The Treasure in the Ruins | Horror Story

Horror Story | A treasure hunt turns into a terrifying jinn affliction. The story tells of the struggle for survival against a fake hoca’s trap with the help of a saint from centuries ago.

Hello, I’m Serkan. I want to share a frightening and mysterious event that my friends and I experienced years ago.

Back then, we lived in a village in Eastern Anatolia. On the day it all began, the darkness of night covered our village like a silent blanket. It was a cool summer evening; only the monotonous sound of crickets could be heard. As Ahmet, Yusuf, and I walked towards the old ruins outside the village, our hearts pounded with excitement and a bit of fear. We hadn’t expected things to get so serious when we decided to search for treasure.

It all started a few weeks earlier. Ahmet had found an old map describing a large treasure his grandfather had hidden somewhere in the village years ago. The map pointed to the abandoned ruins on the outskirts of the village. One afternoon, Ahmet, Yusuf, and I decided to go to these ruins. Our plan was simple: find the treasure under the cover of night without being seen, and quietly take this fortune that would change our lives.

When we arrived at the ruins, a cold wind whistling through the old stone walls sent shivers down our spines. Ahmet carefully examined the map in his hand and whispered, “This is the exact spot.” Yusuf struck the ground with the pickaxe he held and started digging. I kept watch, my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. We had actually talked about jinn haunting treasure hunters before starting this, but Ahmet had encouraged us, saying, “Those are just old wives’ tales.”

The sound of the pickaxe echoed, disturbing the night’s silence. We had dug about half a meter when two scorpions emerged from the earth. Where their eyes should have been, there were two bright red lights. This was actually a signal of the bad things to come, but Ahmet quickly killed them both with a shovel.

After a while, Yusuf’s pickaxe hit something hard. “I found it!” he shouted. Ahmet and I immediately ran to his side. We dug a little more, and then an old, rusty metal chest appeared. When we opened the chest, we saw it was empty. However, inside there was an old roll of paper and a few stones bearing strange symbols. Ahmet unrolled the papers; a mixture of disappointment and curiosity appeared in his eyes. “This looks like a ritual or some kind of spell,” he said.

Just then, a strange wind began to blow around us. The air suddenly turned cold, making it hard to breathe. The darkness surrounding us seemed to intensify. “We need to get out of here, now!” Yusuf said panickedly. But we couldn’t move; our feet felt glued to the ground. Suddenly, black smoke began to rise from the empty chest. The smoke thickened and started taking shape. Before our eyes, we realized the thing standing in front of us was a jinn. Its eyes glowed like fire and were full of hatred.

“What are you looking for here?” it spoke in a raspy voice. “How dare you kill my sons?!” it screamed. At that moment, I understood we weren’t just looking for treasure; we had unknowingly disturbed a terrifying entity. The jinn circled us, trapping us in a ring, and I felt we were in a darker, more terrifying realm. The darkness of the night was more frightening than ever before. Just then, the jinn’s voice echoed again: “I will destroy you and everything related to you! Wait for me!”

The jinn stood before us, the hateful flames in its eyes burning into us, but suddenly it vanished like a mist. We looked at each other in fear. “We need to get out of here immediately,” Ahmet whispered. Yusuf and I nodded in agreement, and we quickly left the ruins.

When we returned to the village streets, everything seemed normal: the houses, the streetlights, the barking dogs breaking the night… But the fear inside us hadn’t subsided. With every step, we felt like something would jump out from the darkness. Finally, we reached our homes and swore never to do such a thing again.

That night, everyone planned to have a peaceful sleep in their own homes, but events did not unfold as we expected. When I got home, I lay down but couldn’t relax. The encounter with the jinn was etched into my mind. I was trying to close my eyes and sleep when I suddenly heard a sound from the mirror in my bedroom. When I looked at the mirror, I saw a dark figure standing behind me, my face contorted in terror. I didn’t want to believe what my eyes were seeing. “This must be just a dream,” I told myself. Then the terrifying figure spoke: “No, this is not a nightmare. Everything is just beginning,” it said, and started pressing its long, sharp nails into my back. I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t. I passed out from the pain.

When I woke up in the morning, I was in my bed. I felt an indescribable pain in my back. Turning to look in the mirror, I saw three bruised lines on my back. I called my friends to tell them and arranged to meet. When we met, I learned I wasn’t the only one who had a terrifying experience. All three of us had spent a night full of fear. Each of us had experienced a different horror, but we were in the same nightmare. The jinn had returned and was now intent on taking us one by one.

Ahmet said he closed his eyes that night but couldn’t fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the jinn’s eyes glowing like fire. Towards midnight, he heard a strange tapping sound in his room. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark shadow standing beside his bed. The shadow slowly leaned towards him and covered his mouth with its hand. He said he was tortured for minutes, screamed a lot, but no sound came out.

Yusuf, with fearful eyes, waited for Ahmet to finish his story. Then he chimed in: “I went to bed that night and fell asleep immediately due to the day’s exhaustion. But I suddenly woke up at midnight. I heard a muffled whisper in the room. The sounds grew louder, incomprehensible words were being whispered. I wanted to turn on the room light, but the lamp wouldn’t work. At that moment, I noticed a dark shape at the foot of my bed. ‘You found me,’ the voice whispered, ‘but now it’s my turn,’ it said. Then it suddenly jumped on me. I fell backward onto the floor. I screamed and called out, but no one heard my voice. When I woke up in the morning, I was on the floor.”

We couldn’t make sense of the events. We somehow got through that day, and the next morning, all three of us met in the village square, sleepless and exhausted. As Ahmet, Yusuf, and I recounted the terrifying events we experienced throughout the night, the fear and helplessness within us grew even stronger. The jinn wouldn’t leave us alone. We had to find a solution.

Ahmet said, “I heard there’s a hoca (religious scholar/exorcist) in a nearby village who can deal with such things.” Yusuf and I immediately agreed. The hoca was perhaps our only hope. I had been to this village once before with my father to eat keşkek (a traditional dish). We set off immediately and found the hoca living in a small, old house. We knocked on the door, and an old, white-bearded man opened it. We introduced ourselves and explained what had happened. The hoca listened, nodding his head. “This jinn affliction is a serious matter. I can help you, but there is a price for this work,” he said. The hoca asked us for a sum of money. Given the seriousness of our situation, we felt helpless and decided to collect the money he requested.

When we gathered the money and brought it to the hoca, he took us inside his house and began a ritual. However, during the ritual, I noticed a strange glint in the hoca‘s eyes and a dark smile, which caught my attention. I had a feeling something was wrong. When the ritual ended, the hoca told us we were freed from the jinn. But when night came, things got even worse.

That night, the three of us decided to stay in the same house. At midnight, strange noises started coming from all over the house: tapping from the walls, doors opening and closing on their own… The fear inside us grew. Suddenly, all the lights in the house went out. We were left in darkness. As Ahmet, Yusuf, and I huddled together, we realized the hoca had deceived us. We later learned that the person we knew as a hoca was actually a sorcerer exploiting people’s spiritual beliefs.

Strange whispers rising from the darkness mocked us. The jinn, appearing among the shadows in the house, approached us. “You will pay the price!” it screamed. The air in the house grew heavy, the darkness intensified. We didn’t know what to do. Everything was getting worse, and we couldn’t find a way out.

Just then, a light appeared outside the door. We couldn’t see the source of the light, but a spark of hope ignited within us. Maybe there was still a chance for salvation. But what was this light, and how could it help us?

The light appearing outside the door pierced the darkness. The three friends, trembling with fear, focused intently to see the source of the light. The jinn’s growls inside the house slowly subsided under the effect of the light. “This must be a sign!” Ahmet whispered. Yusuf and I nodded in agreement. We were hopeful that we had found a way out.

We slowly moved towards the door. When we opened it, we saw a white-bearded, luminous-faced man standing outside. The man had a peaceful expression on his face. “I am here to save you. I will not allow this jinn to possess you,” he said. The man raised the staff in his hand and began reciting verses from the Quran. For a moment, silence reigned in the house. However, the jinn broke this silence and reappeared. “Do not underestimate me!” it screamed.

The luminous-faced man walked towards the jinn and drew a circle with his staff. A bright light emanated from the circle, and the jinn began to writhe within this light. Weakened by the light’s effect, the jinn started to retreat. Ahmet, Yusuf, and I took a deep breath. The power of the luminous-faced man protected us. But just then, the walls of the house began to tremble and crack. The man said, “This ifrit (powerful evil jinn) is very strong, but not stronger than the verses of Allah.” We gathered around the man and held hands. The man’s murmurs intensified, and the darkness inside the house slowly dissipated.

The jinn attacked one last time before being completely destroyed by the light’s effect. However, this time the man’s protective light completely neutralized it. The jinn vanished with a scream, and silence fell upon the house. The luminous-faced man took a deep breath and turned to us, saying, “You are safe for now, but this is just the beginning. The world of jinn is full of dangers.”

All three of us were relieved, but the man’s words planted a new seed of fear within us. Ahmet, Yusuf, and I thought the man was Khidr (Hızır Aleyhisselam). Who else could appear at such a moment? Noticing the gratitude in our eyes, the man said, “They are here for revenge. You killed two jinn entities disguised as scorpions, who were among them. They will not leave you alone easily. Do not fear, I can help you, but the journey will be difficult.”

Ahmet, Yusuf, and I looked at each other. What we had experienced confronted us with a terrifying reality. When we turned to thank the man we thought was Khidr, we saw he had disappeared! It was impossible for him to disappear so suddenly; we had only averted our gaze for a few seconds. Only we and the silence of the darkness remained in the house. We thought it was all over, but the real horror was just beginning.

As days passed, our lives seemed to return to normal. However, one night after we retreated to our homes, things took a terrifying turn again. Unbeknownst to each other, each of us was facing the jinn’s revenge.

One night again, I had shut myself in my room trying to sleep. Suddenly, I heard Ahmet and Yusuf’s cries for help. I quickly opened my door and went out into the corridor. Everywhere was dark and cold. At the end of the corridor, I saw the shadows of Ahmet and Yusuf. As they both came towards me, the surroundings darkened. When it lit up again, I saw them hanging from the ceiling with ropes around their necks! I screamed and closed my eyes. When I opened them, they were gone. “How can this be?” I said to myself. At that moment, my family woke up, asking what happened. I brushed it off, saying I had a nightmare. I searched the entire house, but found no trace of them.

It turned out my friends had experienced similar events. While Ahmet was deep asleep in his bed, he suddenly saw his room door creak open and Yusuf lying on the floor in the doorway, covered in blood. Screaming “Yusuf!”, he jumped out of bed, but the body on the floor suddenly disappeared. Yusuf, too, woke up at midnight to a sound; he heard Ahmet’s pained screams. He rushed out of his room and ran towards Ahmet’s house (their houses were close anyway). When he opened the door of the house, he found Ahmet cutting his wrists with a razor blade. He had made such deep cuts that gushing blood flowed onto the floor like streams. But just as he was about to touch him, the body suddenly vanished. Yusuf looked around in terror; he realized he was still in his own house.

Each of us experienced the same horror on the same night, seeing each other die. But it was just a hallucination; the jinn were playing with our minds. When morning came, all three of us were alive, but we couldn’t tell if what we had experienced was real. After this terrifying night, we all remembered the man we thought was Khidr. Our battle with the darkness was not over yet. We would have to face greater dangers.

Following the horrific hallucinations we experienced, the three of us gathered together and began to wait, hoping the person we believed to be Khidr would come to our aid again. However, our waiting turned into despair and fear. The jinn’s revenge became more terrifying with each passing day.

When we returned to Ahmet’s house at night, strange symbols appeared on the walls of his room. These symbols glowed in the dark and seemed to move. “This is impossible,” Ahmet muttered. “For a moment, I thought one of the symbols winked at me.” My heart began to pound rapidly.

The next day, we decided to gather at Yusuf’s house. However, when we arrived at Yusuf’s house, there was a cold atmosphere inside. Doors slammed shut on their own, objects moved places. “This is the work of the jinn,” Yusuf said, trembling. Fear and helplessness were in our eyes.

That night, we decided to stay at my house. But this time, terrifying things began to happen in my house too. Whispers circulated in the house, shadows moved. At midnight, stones were thrown at the room window. The terrifying events we experienced intensified day by day, the jinn’s revenge becoming even more horrific. We waited for that man to come, but he never did. As our hopelessness grew, so did our fear.

One night, at the peak of fear, the three of us gathered in the same room, helplessly clinging to each other. Darkness enveloped everything. Tappings from the wall, moans rising from the floor… Everything intensified. Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened. At the end of the dark corridor, the white-bearded, luminous-faced man appeared. The person we thought was Khidr Alayhissalam entered the room, raising the staff in his hand. “This time, we will succeed together,” he said.

When the man struck the floor with his staff, a light spread, illuminating the room. The jinn’s whispers ceased, the shadows dispersed. However, this moment of peace was short-lived. The walls of the house began to tremble, and a scream echoed. There was determination in the man’s eyes. The man took some materials out of his pocket: a handful of salt, a few bay leaves, and a bottle of water. He combined these materials and drew a circle on the floor. Then he began to recite prayers loudly. We tried to repeat what he said.

As the jinn’s attacks increased, the man’s voice grew stronger. Flames appeared within the circle we drew on the floor, and the jinn were drawn into the flames, burning and disappearing. Watching in fear, we admired the man’s strength and faith. When the last jinn disappeared in the flames, a deep silence prevailed in the room. The man turned to us and said, “You are safe now. My duty ends here.” At that moment, the man took a step back and slowly began to fade away. “Stop! Who are you? Will we ever see you again?” I shouted, as he said, “I am Seyit Ahmet. Find me.” At that moment, we tried to understand who the man was and why he helped us.

The next day, we decided to look for the man. We started gathering clues from the elders in the village about who he might be, but unfortunately, no one had heard of such a person. But we didn’t give up. Our research led us to an old türbe (tomb/shrine) a few villages away. When we stood in front of the türbe, peace filled us. We entered the türbe and began to pray. At that moment, on the tombstone inside the türbe, we saw the name of the man who helped us: Seyit Ahmet Efendi.

Seyit Ahmet Efendi was an evliya (saint) who lived centuries ago and helped many people. We expressed our gratitude by praying to him. Thanks to him, we were saved from the jinn affliction. As we prayed inside the türbe, the fear within us gave way to peace. Ahmet, Yusuf, and I hugged each other as we left the türbe. This terrifying experience had brought us even closer.

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