man, appeared for a few seconds, then it switched to another channel. “What was that?” I wondered. I got very close to the TV, rapidly changing channels. I didn’t see it again. But then, a shadow quickly moved from the doorway towards the kitchen. I had seen it, I was sure. I went towards the kitchen, looked around carefully, couldn’t see anything. I came back to the living room and started thinking. “Did I imagine it?” I asked myself. No, it wasn’t a hallucination, I was sure. It was reality itself; I could distinguish between reality and imagination. “Could this be a jinni?” crossed my mind. But I hadn’t performed any ritual or invitation. “Would they come uninvited?” I wondered. But then the events I experienced at the fortune teller’s place came to mind. It made its presence felt there. “Could it be the one that came?” I thought.
On one hand, I was browsing the internet; on the other, I was examining the books I bought out of curiosity. At that moment, I heard cosmetic products fall in the bathroom. I was extremely tense, but I immediately headed towards the bathroom anyway. I looked around carefully; there was nothing. “Will you show yourself to me again?” I started calling out. I waited there for a few minutes. Just as I was about to leave, I saw a silhouette in the mirror. I stared at the mirror. For a moment, I felt scared, but I immediately tried to communicate with it. “Who are you?” I asked. It didn’t answer and suddenly disappeared. I examined the bathroom for about 5-10 minutes, called out to it again, but got no response. “Show yourself to me again,” I called out. Nothing happened.
From my internet research, I learned that they love smoke and incense. I also read that they adore bones and bone marrow as food. I immediately went out, bought some incense sticks and candles. I went to the butcher and got some bones. I didn’t know how to invite it. However, it felt like I didn’t need an invitation; it would come. My smile towards it at the cafe had caught its attention, and that’s why it was trying to get close to me. It wouldn’t harm me. I kept psyching myself up with these thoughts.
I lit the candles and incense in the bathroom. I placed the bones in a corner. I started waiting. I was both scared and curious, and also hopeful, thinking, “Maybe I can possess a very different power in this life.” I waited and waited; it didn’t come. Later, I shouted loudly inside the bathroom, “I don’t know how to invite you, but I prepared all this for you!” Then I heard a hissing sound from inside the bathroom. I looked around; it wasn’t visible. Then I knocked on the mirror three times with my hand: “tap tap tap.” A few seconds later, a sound came from the bathroom, just like my knocking: “tap tap tap.” I swallowed hard in fear. Then I changed the rhythm and knocked “tap tap tap tap.” It responded in the same way. This repeated a few more times. It imitated whatever I did. Then, I laughed and said, “So you liked this.” A giggling sound came from it. “I… this is a nice game, but I thought you might be hungry, so I got you bones, look, they’re over there,” I said. A few seconds later, crunching sounds came from the bones, like a wild animal eating its meal. After about half a minute, the sounds stopped.
Seeing that it didn’t harm me at all and even moved in harmony with me, I grew bolder. “Are you going to show yourself to me?” I asked. In the dimly lit bathroom illuminated by candles, it showed itself to me for a few seconds. This time its eyes weren’t visible; it looked like it was draped in a black sheet from head to toe. I couldn’t see its face or eyes, but I was extremely scared; I couldn’t stop my knees from trembling or my teeth from chattering. I quickly went back to the living room.
None of what I saw was a hallucination; it was completely real. I couldn’t quite tell if I was scared or excited, but I think I might have acted too soon to see it; I had gotten involved in things my psyche couldn’t handle immediately. The good part was that it didn’t seem to have any intention of harming me. Reassured by this thought, I lay down on my bed, stared at the ceiling, and drifted off. My hands and feet slowly started to go numb. My eyes closed involuntarily, and I couldn’t control them anymore. My eyes closed.
I found myself wandering in an empty garden. It was pitch black all around. Then it came again. Its face was covered with a veil; it looked like it was wearing a black cloak from head to toe. “Is that you?” I asked. It nodded and tried to speak to me using a strange language. I didn’t understand anything. Later, it said, “I am the fortune teller’s jinni, I fell in love with you.” A smile instantly formed on my face. “If it falls in love with me, then this jinni will be mine,” I thought. When the morning call to prayer sounded, my eyes opened, and I woke up. So, it was all real. What I saw on the TV and in the bathroom wasn’t a dream; it was real.
The next night, after dinner, I lay down on my bed again. After a while, my hands and feet started to go numb. I was looking up at the ceiling again, and my eyes closed. This time, I found myself at the foot of a mountain. There were wild goats around me, and it came too. I asked its name; it told me its name. “You don’t need to be afraid of me anymore,” it said. “I’m not afraid anyway,” I replied. I started to feel drawn to it for some reason. I had only been able to see its face once. I would see it many more times later, but for now, it had only allowed this much.
As soon as I woke up, I immediately started digging through books and the internet. I began researching “How to read fortunes?”, “How to command jinn?”. My roommate had also returned, but I didn’t let her notice anything. I usually spent most of my time in my room, trying to communicate with that entity. I started burning incense in my room. It felt like my life’s sole duty, purpose was it. I slowly grew distant from everyone, hardly seeing anyone anymore. I spent my days with it, getting used to it more and more.
Later, like that woman, I slowly started mingling with people and reading fortunes, especially for my university friends. But it wouldn’t be limited to just that; word spread, and my reputation grew. I started earning good money too. So much so that, through acquaintances and relatives, I began choosing my clients. I didn’t take money, only gifts from people. Of course, I didn’t accept gifts below a certain value and wouldn’t read fortunes for those people. My room started overflowing with phones, tablets, and expensive jewelry.
One night, my roommate said she would stay at a friend’s place and left. I had bought some bones for the house. I was watching TV, enjoying my new life and status. Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on my door. It was the fortune teller. She instantly jumped on me. Grabbing my hair, she yelled, “What did you do to it? It’s completely attached to you now, you stole it from me! Give it back quickly!” I started hitting her back. Our door was left open, and many people from the apartment building came due to the noise. “This woman is a thief! She stole something that belongs to me!” she kept shouting. “I didn’t steal anything; it came of its own free will,” I said. “I’ll report you to the police, you’ll see!” she threatened. “Go ahead, what will you accuse me of? Stealing her jinni? You foolish woman, no one will believe you. They’ll think you’re crazy. Don’t bother, it’s mine now, it can’t come back to you,” I retorted. The neighbors whispered among themselves, “What are they talking about?” I managed to throw the woman out of the house with great difficulty. My hair was disheveled, and I had a few scratches; she had dug her nails into my face.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face. At that moment, I met mine in the bathroom mirror. It had become like my pet now. I looked at it, and laughter overcame me. “Yes, I’m a thief,” I said to myself. I had stolen her jinni.
About an hour later, the police showed up at my door. “There’s a complaint against you,” they said and took me away. When I got to the police station, I saw the fortune teller again. The commissioner said, “This woman has filed a complaint against you; you allegedly stole something belonging to her.” “Did you ask her what I stole?” I inquired. “No, she’s about to tell us now,” he said, adding, “she’s saying something, but we couldn’t quite understand.” The woman immediately jumped up from her seat towards me. “She stole my jinni, this thief! Make her give it back immediately!” she started screaming. The police officers took the woman away from there. I told the commissioner, “This woman is crazy; she’s accusing me of something like this. Do you think it’s logical to be able to do such a thing?” They took the woman away, of course; she couldn’t claim any rights. Later, I heard that the woman was given treatment in a clinic for about 3 months to restore her mental health. Foolish woman…
Anyway, I put my university studies on hold, left Istanbul for my hometown, and made a name for myself there by reading fortunes too. I earned good money here as well. I travel to Istanbul or some other big cities upon special invitations from wealthy people to read fortunes. Of course, I continue to live with it. For now, materially and spiritually, everything is fine. How long it will go on like this, believe me, I don’t know…
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