Stories of Jinn/Bhoot/Ghost - The paranormal experience

[ChachaCricket]

Jinn don't exist in a separate world. It's more of a separate dimension.

Humans cannot take Jinn form.

Please stop listening to random street baba's and basing your Islamic knowledge on them. It would do you a world of good.

He's trolling as usual.

 

[Jin Chacha]

It begs the question what the offspring of such a union will be? A being of fire, earth or something in between? From a biological perspective if humans and jinns are capable of producing fertile offspring, it makes them part of the same species...

 

[Saqs]

It absolutely is possible. So much so that the Sunni schools of jurisprudence have rulings about it, and the Shia probably do but I'm not sure. I've talked about it earlier in this thread too, but the Maliki school allows human-Jinn marriages, while the other three schools forbid it. There was a story doing the rounds a few years ago about one such marriage having occurred in Canada. Even outside of marriages, people who've been possessed have reported tell-tale signs of having been in intimate encounters with the possessing entity.

Literature is replete with stories of love affairs, whether one-sided or not, between humans and Jinn. I've talked about them earlier in this thread too, for instance Qissa Chahar Dervish has a store of one such liaison.

There was a discussion about a Jinn falling in love with a married woman, and the lady in question having to wear a veil at home too. I don't know if that kept the Jinn away. If it did, it must've been a particularly pious one.

Have also heard and read about some of these. You guys should watch the Turkish horror movie Dabbe. There is a villager in that who is shown to have married a Jinn. It is quite amazing how that is portrayed and shown in the film. Certified creepy.

 

[CricketCartoons]

Something that is bothering me.

I take my medicines after breakfast. Yesterday the pill slipped from my hands and fell on the floor. I searched for it everywhere and could not find it. The room only has a study table, nothing else. It had happened once earlier and I could not find the pill. I asked the maid if she found it when she came to sweep the room the next day, and she denied. Has happened twice and there is no way I can explain it.

How can a small pill just vanish into thin air? In a room which has no cracks or crevices, and only a study table.

 

[WC-Passion]

Something that is bothering me.

I take my medicines after breakfast. Yesterday the pill slipped from my hands and fell on the floor. I searched for it everywhere and could not find it. The room only has a study table, nothing else. It had happened once earlier and I could not find the pill. I asked the maid if she found it when she came to sweep the room the next day, and she denied. Has happened twice and there is no way I can explain it.

How can a small pill just vanish into thin air? In a room which has no cracks or crevices, and only a study table.

Maybe it's a sign that your getting better

 

[dhump]

It absolutely is possible. So much so that the Sunni schools of jurisprudence have rulings about it, and the Shia probably do but I'm not sure. I've talked about it earlier in this thread too, but the Maliki school allows human-Jinn marriages, while the other three schools forbid it. There was a story doing the rounds a few years ago about one such marriage having occurred in Canada. Even outside of marriages, people who've been possessed have reported tell-tale signs of having been in intimate encounters with the possessing entity.

Literature is replete with stories of love affairs, whether one-sided or not, between humans and Jinn. I've talked about them earlier in this thread too, for instance Qissa Chahar Dervish has a store of one such liaison.

There was a discussion about a Jinn falling in love with a married woman, and the lady in question having to wear a veil at home too. I don't know if that kept the Jinn away. If it did, it must've been a particularly pious one.

What kind of clownish Mullah actually discuss such issues man ...but then most of them are clowns anyways and nice fantasy of some super Jinn/Human relationship can sell good in industry too so why not in religion.

 

[FreakCricket]

It comes from Hadith that it is possible from them to take various different forms including that of humans.

i heard jin can take form of people who are dead already, they cant copy face of living.

 

[uberkoen]

i heard jin can take form of people who are dead already, they cant copy face of living.

No such distinction from Hadith. However, Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyah has said that they can take the form of both the dead and the living.

 

[Syed1]

Something that is bothering me.

I take my medicines after breakfast. Yesterday the pill slipped from my hands and fell on the floor. I searched for it everywhere and could not find it. The room only has a study table, nothing else. It had happened once earlier and I could not find the pill. I asked the maid if she found it when she came to sweep the room the next day, and she denied. Has happened twice and there is no way I can explain it.

How can a small pill just vanish into thin air? In a room which has no cracks or crevices, and only a study table.

Maybe the pill wasn't there to begin with.

The pill, the study table, the room , the maid all might be figment of your imagination.

 

[Abdul]

Hopefully some of the people here have new stories etc. although I haven't been able to contribute a lot!

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Hopefully some of the people here have new stories etc. although I haven't been able to contribute a lot!

So here it goes, since you asked for a story. Needless to say, this is absolutely true and something that happened with me. Carrying on with the story.

As kids, we lived right next to our Nani's (Grand Mothers house). Our house was far away from the city, in a small village of our own. When this happened, I was about 8 or 9 or something like that. On normal days, the power would go between 7 to 8 and me and Ammi, Abbu would go out and spend some time at my naani's place.

Every one would sit in the fornt lawn, talk and I and my cousins would play around. That day however, I had to study for my exam and Ammi was teaching me. Under the light of a "laaltain" (night lamp) I was sitting and studying with Ammi when there was a knock at our window. We checked and all my cousins were staring at us from the window asking Ammi "Phupho, ap itni jaldi kaisay pohanch gain andar" (Phupho how come you managed to reach inside so quickly). Shocked at that, we asked them what had happened.

We were told that a few seconds ago, they saw Ammi sitting in their front yard. As soon as someone tried to talk to her, she said that she was tired and walked towards the path of our house. Since it was dark, maamoun sent the kids to see if phupho wouldn't fall but the kids couldn't find her although they left as soon as she walked.

Both Ammi and I were kinda shocked. But knowing the habit of young kids and making stories, we decided to walk out to maamoun's place and ask them if that happened. Both my nani and maamoun were sitting there and maamoun asked, Baji inni jaldi kyun turr gaye si tussi (Baji, why did you leave so early). At that, Ammi told them that she was never even there in the first place and was teaching me inside our own house.

Needless to say, for the next few days I was extremely terrified of my own mother.

 

[WC-Passion]

So here it goes, since you asked for a story. Needless to say, this is absolutely true and something that happened with me. Carrying on with the story.

As kids, we lived right next to our Nani's (Grand Mothers house). Our house was far away from the city, in a small village of our own. When this happened, I was about 8 or 9 or something like that. On normal days, the power would go between 7 to 8 and me and Ammi, Abbu would go out and spend some time at my naani's place.

Every one would sit in the fornt lawn, talk and I and my cousins would play around. That day however, I had to study for my exam and Ammi was teaching me. Under the light of a "laaltain" (night lamp) I was sitting and studying with Ammi when there was a knock at our window. We checked and all my cousins were staring at us from the window asking Ammi "Phupho, ap itni jaldi kaisay pohanch gain andar" (Phupho how come you managed to reach inside so quickly). Shocked at that, we asked them what had happened.

We were told that a few seconds ago, they saw Ammi sitting in their front yard. As soon as someone tried to talk to her, she said that she was tired and walked towards the path of our house. Since it was dark, maamoun sent the kids to see if phupho wouldn't fall but the kids couldn't find her although they left as soon as she walked.

Both Ammi and I were kinda shocked. But knowing the habit of young kids and making stories, we decided to walk out to maamoun's place and ask them if that happened. Both my nani and maamoun were sitting there and maamoun asked, Baji inni jaldi kyun turr gaye si tussi (Baji, why did you leave so early). At that, Ammi told them that she was never even there in the first place and was teaching me inside our own house.

Needless to say, for the next few days I was extremely terrified of my own mother.

Freaky.

 

[Nostalgic]

So here it goes, since you asked for a story. Needless to say, this is absolutely true and something that happened with me. Carrying on with the story.

As kids, we lived right next to our Nani's (Grand Mothers house). Our house was far away from the city, in a small village of our own. When this happened, I was about 8 or 9 or something like that. On normal days, the power would go between 7 to 8 and me and Ammi, Abbu would go out and spend some time at my naani's place.

Every one would sit in the fornt lawn, talk and I and my cousins would play around. That day however, I had to study for my exam and Ammi was teaching me. Under the light of a "laaltain" (night lamp) I was sitting and studying with Ammi when there was a knock at our window. We checked and all my cousins were staring at us from the window asking Ammi "Phupho, ap itni jaldi kaisay pohanch gain andar" (Phupho how come you managed to reach inside so quickly). Shocked at that, we asked them what had happened.

We were told that a few seconds ago, they saw Ammi sitting in their front yard. As soon as someone tried to talk to her, she said that she was tired and walked towards the path of our house. Since it was dark, maamoun sent the kids to see if phupho wouldn't fall but the kids couldn't find her although they left as soon as she walked.

Both Ammi and I were kinda shocked. But knowing the habit of young kids and making stories, we decided to walk out to maamoun's place and ask them if that happened. Both my nani and maamoun were sitting there and maamoun asked, Baji inni jaldi kyun turr gaye si tussi (Baji, why did you leave so early). At that, Ammi told them that she was never even there in the first place and was teaching me inside our own house.

Needless to say, for the next few days I was extremely terrified of my own mother.

Doppelgänger.

I've had one impersonate me. I've related the story in one of the earlier posts.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Doppelgänger.

I've had one impersonate me. I've related the story in one of the earlier posts.

Can you please share a link of the thread if possible or is this story in this thread?

 

[Nostalgic]

Can you please share a link of the thread if possible or is this story in this thread?

It's in this thread. The trouble is, I probably have the most posts in this thread, so it may take you some time to find it. I'll try to get you a post number.

 

[Nostalgic]

Found it, [MENTION=133726]GoUgandaCranes[/MENTION]. Post 226 from June 11, 2014.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Found it, [MENTION=133726]GoUgandaCranes[/MENTION]. Post 226 from June 11, 2014.

Thank you. Read that.

I have a few others as well, will be sharing them later over here.

 

[Saqs]

Nice resurrection of the greatest thread on PP.

Have you guys heard about the search and rescue officers stories from USA, especially sightings of strange set of stairs in the middle of the woods? Some pretty freaky stuff.

 

[Indiafan]

Nice resurrection of the greatest thread on PP.

Have you guys heard about the search and rescue officers stories from USA, especially sightings of strange set of stairs in the middle of the woods? Some pretty freaky stuff.

No, please share

I remember this story in recent times which freaked me out

http://www.snopes.com/horrors/ghosts/deadcall.asp

Peck's body was recovered from the wreckage 12 hours after the accident. Yet for the first eleven of those hours, his cell phone placed call after call to his loved ones, calling his son, his brother, his stepmother, his sister, and his fiancée. In all, his various family members received 35 calls from his cell phone through that long night. When they answered, all they heard was static; when they called back, their calls went straight to voice mail. But the calls gave them hope that the man they loved was still alive, just trapped somewhere in the wreckage.

The barrage of calls prompted search crews to trace the whereabouts of the phone through its signal and to once again look through what was left of the first train, the location the calls were coming from. The calls searchers finally found Peck's body about an hour after the calls from his cell phone stopped.

Charles Peck had died on impact. Yet long past his death, his cell phone had continued to reach out to many of those he cared most about, and ultimately led rescuers to his mortal remains. (As far as investigators revealed, they never found Peck's cell phone.)

Happy new year Saqs

 

[Saqs]

No, please share

I remember this story in recent times which freaked me out

http://www.snopes.com/horrors/ghosts/deadcall.asp



Happy new year Saqs

Nice one. Happy new year to you too. Let me dig up the search and rescue tales. Some of the tales also speak of a person calling out to rescue officers from impossible to reach places. As if their apparition is helping them find their bodies. My cousin from the army when up in the Northern mountains also has similar tales if apparitions reaching out after death to help locate bodies.

 

[Saqs]

Rather than paraphrase here are the links to these stories. All in all its in seven parts. Keep an eye out for the stairways and the faceless man stories. [MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION]

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/co...e_officer_for_the_us_forest/?ref=search_posts

 

[Nostalgic]

Great to see this thread resurrected, and all the demons within it.

I'll read the stairway stories tonight. It's a shame I'm out of cocoa.

I get the feeling the entities in my current rented townhouse have gone quiescent, or departed, once they realized we weren't about to move out. It's almost as if the pall lifts, the feeling is so tangible, whenever that happens. As fate would have it however, soon we will be moving to our first house. While it's great to finally be buying a house, I'm not all too excited about those initial few months where we and the resident entities have to coexist. What if they don't leave?

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

great to see this thread resurrected, and all the demons within it.

I'll read the stairway stories tonight. It's a shame i'm out of cocoa.

I get the feeling the entities in my current rented townhouse have gone quiescent, or departed, once they realized we weren't about to move out. It's almost as if the pall lifts, the feeling is so tangible, whenever that happens. As fate would have it however, soon we will be moving to our first house. While it's great to finally be buying a house, i'm not all too excited about those initial few months where we and the resident entities have to coexist. What if they don't leave?

coexist )

 

[Saqs]

So I spoke to my cousin who was in the army and has been posted all over Pakistan about paranormal stuff. He said when we meet next he will tell me what he was told by his Pir as main signs to differentiate humans from Jinns taking the human form. Should be an interesting conversation.

 

[Nostalgic]

So I spoke to my cousin who was in the army and has been posted all over Pakistan about paranormal stuff. He said when we meet next he will tell me what he was told by his Pir as main signs to differentiate humans from Jinns taking the human form. Should be an interesting conversation.

I'll be really interested in what he has to say. I wonder if there is any truth in them only impersonating really short or really tall people.

 

[Saqs]

I'll be really interested in what he has to say. I wonder if there is any truth in them only impersonating really short or really tall people.

I'm more interested in the questions you have. I will compile a list and go to him with these. Any others?

 

[Nostalgic]

I'm more interested in the questions you have. I will compile a list and go to him with these. Any others?

Well, there's this tall/short belief. Elsewhere in this thread there was the discussion about the buzurg with the noorani face who is likely to show up at a mithai shop just before it closes. And then there is the cat vs snake debate, which isn't really about impersonating humans per se, just impersonation in general.

Also there's the belief that there is something about the name or the appearance that is a telltale hint to those who know what to look for.

Finally, can you ask if, on the rare occasions where they appear to humans in their actual form, is it always intentional, or can it be inadvertent as well?

 

[Saqs]

Well, there's this tall/short belief. Elsewhere in this thread there was the discussion about the buzurg with the noorani face who is likely to show up at a mithai shop just before it closes. And then there is the cat vs snake debate, which isn't really about impersonating humans per se, just impersonation in general.

Also there's the belief that there is something about the name or the appearance that is a telltale hint to those who know what to look for.

Finally, can you ask if, on the rare occasions where they appear to humans in their actual form, is it always intentional, or can it be inadvertent as well?

Cool. I'll get back to you with these.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Waiting anxiously for this ...

Come back with the answers and questions quickly Saqs

 

[Syed1]

This is my favourite thread on all of PP. Also it is completely free from parosi or home grown trolls..

 

[Arham_PakFan]

Great(and scary)thread.

Okay,this story is something that happened to a friend of mine.

My friend was watching a football match on TV late at night,when he heard several pieces glass falling down and shattering in the kitchen.He saw his mother coming out from the kitchen and going back inside after glancing towards him.Obviously creeped out,he went into the kitchen to check things out,and saw no sign that someone was just in there.He also didn't see any broken glass.He went to his parents room and saw that both of them were sleeping.The next day he inquired about the incident from his mother and she said she wasn't in the kitchen at night and didn't hear any glass breaking.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Great(and scary)thread.

Okay,this story is something that happened to a friend of mine.

My friend was watching a football match on TV late at night,when he heard several pieces glass falling down and shattering in the kitchen.He saw his mother coming out from the kitchen and going back inside after glancing towards him.Obviously creeped out,he went into the kitchen to check things out,and saw no sign that someone was just in there.He also didn't see any broken glass.He went to his parents room and saw that both of them were sleeping.The next day he inquired about the incident from his mother and she said she wasn't in the kitchen at night and didn't hear any glass breaking.

I am currently alone and now I am hearing imaginary voices

Time to sneak inside the razai )

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

This is my favourite thread on all of PP. Also it is completely free from parosi or home grown trolls..

Thank you for not considering me a troll

 

[Nostalgic]

Cool. I'll get back to you with these.

Waiting anxiously for this ...

Come back with the answers and questions quickly Saqs

Waiting with bated breath. In the absence of reported supernatural activity, a discussion on the finer details of impersonation would do very nicely.

 

[Saqs]

Waiting with bated breath. In the absence of reported supernatural activity, a discussion on the finer details of impersonation would do very nicely.

Ok so I should be visiting Pak soon and will chat to him. In the meantime he has told me that one easy way of telling is that they will not blink. This is also the case with people under their influence/possession.

 

[Saqs]

Also, he mentioned that he was taught that they had telepathic powers. This is how they are able to reach into the depths of human minds and show them what they want to see eg impersonating deceased loved ones.

Not sure how true this is but was interesting.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Also, he mentioned that he was taught that they had telepathic powers. This is how they are able to reach into the depths of human minds and show them what they want to see eg impersonating deceased loved ones.

Not sure how true this is but was interesting.

So basically you are saying that they have telepathich powers and don't blink.

How will that help me see if the other person is impersonating me as they are already reading my mind and adapting themselves according to my thought process?

 

[Saqs]

So basically you are saying that they have telepathich powers and don't blink.

How will that help me see if the other person is impersonating me as they are already reading my mind and adapting themselves according to my thought process?

Therein lies their power

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Therein lies their power

That just makes me ask more questions - this doesn't satisfy me, I need more answers Saqs ..

 

[Nostalgic]

Ok so I should be visiting Pak soon and will chat to him. In the meantime he has told me that one easy way of telling is that they will not blink. This is also the case with people under their influence/possession.

I had never heard of that. I'll now be on the lookout for suspicious, non-blinking, would-be humans.

Have you heard the stories of how, when they impersonate humans (or other creatures for that matter), they are able to extend their limbs very long distances. There is a story on this thread about the goat with the long legs.

There was another one I read once. Akhbar-e-Jehan, the venerable yet pulpy weekly magazine from the Jang group of newspapers, used to, and probably still does, run (supposedly) true stories contributed by their readers.

This one was by a guy studying at some religious school in Medina. He was traveling back from Mecca, in the evening twilight, and picked up a hitch hiker. He later realized it was odd that a hitch hiker was on that highway. Anyhow, the hitch hiker didn't have a place to stay in Medina, so our kindly narrator allowed him to stay at his hostel room. His roommate is away, so the hitch hiker gets the roommate's bed, which is across the room from the narrator's. The air conditioner is directly above the narrator's bed. Now, the air conditioner is the Chekhov's Gun in this story.

They fall asleep, and the narrator wakes up in the middle of the night, to find a hand turning the air conditioner knob. He thinks it is the hitch hiker, who is feeling warm. It is the hitch hiker, but the trouble is, he hasn't deigned to walk across the room to turn the knob. No, he is still lying in bed, and his arm is extending a good ten feet to the air conditioner above the narrator's bed.

The narrator, being a student of religion, knows exactly what is happening. He watches through the corner of his eyes till the arm retracts, and then in a flash, rushes for the door and out of the room, calling for help. Once help arrives, they find the bed empty, but obviously slept in.

 

[Nostalgic]

Also, he mentioned that he was taught that they had telepathic powers. This is how they are able to reach into the depths of human minds and show them what they want to see eg impersonating deceased loved ones.

Not sure how true this is but was interesting.

This is well-established. They are also able to detect your fear. Have you noticed how the feeling of a presence and the fear of it are in a symbiotic relationship, one feeding off the second, each intensifying the other?

We've discussed the Qareen earlier in this thread. It whispers in your inner ear, and is about as "telepathic" as anything can be.

 

[Saqs]

This is well-established. They are also able to detect your fear. Have you noticed how the feeling of a presence and the fear of it are in a symbiotic relationship, one feeding off the second, each intensifying the other?

We've discussed the Qareen earlier in this thread. It whispers in your inner ear, and is about as "telepathic" as anything can be.

Yes, but I always put that down to the Placebo effect the brain can have. Interesting.

Tell me more about the Qareen.

 

[Saqs]

I had never heard of that. I'll now be on the lookout for suspicious, non-blinking, would-be humans.

Have you heard the stories of how, when they impersonate humans (or other creatures for that matter), they are able to extend their limbs very long distances. There is a story on this thread about the goat with the long legs.

There was another one I read once. Akhbar-e-Jehan, the venerable yet pulpy weekly magazine from the Jang group of newspapers, used to, and probably still does, run (supposedly) true stories contributed by their readers.

This one was by a guy studying at some religious school in Medina. He was traveling back from Mecca, in the evening twilight, and picked up a hitch hiker. He later realized it was odd that a hitch hiker was on that highway. Anyhow, the hitch hiker didn't have a place to stay in Medina, so our kindly narrator allowed him to stay at his hostel room. His roommate is away, so the hitch hiker gets the roommate's bed, which is across the room from the narrator's. The air conditioner is directly above the narrator's bed. Now, the air conditioner is the Chekhov's Gun in this story.

They fall asleep, and the narrator wakes up in the middle of the night, to find a hand turning the air conditioner knob. He thinks it is the hitch hiker, who is feeling warm. It is the hitch hiker, but the trouble is, he hasn't deigned to walk across the room to turn the knob. No, he is still lying in bed, and his arm is extending a good ten feet to the air conditioner above the narrator's bed.

The narrator, being a student of religion, knows exactly what is happening. He watches through the corner of his eyes till the arm retracts, and then in a flash, rushes for the door and out of the room, calling for help. Once help arrives, they find the bed empty, but obviously slept in.

Ah yes, extended limbs tales. These are very commonly told, often at the expense of some poor individual who has just married a beautiful girl, only to find out on the night of the wedding that he has partaken in an inter-species wedding when the young bride doesn't get out of bed to switch the light off (i.e. just extends the limbs).

I remember vividly as a child, my uncle watching this Indian horror movie called "Bees Saal Baad" (20 years later). In that, there was a white cloth-wearing "churail" who extends her arms from one part of the house to the other. It always stuck with me and freaked me out. I bet though if I watch this film again I would most likely just laugh at how absurd the graphics are.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Ah yes, extended limbs tales. These are very commonly told, often at the expense of some poor individual who has just married a beautiful girl, only to find out on the night of the wedding that he has partaken in an inter-species wedding when the young bride doesn't get out of bed to switch the light off (i.e. just extends the limbs).

I remember vividly as a child, my uncle watching this Indian horror movie called "Bees Saal Baad" (20 years later). In that, there was a white cloth-wearing "churail" who extends her arms from one part of the house to the other. It always stuck with me and freaked me out. I bet though if I watch this film again I would most likely just laugh at how absurd the graphics are.

When are you going to have a detailed conversation on this topic with your person?

I am still unsure, if they can feel that they are beginning to have a doubt, how will they still let you idntify their identity?

 

[Nostalgic]

Yes, but I always put that down to the Placebo effect the brain can have. Interesting.

Tell me more about the Qareen.

The Qareen is the companion Jinn, which everyone has. He is there to lead you astray, and is constantly whispering. You'll find numerous references to it in literature. There is the famous Hadith in which the Prophet PBUH says that he too has one, but it converted to Islam and does not attempt to lead him astray.

There are chillas to converse with it. Imagine doing that: talking to an entity that has been with you since birth. A lot of these mediums and fortune tellers rely on a dead person's Qareen to convince that person's relatives that he is really in touch with the dead soul.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

The Qareen is the companion Jinn, which everyone has. He is there to lead you astray, and is constantly whispering. You'll find numerous references to it in literature. There is the famous Hadith in which the Prophet PBUH says that he too has one, but it converted to Islam and does not attempt to lead him astray.

There are chillas to converse with it. Imagine doing that: talking to an entity that has been with you since birth. A lot of these mediums and fortune tellers rely on a dead person's Qareen to convince that person's relatives that he is really in touch with the dead soul.

A question: So the people who claim to converse with dead spirits are just talking with the Qareem of that person?

Also, is there any way to converse with the spirit without talking with the qareem?

 

[Nostalgic]

A question: So the people who claim to converse with dead spirits are just talking with the Qareem of that person?

Also, is there any way to converse with the spirit without talking with the qareem?

Qareen, with an n at the end

The amateurs aren't even talking to it, they could easily do some research on the dead person beforehand, or speak in vague generalities. Talking to the Qareen, or other Jinn for that matter, is hardcore stuff.

There are prayers for conversing with dead people in your dreams, but there's no way of knowing if what you see in your dreams really is them. I've known people who have done it, and the things the dead relatives related were chilling.

Another theory is that dead souls are "allowed" a visit back when their loved ones are in extreme distress. Here too, I've known people who claim to have been visited by dead relatives, and that they don't even realize what has happened until much later.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Qareen, with an n at the end

The amateurs aren't even talking to it, they could easily do some research on the dead person beforehand, or speak in vague generalities. Talking to the Qareen, or other Jinn for that matter, is hardcore stuff.

There are prayers for conversing with dead people in your dreams, but there's no way of knowing if what you see in your dreams really is them. I've known people who have done it, and the things the dead relatives related were chilling.

Another theory is that dead souls are "allowed" a visit back when their loved ones are in extreme distress. Here too, I've known people who claim to have been visited by dead relatives, and that they don't even realize what has happened until much later.

Sorry for being dyslexic for a moment.

Can you elaborate the chilling tales of the dead? What kind of stuff came up in those conversations?

 

[Nostalgic]

Sorry for being dyslexic for a moment.

Can you elaborate the chilling tales of the dead? What kind of stuff came up in those conversations?

A cousin of mine prayed to meet our deceased grandfather. Eventually, one night she saw an empty room. A door opened, and our grandfather crawled in. His hands and feet were in fetters, and he had on the dirtiest cloak possible, sort of like an Arabian saub or whatever it's called. His hair and beard were disheveled and dirty, but oddly enough he still had his thick glasses on.

He described quite a few of the punishments in the grave, and he said "they beat me and they don't even tire."

He tried to show some interest in what she had to say about how we were all doing, but he was obviously preoccupied with his own state.

Now, whether she had dreamt all this out of her own imagination, fearing the worst for his state, or if it really was him, there's really no way to tell. Needless to say through, my mother and aunts and uncles were really distressed, and started holding Quran Khwaanis for him. Like with all things in life, time moves on, and everyone eventually went their merry ways, forgetting about this event. That cousin though still makes it a point to pray for him especially.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

A cousin of mine prayed to meet our deceased grandfather. Eventually, one night she saw an empty room. A door opened, and our grandfather crawled in. His hands and feet were in fetters, and he had on the dirtiest cloak possible, sort of like an Arabian saub or whatever it's called. His hair and beard were disheveled and dirty, but oddly enough he still had his thick glasses on.

He described quite a few of the punishments in the grave, and he said "they beat me and they don't even tire."

He tried to show some interest in what she had to say about how we were all doing, but he was obviously preoccupied with his own state.

Now, whether she had dreamt all this out of her own imagination, fearing the worst for his state, or if it really was him, there's really no way to tell. Needless to say through, my mother and aunts and uncles were really distressed, and started holding Quran Khwaanis for him. Like with all things in life, time moves on, and everyone eventually went their merry ways, forgetting about this event. That cousin though still makes it a point to pray for him especially.

Well, since you have shared this with me as well, I am also going to at this moment pray for him.

May his soul rest in peace.

 

[Nostalgic]

Well, since you have shared this with me as well, I am also going to at this moment pray for him.

May his soul rest in peace.

Thanks, I appreciate it!

He wasn't a very likable person in his youth, very aggressive, but had mellowed significantly towards the end, and become very pious, like all our elderly people do. If the dream was true, the speculation on part of one scholar we talked to was that everyone goes through the cleansing process for whatever sins they did commit, even if they were minor.

 

[CricketCartoons]

Have checked in another hotel now. An old mansion with thick wooden doors converted into a hotel. Let's see how the night goes.

 

[Belawal2014]

Have checked in another hotel now. An old mansion with thick wooden doors converted into a hotel. Let's see how the night goes.

I hope you're subjected to the full force of the paranormal.

 

[CricketCartoons]

I hope you're subjected to the full force of the paranormal.

I don't know what I have done to deserve so much hate on this forum.

 

[Belawal2014]

I don't know what I have done to deserve so much hate on this forum.

Was a joke. A pretty bad one now that I think of it. Dw man, I love your presence on this forum.

 

[TM Riddle]

Just returned from a trip to Bhangarh.Nothing spooky ,just an old deserted village resembling Ramsay brothers old horror movie set.I remember being **** scared last time I went there as a kid.People interested in history might find it interesting though with all the legends associated with it.

 

[shaz619]

If there's something strange in yoo NEIGHBOURHOOD! WHOO YA GONNA CALL?!!

GHOSTTTT BUSTERSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!

 

[uberkoen]

It’s been rather quiet here for the past few months and I’d like to get this thread back in action again so I thought I’d share an interesting story with you guys.


When I was living in Pakistan we would go to our ancestral home near Multan on all Eid’s. The village where my grandfather’s house is located is about half an hour from Khanewal and has about 40-50 houses and everyone residing in the village is basically family (one way or the other) as this is where my great grandfather’s children all settled when they migrated from India. The village itself and the houses are rather old. Pre-partition era and it was originally occupied by Sikhs.

As you would have with any other place such as this one, there are several stories about hauntings and Jinns but personally I have never witnessed anything. However, when you visit the place it does send a chill down your spine especially at night. The entire village is surrounded by nothing but fields for miles and miles. Till recently, there were no street lights or anything and it would get pitch dark after Maghrib.

For us as kids, this was always very freaky because we wanted to spend time with our cousins, going from one house to the next but it was always scary maneuvering through those dark narrow streets. One would just always feel like they’re being watched.

At my cousins house in the village, one late evening, I met an aunty (my dad's cousin) who had lived in the village when she was younger. She started telling me about how my great grandmother would teach Qur’an to female Jinn’s and that she even befriended one.

Personally, I wasn’t having any of it and I thought she’s just trying to scare me but then the other two adults present in the house corroborated the story and the incidents. This is her story.

Initially, the aunty and the Jinni became very good friends apparently. This aunty would make requests and the Jinni would fulfill them. Requests such as bringing various food items for her to eat while she was studying or to go over to the next village and get some notes from her friend’s notebook. Stuff like that.

Apparently, the two had been good friends for years until the aunty was married off and ended up moving to Karachi. The Jinni was not impressed and followed her to her new home. Initially, she was not very disruptive and would just resort to mischievous activities such as hiding things but then down the years it started to get a bit serious when the aunty would be attacked and she would have her clothes ripped.

The aunty tells me things got very serious when she had her first child and the Jinni started making him her victim. The baby would be up all night crying for no reasons. A couple of times, the baby had apparently gone missing and was found in the basement locked inside a room.

This is when the family decided to take some action. They sought advice and the person they reached out to asked my aunt to speak to the Jinni and talk some sense into her. The conversation between the aunty and the Jinni revealed that the Jinni was upset that her best friend had gotten married and wasn’t spending time with her like she used to. The Jinni was apparently not resorting to anything vicious thus far but threatened her that she should leave her husband and child and come back to the village otherwise things would get serious.

The aunty spoke to the Jinni and somehow convinced her to get married as well and to leave her alone. The story goes that the next few months were rather peaceful and no weird occurrences happened until the Jinni decided to move back into the house with all her in-laws.

The aunty said that even though they would not harm them but at night you could smell food cooking from various rooms and you could hear laughter and whispers. She said she had been okay with all that but her child, who was a young boy by that time, started getting extremely frightened when he would hear random sounds emanating from the middle of nowhere.

This kept happening for a few years until things got louder and more frequent. Apparently, there were a total of 16 Jinns now residing in that house. Eventually, an exorcism was performed on the house to rid it off all the Jinns.

At that time I didn’t buy the story at all. Nor do I buy it completely now because it seems too far-fetched to me but everytime I’ve met someone connected to this aunty and I’ve asked them about this story they have replied with a resounding yes, I remember when that happened.

 

[IslamabadUnited]

What does seeing a apparition in dream mean?

 

[marlonbrowndo]

This thread is something special. Bump. Share more stories, doesnt matter if you lie about the "based on a true story" part. Coenn brothers style

 

[marlonbrowndo]

If there's something strange in yoo NEIGHBOURHOOD! WHOO YA GONNA CALL?!!

GHOSTTTT BUSTERSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOST!

Bro this does NOT fit in well with the tone of this thread

 

[marlonbrowndo]

This happened to me when i was 19 years old, living in Karachi, was probably the worst year of my life. So A-level exams were getting close and preparations started and i took way more stress, i was stupid started cramming up all the stuff didn't sleep well that night, anyways next day i had a chem exam and i was positive that i was gonna have a really bad exam. Unfortunately my centre was DA Degree women college next to White cemetery(**** Kaburastan). So the things about Jinnat are they can detect stress in any human being. My stupidity was that i did not even took a shower that morning so i was not in the state of Wudu or anything. Anyway i went to the assigned room , and during the paper i was trembling literally was about to pass out. I felt this strange entity not letting me do my paper, my hands were freezing cold. Anyway exam finished, it was my last exam and 3 months holidays were ahead of me and yet i had no feeling of being happy or excited. I went to bed that night and couldn't sleep, at some point i notice i was talking to myself. But i wasn't talking to myself but to this Ghost who was a british man. He use to tell me about himself every night and i use to ignore him, i use to think i was just in crazy stress and that it is all coming out in the form of me talking to myself. Anyway one night i told my mom i don't want to sleep in my room. Mom agreed that i can sleep on the mattress in her room. So again i was not able to sleep that night, however in the middle of the night i got angry and told him i don't want to talk to you, and that if he speaks to me again i will tell my parents about him. This made him angry and he slapped me on my face. I freaked out and immediately started saying to mom ' Ammi Ammi'
My mom gets freaked out pretty fast she was like 'What happened? What happened?'
I told her ' Ammi yeh mujhe jaan se mar de ga' Before this i never had a ghost experience in my life so this freaked me out to like crazy level. I was almost crying and then it happened he literally took control over my vocal cords and i screamed like a ****ing exorcist 'NOOOOOOOOOO' it was like HULK screaming literally my whole voice echoed in the room (as i have heard what jinnat do is make you perform such activity that make you lose surplus amounts of energy, hence making you weak and sleepy) and my mom got very scared. Anyway my dad was trying to get my mind off this so he was constantly saying to me 'Its just a stress of the past exams have some hot milk' he told my mom to make me some hot milk.
My dad believed in this stuff because it is in Quran but never had an encounter so he didn't give much importance to it. My mom was a firm believer because in my mom's family side, i have a lot of cousins that have encountered things like these. So my mom kept on asking me question, who is he, where did you meet him, how long has he been with you and i also to keep my mind off it kept on saying its just stress mom and also i was saying stuff to mom in URDU so that whoever he is doesn't understand me. I prayed fajr with my dad trembling and cold. My dad asked me to sleep on his spot next to mom. My mom was reciting Quran in my ear and suddenly i got such a bad fever i couldn't even move due to this weight on my back then chest. My dad went straight with driver to get a goat for slaughter of sadaqah. I couldn't sleep either, and i could say like 2 or 3 words to my mom every half an hour. My dad got a black goat to his room he asked me to touch it, i patted him with my weak, cold, trembling hand and then he took it out into garage for slaughter. After the goat was slaughter i felt a bit relieved but still i could sense something around me but weaker. So my dad told now you can get up and take a shower. I took a shower, i could still hear him screaming in my ear while i was walking or taking shower. Every night i would go to sleep in my mom's room and when ever i would try to sleep i would feel this intense current in my feet rising towards my upper body which would eventually wake me up. Good part was he stopped talking to me, but worst was i was in deep agonising pain. I use to feel slaps on my face, pinching on my skin and my legs would go sleep like the moment i was on bed or sitting on sofa. my dad bought me xbox to keep my mind off things, but the moment i would start to concentrate on game i was get current impulses in my feet like crazy and pinching on my elbow. This continued for days i was in transition state of sleep, like getting up every ten minutes. All he was trying to do was not let me sleep so that i can lose my will power completely. My mom couldn't see me in this state and told this to mamu, he came straight to my home and told me to get in the car, he is taking me someplace for colleges and Univ admissions. He used that as to not let the ghost know that he was taking me to some well known Pir. This guy was located in a mosque far far away from karachi and surrounding him were people with jin problems. He ask me 'what is wrong' i told him ' i can't sleep and gets pinches, slaps and electrical impulses in my arms, legs and entire body' He told me to shake his hand, so he was holding my one hand and other hand on my heart. He gave something to mamu for me to watch every night while it burns. It was something that would kill him that is what that was basically for. Anyway that night i started doing that amal and the moment i did started watching that chits on fire. All the pain in the body that was already there tripled like 10 times, i could tell he(ghost) didn't like it what i was doing but again i wanted to get better. But this was killing me that pinching, slaps, and pain got more intense and more worse. My sleepless nights continued he was trying to suffocate me every night and parents were right next to me, i could see tears in my mom's eyes. This continued for a month i went to two other Pir. But again they couldn't help me. Then my khalo came across this angel send by Allah to protect me and relieve me from this pain.
Maulana Lahori Sahab this guy talked to me on the phone said this verse and i felt lightness, but it went away after a while. Maulana Lahori Sahab was coming from Lahore to see me. His flight was in like 3 hours and i think somehow Jinnat managed to find that out, and i started hearing Azaan in my ears. I told my mom and she got sick worried she called my Khalo who was supposed to pick up Maulana, but then he was coming for me to take me with him and see Maulana for himself before its too late. Finally he landed in Karachi, we picked him up, was a humorous guy as well he was like dw we will find a nice Jinni for this one so that he will go away i giggled. He arrived at our home, he hold my hand and said close your eyes. He said some verse and said' whoever you're what is your name and what do you want' i was a bit frightened but there was silence and i was a bit strong so there was no way this ghost was gonna talk through me. He then told his partner stand a wall between me and him. The moment he said a verse for that everything was light and calm for me those pinching, slaps and pain was gone. Still not completely because jinnat leave their assrat which cause minor pain but they go away after a while, which they did. The worst parts of being in possession was the pain and that i use to get angry on small petty things and also i had a really strong strength so took down my brother who is bigger then me on many occasions.

Alhamdulillah Life couldn't be better after that. We want on a family vacation for two weeks to China and after we were back turns out, before leaving that ******* invited all the other jinnats to torment me because i was stressed and so there was this female jinni who was into me and then it all started happening again this time it was different i could feel someone having sex with me in the middle of the night and whenever i got up next morning you know ejaculation. This happened first night and i thought it was just my hormones then started happening every night and i got worried told my mom. She contacted Maulana Lahori sahab and he said i have a Muslim Jinni crazy in love with me. Maulana sahab stayed at my home for 2 weeks and treated me by reading and blowing air to my face catching her in a bottle bits by bits. This happened for 2 weeks then i started feeling well and healthy, at last he made me throw through that bottle into the sea tightly closed. Couldn't be happier Allah saved me from all this torment i guess it was a lesson for me, he wanted me to be a 5 times namazi which i am now
ALHAMDULILLAH

To all those who read this please tell your parents immediately when you feel anything like this i didn't i waited too long and that's why it got worst. Don't hide anything like this from them it will save you from all the pain i went through. Trust me if was the worst year of my Life. I pray that none of this comes on any of you.

Well that escalated quickly.

Anyway I hope you are alright now. You have that jinnis number by any chance?

 

[Syed2015]

Best.
Thread.
On.
PP.

Have read like 5 times through all the pages as yet. Never gets boring, and specially less intimidating. I think i shall go for another perusal of this thread. Though, i want to sleep tonight. So maybe tomorrow...

 

[Sidilicious]

a good read this thread, if you want a bit of comic relief.

Best was the masking of nocturnal emission as some supernatural occurrence.

 

[TM Riddle]

Our house in my village is a very old haveli(at least 150 years old) and my bedroom is on the second floor .The other rooms on the floor are locked up as most of my family has shifted to Jaipur and no one lives in the house except for my grandparents.So whenever I visit the village(which I do often as I'm kinda attached to both my grandparents) I sleep in that room and I always hear voices coming out from terrace as if someone is walking hurriedly up there.Mind you there's no other house nearby and ours is the biggest one in the whole area.The footsteps would sound for like 5 minutes and then stop and again start after an hour or so and this goes on for whole night.Used to be pretty scared earlier when I was young but now I tend to ignore it.Didn't tell my grandparents about it as I don't want them to get worried.

 

[IslamabadUnited]

Our house in my village is a very old haveli(at least 150 years old) and my bedroom is on the second floor .The other rooms on the floor are locked up as most of my family has shifted to Jaipur and no one lives in the house except for my grandparents.So whenever I visit the village(which I do often as I'm kinda attached to both my grandparents) I sleep in that room and I always hear voices coming out from terrace as if someone is walking hurriedly up there.Mind you there's no other house nearby and ours is the biggest one in the whole area.The footsteps would sound for like 5 minutes and then stop and again start after an hour or so and this goes on for whole night.Used to be pretty scared earlier when I was young but now I tend to ignore it.Didn't tell my grandparents about it as I don't want them to get worried.

I wouldn't want to live in a house that's 150 years old.

 

[IslamabadUnited]

It’s been rather quiet here for the past few months and I’d like to get this thread back in action again so I thought I’d share an interesting story with you guys.


When I was living in Pakistan we would go to our ancestral home near Multan on all Eid’s. The village where my grandfather’s house is located is about half an hour from Khanewal and has about 40-50 houses and everyone residing in the village is basically family (one way or the other) as this is where my great grandfather’s children all settled when they migrated from India. The village itself and the houses are rather old. Pre-partition era and it was originally occupied by Sikhs.

As you would have with any other place such as this one, there are several stories about hauntings and Jinns but personally I have never witnessed anything. However, when you visit the place it does send a chill down your spine especially at night. The entire village is surrounded by nothing but fields for miles and miles. Till recently, there were no street lights or anything and it would get pitch dark after Maghrib.

For us as kids, this was always very freaky because we wanted to spend time with our cousins, going from one house to the next but it was always scary maneuvering through those dark narrow streets. One would just always feel like they’re being watched.

At my cousins house in the village, one late evening, I met an aunty (my dad's cousin) who had lived in the village when she was younger. She started telling me about how my great grandmother would teach Qur’an to female Jinn’s and that she even befriended one.

Personally, I wasn’t having any of it and I thought she’s just trying to scare me but then the other two adults present in the house corroborated the story and the incidents. This is her story.

Initially, the aunty and the Jinni became very good friends apparently. This aunty would make requests and the Jinni would fulfill them. Requests such as bringing various food items for her to eat while she was studying or to go over to the next village and get some notes from her friend’s notebook. Stuff like that.

Apparently, the two had been good friends for years until the aunty was married off and ended up moving to Karachi. The Jinni was not impressed and followed her to her new home. Initially, she was not very disruptive and would just resort to mischievous activities such as hiding things but then down the years it started to get a bit serious when the aunty would be attacked and she would have her clothes ripped.

The aunty tells me things got very serious when she had her first child and the Jinni started making him her victim. The baby would be up all night crying for no reasons. A couple of times, the baby had apparently gone missing and was found in the basement locked inside a room.

This is when the family decided to take some action. They sought advice and the person they reached out to asked my aunt to speak to the Jinni and talk some sense into her. The conversation between the aunty and the Jinni revealed that the Jinni was upset that her best friend had gotten married and wasn’t spending time with her like she used to. The Jinni was apparently not resorting to anything vicious thus far but threatened her that she should leave her husband and child and come back to the village otherwise things would get serious.

The aunty spoke to the Jinni and somehow convinced her to get married as well and to leave her alone. The story goes that the next few months were rather peaceful and no weird occurrences happened until the Jinni decided to move back into the house with all her in-laws.

The aunty said that even though they would not harm them but at night you could smell food cooking from various rooms and you could hear laughter and whispers. She said she had been okay with all that but her child, who was a young boy by that time, started getting extremely frightened when he would hear random sounds emanating from the middle of nowhere.

This kept happening for a few years until things got louder and more frequent. Apparently, there were a total of 16 Jinns now residing in that house. Eventually, an exorcism was performed on the house to rid it off all the Jinns.

At that time I didn’t buy the story at all. Nor do I buy it completely now because it seems too far-fetched to me but everytime I’ve met someone connected to this aunty and I’ve asked them about this story they have replied with a resounding yes, I remember when that happened.

Very interesting story.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

[MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION]

You must have gathered some more insights mate. This thread should never get buried - it's too good.

 

[Firebreaker]

Tbh I do not believe in the stories of Nostalgic.Most of them seem fictional and the most fictional story in this thread is the one made up by [MENTION=3327]Indiafan[/MENTION]

 

[Firebreaker]

Tbh it's not the longest and scariest story but it is something which happens with me everyday


Whenever I see myself in mirror I freak out

 

[Spookiewookie]

Well that escalated quickly.

Anyway I hope you are alright now. You have that jinnis number by any chance?

Agree - that story was an interesting read - not sure what to make of any of these paranormal encounters.

 

[Nostalgic]

[MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION]

You must have gathered some more insights mate. This thread should never get buried - it's too good.

The presences that haunt me are on a hiatus. The one time in recent memory where I felt something was when I was moving to my new house, and went back to the dark empty townhouse that I had just vacated, to fetch one last thing.

It was frightening climbing three sets of stairs, but only after turning the light on each time, as if that would ward off anything intent on making its presence known, and the actual act of turning the light on, to cast a glance at what was, mere hours ago, my abode, now stripped of my possessions, and half expecting seeing something, something that has possibly reclaimed the space that I may have been encroaching on.

It was a scene straight out of the textbook of stereotypical Pakistani paranormal encounters: dusk, and the crippling dread that strikes one in spite of the knowledge that there are neighbors on either side of the house, and the feeling of moving deeper and deeper into the lair as one ascends the stairs, each step further and further from the safety of what lies beyond the front door.

Nothing happened of course. The torment lives on. I grabbed what I had come for, and rushed out. And of course I didn't look over my shoulder, so as to not tempt fate.

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

The presences that haunt me are on a hiatus. The one time in recent memory where I felt something was when I was moving to my new house, and went back to the dark empty townhouse that I had just vacated, to fetch one last thing.

It was frightening climbing three sets of stairs, but only after turning the light on each time, as if that would ward off anything intent on making its presence known, and the actual act of turning the light on, to cast a glance at what was, mere hours ago, my abode, now stripped of my possessions, and half expecting seeing something, something that has possibly reclaimed the space that I may have been encroaching on.

It was a scene straight out of the textbook of stereotypical Pakistani paranormal encounters: dusk, and the crippling dread that strikes one in spite of the knowledge that there are neighbors on either side of the house, and the feeling of moving deeper and deeper into the lair as one ascends the stairs, each step further and further from the safety of what lies beyond the front door.

Nothing happened of course. The torment lives on. I grabbed what I had come for, and rushed out. And of course I didn't look over my shoulder, so as to not tempt fate.

It's a good thing that you didn't tempt fate. Hardly anything good ever comes from that.

I've been compiling a few stories of my own - some suni sunaai and the other based on my personal experiences.

I'm just going to find some time over the weekend and write them here. I mean, I do have the time even now but putting them in the form of words requires mental effort and asking the brain to work out extra on Friday afternoon is kinda too much to ask for.

 

[marlonbrowndo]

My ancestral home in Multan is haunted by an old religious man. I have been there just once and never felt anything however everyone in my family knows this and more than 5 people who are currently alive have seen him. 20 years ago my uncle who still lives there was alone and watching wrestling on TV during maghrib azaan. So the old guy comes up to him from behind and starts shouting and tries to attack him. My uncle ran out of the house and when everyone returned he told them what happened. (Everyone knew about the old guy because he had been there for years before this incident took place) The strange thing is that he only appears when there is one person in the house. Even if there are 2 he has never been sighted. It has to be one person alone.

 

[Mamoon]

My ancestral home in Multan is haunted by an old religious man. I have been there just once and never felt anything however everyone in my family knows this and more than 5 people who are currently alive have seen him. 20 years ago my uncle who still lives there was alone and watching wrestling on TV during maghrib azaan. So the old guy comes up to him from behind and starts shouting and tries to attack him. My uncle ran out of the house and when everyone returned he told them what happened. (Everyone knew about the old guy because he had been there for years before this incident took place) The strange thing is that he only appears when there is one person in the house. Even if there are 2 he has never been sighted. It has to be one person alone.

That is because when you are alone, you are afraid and your fear drives your mind to manufacture something that does not exist.

This old man resides in the heads of your family.

If I tell you that a certain room is haunted by a woman, chances are that when you are in the room alone, you might sense something that may not feel normal to you and you will attribute it to the lady.

These things do not exist in reality; just a figment of our imagination driven by the natural fear of being alone and vulnerable.

 

[ahmedwaqas92]

I have personally seen quite some stuff in my life but I am that kind of guy who doesn't take these things seriously however what happened today almost a couple of hours ago was something I feel I just had to share. I've already informed my parents and elders about it - to make dua for me and everything but while the experience was a little terrifying I thought that I would most definitely share it on PP.

As most of you might know (at least the seniors) I am currently working in Malaysia; Johor Bahru to be exact and have been residing in this country for the last 3 years. I work in a Financial Services firm so my job hours are absolutely horrendous, sometimes I am coming home around midnight or even after that. Nevertheless it isn't really a problem since Malaysia is very well developed and there is hardly any crime whatsoever so even if it's 1 am in the morning I don't exactly feel afraid to walk my way home or to walk to my apartment from the nearest bus terminal.

Having said the above, I was as usual running extremely late from work so around 11:20 pm I decided that I would close shop and go home because the last bus from where I work to my apartment goes around 11:30 pm and it takes approximately an hour to reach my bus terminal - from there usually I have to walk another 20 mins to reach my complex.

I took the bus, as usual and since this was the last route, there hardly were any passengers on board that rode along towards my destination. Unfortunately tonight, about 5-6 stops before my terminal, the bus broke down due to some mechanical problem and it wouldn't start. Now the driver told me that my two options were that either I take a cab home or I walk to where ever I was going since the problem with the bus was non resolvable in the time designated for the route.

I was like ok no biggie !! and started walking towards along the route that bus takes me home everyday. Now Johor is the kind of city in which there are long stretches of road with massive massive plantations or industrial factories and workshops on either side with no houses/shops and then after a while you'd reach a designation where there would be a market sort of (chahal Pahal) and a town house / residency type of neighborhood - This is how the city is planned, mostly, barring the infrastructure of JB city center.

So here I was walking and listening to some music along a long stretch of road that was quite vacant (hardly any cars going by) when I saw a girl in front of me walking about 30-40 yards in front of me. Now remember the time right now is apparently 12:30 am or something and seeing a Girl walking alone is a city like Johor is rather surprising, especially on a deserted highway type of road.

To my surprise the girl stopped walking, turned around looking at me and waited for me to reach up to her. As a courtesy I took off my ear phones and when I almost came into conversational zone with her I politely said Hello. She greeted me back and asked me the directions towards Masai Utama (A Suburban town in Johor state). Coincidentally, I also live very near Masai Utama so I told her that I am on my way to the said place and if she liked she could accompany me to walk there - it was almost a couple of kilo meters from where we were at that point, she agreed and we started walking.

I introduced myself to her and in reply she told me her name was Fatima, she said she was half Malaysian and Half Moroccan and that her parents were not in town hence she took public transport (she told me she was also new to Johor) and lost her way in the process. Now the conversation was going pretty smoothly until there was a flash of light from behind from an oncoming car and seeing how we were on the left side of the road adjacent to the ongoing traffic (They drive right handed in Malaysia just like Pakistan) I had to turn back a little to check my distance from the road and also to see whether I was lucky enough to stumble on an empty cab. To my disappointment it was a delivery truck and it whizzed past us at around 80 mph. Now comes the crazy part

The minute I turned my head back to her, (I could still hear her voice when I was looking at the car) rather than seeing Fatima (the girl) beside me I saw a guy walking right where she was. The voice was the same but this was a 5'8 ish guy with slight facial hair and a broad chest, arm bands etc.

The second I saw this I realized that this was something out of the human realm and I had stumbled upon probably something supernatural. I don't know how I kept my composure during that period but neither did I scream nor did I tried to run; to be fairly honest where would I have exactly ran to ?? It was a long stretched road with plantations on either side and just the two of us walking.

I just smiled and kept walking at the pace that I was going. This thing (whatever it was) kept talking to me (in the girls voice i.e.) and I kept replying in normal tonality. I am not going to lie, I almost ****** my pants in the process and at one point I really thought that this is it, this is how I end today !! but thanks to Almighty I don't exactly know where the mental strength came from and I just kept talking and walking - I wasn't even paying attention to what was going on beside me and in my heart I was reciting Surah Nas and Durud Sharif and Ayat-Ul-Kursi as fast as I could.

30 seconds into my Surahs the man beside me now was a small 7-8 year old child, having the same voice, and like the other two previously was walking right beside me. I was sweating, reciting Surahs and just praying to Allah for this to end because now I couldn't take it anymore - I was at my limit.

Miraculously two police men were on patrol right about that time and they came from behind to stop me and check my identification and documents and before they could reach me I fainted right then and there. I think they carried me on the grass banks beside the road while splashing water on my face which helped me wake up about 3-4 minutes later.

Those two blokes were very kind to me and asked me whether I was okay and what exactly happened, when I asked them that before I fainted was there anyone they saw beside me. They replied in the negative saying that they spotted me from like 200 meters away during their patrol while the only thing they saw was a bright light in my right hand that's why they came and did a spot check on me. They thought the bright light was from my mobile phone or tablet buy when they carried me to the grass banks my phone was in my left pocket, exactly as how I left it when I took my ear phones off from the music I was listening earlier.

This is something that has never happened, to this extent I might add, to me and it really has made me scared. I asked for a ride from the policemen to the nearest taxi stand and those nice folks helped me in getting a cab straight to my apartment complex. I have just reached home a couple of hours earlier and since I couldn't think of what I should do I called my Ammi and told her about this and asked her if she could make some special dua for me (my parents are extremely religious Mashallah) so that's the first thought that came to my mind.

Now it's almost 5 am right now and I cannot sleep yet but since the nerves have settled a bit I thought of narrating it here so that I might be able to share my experience with you lot. I would urge all of you to please pray for me as I am genuinely scared at the moment.
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[GoUgandaCranes]

I have personally seen quite some stuff in my life but I am that kind of guy who doesn't take these things seriously however what happened today almost a couple of hours ago was something I feel I just had to share. I've already informed my parents and elders about it - to make dua for me and everything but while the experience was a little terrifying I thought that I would most definitely share it on PP.

As most of you might know (at least the seniors) I am currently working in Malaysia; Johor Bahru to be exact and have been residing in this country for the last 3 years. I work in a Financial Services firm so my job hours are absolutely horrendous, sometimes I am coming home around midnight or even after that. Nevertheless it isn't really a problem since Malaysia is very well developed and there is hardly any crime whatsoever so even if it's 1 am in the morning I don't exactly feel afraid to walk my way home or to walk to my apartment from the nearest bus terminal.

Having said the above, I was as usual running extremely late from work so around 11:20 pm I decided that I would close shop and go home because the last bus from where I work to my apartment goes around 11:30 pm and it takes approximately an hour to reach my bus terminal - from there usually I have to walk another 20 mins to reach my complex.

I took the bus, as usual and since this was the last route, there hardly were any passengers on board that rode along towards my destination. Unfortunately tonight, about 5-6 stops before my terminal, the bus broke down due to some mechanical problem and it wouldn't start. Now the driver told me that my two options were that either I take a cab home or I walk to where ever I was going since the problem with the bus was non resolvable in the time designated for the route.

I was like ok no biggie !! and started walking towards along the route that bus takes me home everyday. Now Johor is the kind of city in which there are long stretches of road with massive massive plantations or industrial factories and workshops on either side with no houses/shops and then after a while you'd reach a designation where there would be a market sort of (chahal Pahal) and a town house / residency type of neighborhood - This is how the city is planned, mostly, barring the infrastructure of JB city center.

So here I was walking and listening to some music along a long stretch of road that was quite vacant (hardly any cars going by) when I saw a girl in front of me walking about 30-40 yards in front of me. Now remember the time right now is apparently 12:30 am or something and seeing a Girl walking alone is a city like Johor is rather surprising, especially on a deserted highway type of road.

To my surprise the girl stopped walking, turned around looking at me and waited for me to reach up to her. As a courtesy I took off my ear phones and when I almost came into conversational zone with her I politely said Hello. She greeted me back and asked me the directions towards Masai Utama (A Suburban town in Johor state). Coincidentally, I also live very near Masai Utama so I told her that I am on my way to the said place and if she liked she could accompany me to walk there - it was almost a couple of kilo meters from where we were at that point, she agreed and we started walking.

I introduced myself to her and in reply she told me her name was Fatima, she said she was half Malaysian and Half Moroccan and that her parents were not in town hence she took public transport (she told me she was also new to Johor) and lost her way in the process. Now the conversation was going pretty smoothly until there was a flash of light from behind from an oncoming car and seeing how we were on the left side of the road adjacent to the ongoing traffic (They drive right handed in Malaysia just like Pakistan) I had to turn back a little to check my distance from the road and also to see whether I was lucky enough to stumble on an empty cab. To my disappointment it was a delivery truck and it whizzed past us at around 80 mph. Now comes the crazy part

The minute I turned my head back to her, (I could still hear her voice when I was looking at the car) rather than seeing Fatima (the girl) beside me I saw a guy walking right where she was. The voice was the same but this was a 5'8 ish guy with slight facial hair and a broad chest, arm bands etc.

The second I saw this I realized that this was something out of the human realm and I had stumbled upon probably something supernatural. I don't know how I kept my composure during that period but neither did I scream nor did I tried to run; to be fairly honest where would I have exactly ran to ?? It was a long stretched road with plantations on either side and just the two of us walking.

I just smiled and kept walking at the pace that I was going. This thing (whatever it was) kept talking to me (in the girls voice i.e.) and I kept replying in normal tonality. I am not going to lie, I almost ****** my pants in the process and at one point I really thought that this is it, this is how I end today !! but thanks to Almighty I don't exactly know where the mental strength came from and I just kept talking and walking - I wasn't even paying attention to what was going on beside me and in my heart I was reciting Surah Nas and Durud Sharif and Ayat-Ul-Kursi as fast as I could.

30 seconds into my Surahs the man beside me now was a small 7-8 year old child, having the same voice, and like the other two previously was walking right beside me. I was sweating, reciting Surahs and just praying to Allah for this to end because now I couldn't take it anymore - I was at my limit.

Miraculously two police men were on patrol right about that time and they came from behind to stop me and check my identification and documents and before they could reach me I fainted right then and there. I think they carried me on the grass banks beside the road while splashing water on my face which helped me wake up about 3-4 minutes later.

Those two blokes were very kind to me and asked me whether I was okay and what exactly happened, when I asked them that before I fainted was there anyone they saw beside me. They replied in the negative saying that they spotted me from like 200 meters away during their patrol while the only thing they saw was a bright light in my right hand that's why they came and did a spot check on me. They thought the bright light was from my mobile phone or tablet buy when they carried me to the grass banks my phone was in my left pocket, exactly as how I left it when I took my ear phones off from the music I was listening earlier.

This is something that has never happened, to this extent I might add, to me and it really has made me scared. I asked for a ride from the policemen to the nearest taxi stand and those nice folks helped me in getting a cab straight to my apartment complex. I have just reached home a couple of hours earlier and since I couldn't think of what I should do I called my Ammi and told her about this and asked her if she could make some special dua for me (my parents are extremely religious Mashallah) so that's the first thought that came to my mind.

Now it's almost 5 am right now and I cannot sleep yet but since the nerves have settled a bit I thought of narrating it here so that I might be able to share my experience with you lot. I would urge all of you to please pray for me as I am genuinely scared at the moment.
[MENTION=138379]#GreenRoars[/MENTION] [MENTION=138254]Syed1[/MENTION] [MENTION=129948]Bilal7[/MENTION] [MENTION=76072]alisa[/MENTION]sd1998 [MENTION=131701]Mamoon[/MENTION] [MENTION=133726]GoUgandaCranes[/MENTION]

Praying for you brother. This reads like one scary story and you are one strong man to come out of it like that.

Hopefully this will be just one off incident for you.

 

[ahmedwaqas92]

Praying for you brother. This reads like one scary story and you are one strong man to come out of it like that.

Hopefully this will be just one off incident for you.

Thanks Bro !! 5:35 am here and still can't sleep. Have all the lights on of my apartment.

I also hope this was a one off bro

 

[GoUgandaCranes]

Thanks Bro !! 5:35 am here and still can't sleep. Have all the lights on of my apartment.

I also hope this was a one off bro

lights will in this case, guide you to sleep.

 

[WhenSultansBowled]

[MENTION=1889]Saqs[/MENTION] [MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION] ---> You are absolute legends. Loved reading your posts in this thread. Thanks for sharing.