Stories of Jinn/Bhoot/Ghost - The paranormal experience

[Nostalgic]

[MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION] bhai, a special Ramzan bump for you.

Not sure if I have posted this here before.

But my cousin's paternal grandfather was an illiterate. He could ont read or write. But he was well known through the village for being one of the nicest people around. This was also during a time where everybody was generally much nicer (or so it seems). His only wish was to be able to read the Qur'an, but he couldn't.

Well, the story goes, that during the nights in his old age, he would be woken up during the middle of the night by an entity that would topple his charpai. He would be startled at this, but what follows is even freakier. He was able to read the Qur'an under "possession" of this entity, to such a fluent level, that our family would often find him in the middle of the night standing outside near the river, teaching a class of jinn children the Qur'an.

When he would wake, he had no recollection of it, and was unable to read the Qur'an.

Goes to show, that not all unseen entities are evil or threatening in nature.

I believe you've mentioned this before. Was this in a village? Sometimes the feeling of a haunting is so thick in our countryside you can cut it with a knife. Every village has its own cemetery, there are dark fields and forests, dusk arrives and the eerie glow of the oil lamps casts long shadows, and there are folk memories which have a life of their own...

Far too many people have had experiences outside villages, when they're walking home and have to pass through an uninhabited patch of land, or worse, through the graveyard...

 

[Nostalgic]

P.S. [MENTION=1889]Saqs[/MENTION], weren't you going to share some experiences from Cairo?

 

[Saqs]

I believe you've mentioned this before. Was this in a village? Sometimes the feeling of a haunting is so thick in our countryside you can cut it with a knife. Every village has its own cemetery, there are dark fields and forests, dusk arrives and the eerie glow of the oil lamps casts long shadows, and there are folk memories which have a life of their own...

Far too many people have had experiences outside villages, when they're walking home and have to pass through an uninhabited patch of land, or worse, through the graveyard...

Yes it is a tale from our ancestral village.

 

[Saqs]

P.S. [MENTION=1889]Saqs[/MENTION], weren't you going to share some experiences from Cairo?

Checked into a hotel in Cairo. Was sleeping in peace, until I got a sudden strike of sleep paralysis. I have had this many times, so I am now quite adept at getting myself out of it and not hallucinating. But this time was different. Perhaps I was just tired from the travel.

I heard a baby crying. Shrieking. A cry that would cut you to the core. Then I heard the regular "radio transmission" white noise sound that I usually get, and then a whisper - saying my name, but in Arabic - Thaqib. Thaqib. THAAAAQIB!

On the roof of the hotel, there was a sign for the direction of the Qiblah. I saw this start twisting around, as if to signify that my Qiblah was ever-changing.

Then, nothing.

Couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Turned on some television, watched some football, and waited for breakfast to be served.

 

[Saqs]

The goat had karahi gosht written all over it, until...

I am salivating. And there are four hours left. Thanks Nos bhai.

 

[Nostalgic]

Checked into a hotel in Cairo. Was sleeping in peace, until I got a sudden strike of sleep paralysis. I have had this many times, so I am now quite adept at getting myself out of it and not hallucinating. But this time was different. Perhaps I was just tired from the travel.

I heard a baby crying. Shrieking. A cry that would cut you to the core. Then I heard the regular "radio transmission" white noise sound that I usually get, and then a whisper - saying my name, but in Arabic - Thaqib. Thaqib. THAAAAQIB!

On the roof of the hotel, there was a sign for the direction of the Qiblah. I saw this start twisting around, as if to signify that my Qiblah was ever-changing.

Then, nothing.

Couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Turned on some television, watched some football, and waited for breakfast to be served.

Chilling. It's interesting though, how the Qibla thing gels with the crisis of faith we were discussing the other day. It's fascinating also the interplay between dreams, the subconscious and the supernatural.

 

[gani999]

Checked into a hotel in Cairo. Was sleeping in peace, until I got a sudden strike of sleep paralysis. I have had this many times, so I am now quite adept at getting myself out of it and not hallucinating. But this time was different. Perhaps I was just tired from the travel.

I heard a baby crying. Shrieking. A cry that would cut you to the core. Then I heard the regular "radio transmission" white noise sound that I usually get, and then a whisper - saying my name, but in Arabic - Thaqib. Thaqib. THAAAAQIB!

On the roof of the hotel, there was a sign for the direction of the Qiblah. I saw this start twisting around, as if to signify that my Qiblah was ever-changing.

Then, nothing.

Couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Turned on some television, watched some football, and waited for breakfast to be served.

Very strange. I have experienced something similar.

In place of the Qiblah though, I saw the Eiffel Tower going round and round. It also made a noise while doing so. It went woosh woosh woooooosh vroom vroom vrooooom.

Then I asked it to stop. It did so and landed on my head with a thud. It sat there for a while and started singing, "l'incendie tra tara ra, l'incendie tro toro ro".

I got totally confused and asked a guy standing next to me what was happening. He told me he was from Pakistan and wanted to have a leopard as pet but was afraid of lizards.

I haven't been able to explain it to this day. Did I mention that it happened in a coffee shop in Amsterdam and the stuff I had smoked just before was of a rather superior quality?

I must have some of the Cairo Masala you had maan. It sounds equally potent.

)

 

[Saqs]

Chilling. It's interesting though, how the Qibla thing gels with the crisis of faith we were discussing the other day. It's fascinating also the interplay between dreams, the subconscious and the supernatural.

The interplay is the most intriguing part about life for me. Somewhere therein lies the secret of life.

I think dream-surfing is the way of the future, we just need to unlock its powers.

 

[Saqs]

Very strange. I have experienced something similar.

In place of the Qiblah though, I saw the Eiffel Tower going round and round. It also made a noise while doing so. It went woosh woosh woooooosh vroom vroom vrooooom.

Then I asked it to stop. It did so and landed on my head with a thud. It sat there for a while and started singing, "l'incendie tra tara ra, l'incendie tro toro ro".

I got totally confused and asked a guy standing next to me what was happening. He told me he was from Pakistan and wanted to have a leopard as pet but was afraid of lizards.

I haven't been able to explain it to this day. Did I mention that it happened in a coffee shop in Amsterdam and the stuff I had smoked just before was of a rather superior quality?

I must have some of the Cairo Masala you had maan. It sounds equally potent.

)

As potent as my stuff was, I've never seen Mamoon in my dreams. You gotta share that stuff around.

 

[Neferpitou]

Very strange. I have experienced something similar.

In place of the Qiblah though, I saw the Eiffel Tower going round and round. It also made a noise while doing so. It went woosh woosh woooooosh vroom vroom vrooooom.

Then I asked it to stop. It did so and landed on my head with a thud. It sat there for a while and started singing, "l'incendie tra tara ra, l'incendie tro toro ro".

I got totally confused and asked a guy standing next to me what was happening. He told me he was from Pakistan and wanted to have a leopard as pet but was afraid of lizards.

I haven't been able to explain it to this day. Did I mention that it happened in a coffee shop in Amsterdam and the stuff I had smoked just before was of a rather superior quality?

I must have some of the Cairo Masala you had maan. It sounds equally potent.

)

hahaha )

 

[Nostalgic]

Seeing [MENTION=131701]Mamoon[/MENTION] in dreams means this thread has taken on a truly sinister turn.

Everyone recite the Ayat-ul-Kursi before going to sleep tonight. Okay?

 

[Nostalgic]

The interplay is the most intriguing part about life for me. Somewhere therein lies the secret of life.

I think dream-surfing is the way of the future, we just need to unlock its powers.

I believe we've talked about dreams in the past too, possibly on a different thread. We used to have Ibn Sirin's book of dreams, and its a book that can drive one mad. Once you develop the habit of checking what the interpretations were, it is well nigh impossible to resist the temptations. We've had a few deaths in the family that other family members have claimed they dreamt about and consulted the book about and were told to expect the worst.

This is despite the fact that the landscape of dreams is different now than it was when Ibn Sirin wrote it. People just dream about different things now. But there's enough of an overlap that the book continues to fascinate and terrify me to this day. Once you look past the bigger picture, the panorama and the bird's eye view of the dream, the symbols and elements are all there still.

 

[Nostalgic]

Did I mention that it happened in a coffee shop in Amsterdam and the stuff I had smoked just before was of a rather superior quality?

I must have some of the Cairo Masala you had maan. It sounds equally potent.

)

As potent as my stuff was, I've never seen Mamoon in my dreams. You gotta share that stuff around.

So, I'm sitting in a hotel room all alone at night, in Colorado, the land of milk and honey and herbal goodies. This talk of "stuff" on the Jinn thread is making me want to step out to the, ah, pharmacy, so I can truly appreciate what this thread has to offer.

 

[#GreenRoars]

i have been through this experience and this thing nearly destroyed mine half of life, mine educational life, mine health, even made me Psycho . terrible it was Honestly.

 

[in_cutter]

Checked into a hotel in Cairo. Was sleeping in peace, until I got a sudden strike of sleep paralysis. I have had this many times, so I am now quite adept at getting myself out of it and not hallucinating. But this time was different. Perhaps I was just tired from the travel.

I heard a baby crying. Shrieking. A cry that would cut you to the core. Then I heard the regular "radio transmission" white noise sound that I usually get, and then a whisper - saying my name, but in Arabic - Thaqib. Thaqib. THAAAAQIB!

On the roof of the hotel, there was a sign for the direction of the Qiblah. I saw this start twisting around, as if to signify that my Qiblah was ever-changing.

Then, nothing.

Couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Turned on some television, watched some football, and waited for breakfast to be served.

The first time I encountered sleep paralysis (in 1997), I heard footsteps then felt something/someone pounce on me and throttle me. Scary.

 

[Saqs]

I believe we've talked about dreams in the past too, possibly on a different thread. We used to have Ibn Sirin's book of dreams, and its a book that can drive one mad. Once you develop the habit of checking what the interpretations were, it is well nigh impossible to resist the temptations. We've had a few deaths in the family that other family members have claimed they dreamt about and consulted the book about and were told to expect the worst.

This is despite the fact that the landscape of dreams is different now than it was when Ibn Sirin wrote it. People just dream about different things now. But there's enough of an overlap that the book continues to fascinate and terrify me to this day. Once you look past the bigger picture, the panorama and the bird's eye view of the dream, the symbols and elements are all there still.

Interesting. I've heard if you see a relative die in your dream they apparently will live a very long life. Who knows.

I have read a hadith that says dreams are the only remnant property of the Prophets that have been left behind.

Of course there is a scientific explanation of dreams which I don't completely buy into although some of it makes a lot of sense.

 

[Saqs]

i have been through this experience and this thing nearly destroyed mine half of life, mine educational life, mine health, even made me Psycho . terrible it was Honestly.

This thread has a 'share or we don't care' approach.

 

[Madplayer]

I have heard a few stories myself.

One of my very close relatives had lost her mind. I was very young when i first came to know about it (8 or 9 years old if i remember correctly). When i grew up a bit i came to know from other relatives that she used to practice and recite some stuff in order to get control over a jinn. She messed up and couldnt keep up with the requirements. It was said that the jinn possessed her and made her lose her mind. She passed away 3-4 years back in same mental condition leaving behind a son and husband. The husband passed away very soon too. Very sad story.

Similar thing happened to another woman who was the mother of my friend. She attempted the same thing, messed up similarly and then went missing. She has not been seen since.

 

[Indiafan]

I have heard a few stories myself.

One of my very close relatives had lost her mind. I was very young when i first came to know about it (8 or 9 years old if i remember correctly). When i grew up a bit i came to know from other relatives that she used to practice and recite some stuff in order to get control over a jinn. She messed up and couldnt keep up with the requirements. It was said that the jinn possessed her and made her lose her mind. She passed away 3-4 years back in same mental condition leaving behind a son and husband. The husband passed away very soon too. Very sad story.

Similar thing happened to another woman who was the mother of my friend. She attempted the same thing, messed up similarly and then went missing. She has not been seen since.

Wouldn't it be more likely that her trying to recite stuff, controlling jinns etc were themselves symptoms of mental illness manifesting? After all in western society mad people hear voices and talk to the devil. These are common symptoms of schizophrenia.

 

[msaaim89]

Fairy tales.

 

[Madplayer]

Wouldn't it be more likely that her trying to recite stuff, controlling jinns etc were themselves symptoms of mental illness manifesting? After all in western society mad people hear voices and talk to the devil. These are common symptoms of schizophrenia.

Quite a possibility(lol). Infact its a rational explanation. But the thing is i knew both the women and although i was quite young , i remember them being fine mentally. Obviously mental illness is not always very apparent but they both used to socialize with other people and they looked normal to me. What creates doubt is the fact that there have been far too many cases like these. People going crazy or gone missing or dying suddenly after trying such things.

 

[Nostalgic]

Interesting. I've heard if you see a relative die in your dream they apparently will live a very long life. Who knows.

Well, death is covered quite extensively by Ibn Sirin. I don't remember all his interpretations, but the classic death dream is when a dead relative appears and asks you or someone else to come along with him somewhere.

My father saw his late father ask him to come along, but my father declined. After which grandfather turned around and asked someone else, whose face my father couldn't see, and asked that person to escort him, and that person did so. My father interpreted that as an eminent death in the family, and also that it was a reminder to him of his own eventual mortality.

A cousin once prayed to be able to see our late maternal grandfather, and soon enough he showed up, dressed in dirty rags and looking generally miserable. Of course the skeptics will contend that because she had been thinking of him and wishing him to appear in her dreams, she dreamt of him, which follows from the fact that we do dream about things we've been thinking of during the day.

Anyhow, all he said was that "they beat him all day and they don't even tire." Make what you will of that.

 

[uberkoen]

So, I've been reading this thread but have never contributed. Figured I'd share my two cents.

Before sharing my own (slightly) paranormal experience. I'd like to start off with one which really shook me. I mean you hear stories about this stuff from every other person but it doesn't really affect you, you know? This one came as a bit of a shock to me because the story relates to a friend of mine from a very well to do family (His father is a very senior leader in the PML (N) regime). He's the type who throws money at insane parties, drinks all night and is completely non-religious. However, after this incident this guy made a 180 degree change and actually stopped everything and became extremely religious (not an extremist or anything but still a shocking change). For the purpose of this story we shall refer to this person as S.

So, anyway I was at a friends place in Dubai when S. and his wife showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night refusing to go back to their place. Me and my friend, knowing this guy, took it as a joke at first but the fear on his face made us realize that he may just be serious. He then sat down and told us what had happened and now, after what had happened, he was able to tell the story from the beginning connecting the dots which at that time seemed extraneous, unconnected and rather peripheral

According to S., he always used to see a little girl in his house in Lahore. However, he always considered this something innocuous and believed it could be one of the servants daughters or something. However, he had remembered the girls face. Recently, now when he was getting married he made a trip to the US to meet the family of his bride-to-be and stayed at their house for a few days where several nights in a row he would be woken up in his sleep and would see someone walking out of the room. Again, he thought it wasn't a big deal as it would be his fiance or one of his sister-in-laws just walking in to pick up something from the room.

After getting married and moving to Dubai he started seeing a girl in his apartment. The first time he saw her the girl walked from the open kitchen into the powder room behind it. S. turned to his wife and asked her whether she saw that and she just laughed and thought he was joking. He ignored it thinking he must be imagining things. The sightings continued and he just continued ignoring them because obviously he wasn't going to admit he's going crazy.

Then one fine evening he saw this girl walk from the kitchen into his bedroom where his wife was. He went in and asked his wife whether someone came in the room and if she was okay. She said she hadn't seen anything. He stepped back out into the living room and he saw the girl standing in one corner. This time though their pet cat was in the same room and started going crazy. This is when he knew that this was something real and not just his imagination.

He still didn't know how to deal with this and not wanting to freak his wife out he continued ignoring the presence thinking that it has not caused any harm so far nor has it tried to interact with them. At this point, he told us that he felt that the girl he kept seeing in his apartment was the same as the one he had seen in his house back in Lahore and thought that it may have been the same thing which was walking in and out of his room in the U.S.

He believed this was something attached to him and it was starting to make its presence felt after he had gotten married.

Moving on, to the fateful night. S. and his wife were watching TV in their apartment when S. saw the girl again. This time the girl walked out of the bedroom and straight towards him. She sat next to him and started staring at him. This obviously freaked him out. He took his wife by the hand and made for the front door. As he walked towards the door he felt something slap him at the back. He said the slap was so hard that he literally fell to the ground. He grabbed his wife and came straight to where we were refusing to go back to his place.

This was a few months ago. Now, he's moved from that apartment but during this time has also been in touch with someone who has been helping him deal with this presence.

 

[WiiiCKET]

must watch from 0:28

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[Saqs]

must watch from 0:28

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Saw this a couple of weeks ago. Looks legit crazy.

 

[Saqs]

So, I've been reading this thread but have never contributed. Figured I'd share my two cents.

Before sharing my own (slightly) paranormal experience. I'd like to start off with one which really shook me. I mean you hear stories about this stuff from every other person but it doesn't really affect you, you know? This one came as a bit of a shock to me because the story relates to a friend of mine from a very well to do family (His father is a very senior leader in the PML (N) regime). He's the type who throws money at insane parties, drinks all night and is completely non-religious. However, after this incident this guy made a 180 degree change and actually stopped everything and became extremely religious (not an extremist or anything but still a shocking change). For the purpose of this story we shall refer to this person as S.

So, anyway I was at a friends place in Dubai when S. and his wife showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night refusing to go back to their place. Me and my friend, knowing this guy, took it as a joke at first but the fear on his face made us realize that he may just be serious. He then sat down and told us what had happened and now, after what had happened, he was able to tell the story from the beginning connecting the dots which at that time seemed extraneous, unconnected and rather peripheral

According to S., he always used to see a little girl in his house in Lahore. However, he always considered this something innocuous and believed it could be one of the servants daughters or something. However, he had remembered the girls face. Recently, now when he was getting married he made a trip to the US to meet the family of his bride-to-be and stayed at their house for a few days where several nights in a row he would be woken up in his sleep and would see someone walking out of the room. Again, he thought it wasn't a big deal as it would be his fiance or one of his sister-in-laws just walking in to pick up something from the room.

After getting married and moving to Dubai he started seeing a girl in his apartment. The first time he saw her the girl walked from the open kitchen into the powder room behind it. S. turned to his wife and asked her whether she saw that and she just laughed and thought he was joking. He ignored it thinking he must be imagining things. The sightings continued and he just continued ignoring them because obviously he wasn't going to admit he's going crazy.

Then one fine evening he saw this girl walk from the kitchen into his bedroom where his wife was. He went in and asked his wife whether someone came in the room and if she was okay. She said she hadn't seen anything. He stepped back out into the living room and he saw the girl standing in one corner. This time though their pet cat was in the same room and started going crazy. This is when he knew that this was something real and not just his imagination.

He still didn't know how to deal with this and not wanting to freak his wife out he continued ignoring the presence thinking that it has not caused any harm so far nor has it tried to interact with them. At this point, he told us that he felt that the girl he kept seeing in his apartment was the same as the one he had seen in his house back in Lahore and thought that it may have been the same thing which was walking in and out of his room in the U.S.

He believed this was something attached to him and it was starting to make its presence felt after he had gotten married.

Moving on, to the fateful night. S. and his wife were watching TV in their apartment when S. saw the girl again. This time the girl walked out of the bedroom and straight towards him. She sat next to him and started staring at him. This obviously freaked him out. He took his wife by the hand and made for the front door. As he walked towards the door he felt something slap him at the back. He said the slap was so hard that he literally fell to the ground. He grabbed his wife and came straight to where we were refusing to go back to his place.

This was a few months ago. Now, he's moved from that apartment but during this time has also been in touch with someone who has been helping him deal with this presence.

Nice addition. The getting woken up in middle of the night and seeing someone walk out of the room part was freaky.

 

[Nostalgic]

So, I've been reading this thread but have never contributed. Figured I'd share my two cents.

Before sharing my own (slightly) paranormal experience. I'd like to start off with one which really shook me. I mean you hear stories about this stuff from every other person but it doesn't really affect you, you know? This one came as a bit of a shock to me because the story relates to a friend of mine from a very well to do family (His father is a very senior leader in the PML (N) regime). He's the type who throws money at insane parties, drinks all night and is completely non-religious. However, after this incident this guy made a 180 degree change and actually stopped everything and became extremely religious (not an extremist or anything but still a shocking change). For the purpose of this story we shall refer to this person as S.

So, anyway I was at a friends place in Dubai when S. and his wife showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night refusing to go back to their place. Me and my friend, knowing this guy, took it as a joke at first but the fear on his face made us realize that he may just be serious. He then sat down and told us what had happened and now, after what had happened, he was able to tell the story from the beginning connecting the dots which at that time seemed extraneous, unconnected and rather peripheral

According to S., he always used to see a little girl in his house in Lahore. However, he always considered this something innocuous and believed it could be one of the servants daughters or something. However, he had remembered the girls face. Recently, now when he was getting married he made a trip to the US to meet the family of his bride-to-be and stayed at their house for a few days where several nights in a row he would be woken up in his sleep and would see someone walking out of the room. Again, he thought it wasn't a big deal as it would be his fiance or one of his sister-in-laws just walking in to pick up something from the room.

After getting married and moving to Dubai he started seeing a girl in his apartment. The first time he saw her the girl walked from the open kitchen into the powder room behind it. S. turned to his wife and asked her whether she saw that and she just laughed and thought he was joking. He ignored it thinking he must be imagining things. The sightings continued and he just continued ignoring them because obviously he wasn't going to admit he's going crazy.

Then one fine evening he saw this girl walk from the kitchen into his bedroom where his wife was. He went in and asked his wife whether someone came in the room and if she was okay. She said she hadn't seen anything. He stepped back out into the living room and he saw the girl standing in one corner. This time though their pet cat was in the same room and started going crazy. This is when he knew that this was something real and not just his imagination.

He still didn't know how to deal with this and not wanting to freak his wife out he continued ignoring the presence thinking that it has not caused any harm so far nor has it tried to interact with them. At this point, he told us that he felt that the girl he kept seeing in his apartment was the same as the one he had seen in his house back in Lahore and thought that it may have been the same thing which was walking in and out of his room in the U.S.

He believed this was something attached to him and it was starting to make its presence felt after he had gotten married.

Moving on, to the fateful night. S. and his wife were watching TV in their apartment when S. saw the girl again. This time the girl walked out of the bedroom and straight towards him. She sat next to him and started staring at him. This obviously freaked him out. He took his wife by the hand and made for the front door. As he walked towards the door he felt something slap him at the back. He said the slap was so hard that he literally fell to the ground. He grabbed his wife and came straight to where we were refusing to go back to his place.

This was a few months ago. Now, he's moved from that apartment but during this time has also been in touch with someone who has been helping him deal with this presence.

Seems like the girl is following him, which doesn't bode well. If it were a resident spirit, it's a relatively simple matter of leaving the place. But if it's following him, that's another matter.

P.S. You said you were going to share your own slightly paranormal experience.

 

[Nostalgic]

Today I wanted to share a more humorous incident, to highlight the fact that sometimes there really are rational explanations.

I was ten, and I woke up in the dead of night, to see a giant shadow on the wall, a figure with its hands folded across the chest. There was light coming in from the hallway into my room onto the wall opposite my bed, which is why I could see the shadow. The rest of the room was dark. I was terrified, and tried shutting my eyes, but couldn't resist opening them again. It was still there.

For some reason, I decided that the jinn wanted to be my servant, possibly because the pose it had struck appeared... I don't know, subservient and humble. I decided to test the theory, and with my index finger, gestured to it to bow down.

Lo and behold, it did so. I told it to get up, and it complied. But then I told it to bow again, and it disappeared. I finally figured out what it was.

I stepped out, and sure enough, it was my mother praying in the hallway outside. There was a lamp on next to her, which was casting the shadow. She had gone into the prostration (sajda) and prior to that the ruku, which explained it.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

 

[uberkoen]

Seems like the girl is following him, which doesn't bode well. If it were a resident spirit, it's a relatively simple matter of leaving the place. But if it's following him, that's another matter.

P.S. You said you were going to share your own slightly paranormal experience.

Well, I'm not sure whether it was paranormal or just a bunch of random occurrences which could be explained logically but a string of random events happened at a house we were living in, in Lahore.

The house was built by us and when we moved in there were a few things still left to be completed. The day we moved in the water tank started overflowing. Which, in any case, would be a bit weird because the water tank was huge! However, this instance was rather perplexing as when my dad went around looking for a reason as to why this was happening couldn't really figure it out as the pipe leading up to the water tank on the roof wasn't connected to anything.

A few days later while hanging up family photos and other wall hangings my dad was looking for his drill machine. We searched the entire house but couldn't find it. Later that evening it was discovered inside the microwave.

This was back when I was in Uni. I would usually be the last one to leave the house in the morning and the first one back in the afternoon. So, I locked up the house in the morning and returned to an empty house in the afternoon and kept calling our cook have his lunch. After not getting any response I decided to go to his room to find out what was going on, only to find that door to his room had been locked from the outside while he was asleep.

Other strange things would happen every now and then. Like, coming back home to several lights switched on even though we explicitly remembered turning them off while leaving. The electronics acting really weird. Once case was the phone. We had sort of an intercom attached whereby the call would be transferred to the next room if no one answered it in the main living room. Several time at around 3:00am the phone would start ringing and just continue without being transferred. The T.V would sometimes act up as well. For example, switch off on its own while somebody would be watching or just go blank.

There have been times when things went missing from the house as well. However, the most interesting part of it all was food going missing. This would happen very often. Like an entire carton of juice left overnight in the fridge would be empty in the morning. I remember once my mom had brought in some grocery and was putting it away and the coffee went missing. She kept insisting that she put it on the kitchen counter a few minutes ago and was placing the other things in the cupboards and a few minutes later turned back and it was gone.

 

[uberkoen]

One thing I forgot to add to the above.

There was another incident where my dad was having his breakfast. It was just him and mom at that time. According to him, he was prepared himself sandwich and was making a cup of tea while my brother came down stairs. He said he turned around to say salaam and then when he turned back his sandwich was gone. My mom kept insisting that he probably ate it and forgot but my dad was not having any of it.

 

[Yatoo]

Today I wanted to share a more humorous incident, to highlight the fact that sometimes there really are rational explanations.

I was ten, and I woke up in the dead of night, to see a giant shadow on the wall, a figure with its hands folded across the chest. There was light coming in from the hallway into my room onto the wall opposite my bed, which is why I could see the shadow. The rest of the room was dark. I was terrified, and tried shutting my eyes, but couldn't resist opening them again. It was still there.

For some reason, I decided that the jinn wanted to be my servant, possibly because the pose it had struck appeared... I don't know, subservient and humble. I decided to test the theory, and with my index finger, gestured to it to bow down.

Lo and behold, it did so. I told it to get up, and it complied. But then I told it to bow again, and it disappeared. I finally figured out what it was.

I stepped out, and sure enough, it was my mother praying in the hallway outside. There was a lamp on next to her, which was casting the shadow. She had gone into the prostration (sajda) and prior to that the ruku, which explained it.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed.

Be relieved.

 

[thelandofthebravepeople]

It's depends on what mindset you have and your believes and thinking.

A few days ago I was free and had nothing to do, so I started to search youtube for mysteries and explainable events.

Came across a few things that gave goosebumps. One of them was the death of Elisa Lam.. You can check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIgfrxSdUEE

So I was in that mindset that weird stuff exists I was really afraid and had to go to toilet.. So I went there and suddenly started hearing whistling... Got scared for a moment, but since I don't believe in jinn ghost stuff I thought there must be logical explanation. I found one. The toilet holder thing in our house is made of metal so when I took some toilet paper the thing somehow made a noise that could sound like someone whistling. Now If I had not watched those creepy videos on youtube I would not be in that mindset and probably not even nation notice of the noice the toilet paper holder made.

 

[Deosai]

It's depends on what mindset you have and your believes and thinking.

A few days ago I was free and had nothing to do, so I started to search youtube for mysteries and explainable events.

Came across a few things that gave goosebumps. One of them was the death of Elisa Lam.. You can check it out here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIgfrxSdUEE

So I was in that mindset that weird stuff exists I was really afraid and had to go to toilet.. So I went there and suddenly started hearing whistling... Got scared for a moment, but since I don't believe in jinn ghost stuff I thought there must be logical explanation. I found one. The toilet holder thing in our house is made of metal so when I took some toilet paper the thing somehow made a noise that could sound like someone whistling. Now If I had not watched those creepy videos on youtube I would not be in that mindset and probably not even nation notice of the noice the toilet paper holder made.

Are you atheist?

 

[thelandofthebravepeople]

Are you atheist?

no

 

[zimmz]

Saw this a couple of weeks ago. Looks legit crazy.

It's a movie scene.

 

[Saqs]

It's a movie scene.

Which film is this from?

 

[Nostalgic]

Well, I'm not sure whether it was paranormal or just a bunch of random occurrences which could be explained logically but a string of random events happened at a house we were living in, in Lahore.

The house was built by us and when we moved in there were a few things still left to be completed. The day we moved in the water tank started overflowing. Which, in any case, would be a bit weird because the water tank was huge! However, this instance was rather perplexing as when my dad went around looking for a reason as to why this was happening couldn't really figure it out as the pipe leading up to the water tank on the roof wasn't connected to anything.

A few days later while hanging up family photos and other wall hangings my dad was looking for his drill machine. We searched the entire house but couldn't find it. Later that evening it was discovered inside the microwave.

This was back when I was in Uni. I would usually be the last one to leave the house in the morning and the first one back in the afternoon. So, I locked up the house in the morning and returned to an empty house in the afternoon and kept calling our cook have his lunch. After not getting any response I decided to go to his room to find out what was going on, only to find that door to his room had been locked from the outside while he was asleep.

Other strange things would happen every now and then. Like, coming back home to several lights switched on even though we explicitly remembered turning them off while leaving. The electronics acting really weird. Once case was the phone. We had sort of an intercom attached whereby the call would be transferred to the next room if no one answered it in the main living room. Several time at around 3:00am the phone would start ringing and just continue without being transferred. The T.V would sometimes act up as well. For example, switch off on its own while somebody would be watching or just go blank.

There have been times when things went missing from the house as well. However, the most interesting part of it all was food going missing. This would happen very often. Like an entire carton of juice left overnight in the fridge would be empty in the morning. I remember once my mom had brought in some grocery and was putting it away and the coffee went missing. She kept insisting that she put it on the kitchen counter a few minutes ago and was placing the other things in the cupboards and a few minutes later turned back and it was gone.

One thing I forgot to add to the above.

There was another incident where my dad was having his breakfast. It was just him and mom at that time. According to him, he was prepared himself sandwich and was making a cup of tea while my brother came down stairs. He said he turned around to say salaam and then when he turned back his sandwich was gone. My mom kept insisting that he probably ate it and forgot but my dad was not having any of it.

Classic symptoms.

We've talked about some in the earlier pages of this thread, but things disappearing and then reappearing is a classic. I mean why would the drill gun show up in the microwave. Back in the old days when the grandfathers and grandmothers used to relate Jinn stories, they would call such happenings the workings of the so-called sharaarti Jinn.

Food is another classic. They say these entities are very fond of sweet food.

Despite everything, these sound like benign presences. Nothing outright scary, or menacing or threatening. Nevertheless, you could try the Manzil recitation, and politely asking them to leave.

It could be that there was a dwelling of theirs over which your house got built. Or that when the house was nearing completion, they decided to settle there, because legend has it that they can do that if dwelling is empty for forty days.

 

[Syed1]

Our ancestral home in Karachi was a decades old mansion type place with sections given to different members of our family (phupoo, cha cha type).. the house was particularly spooky and I'm glad we moved out of there when I was still young otherwise I might have had a few stories to share here.

One incident that I clearly remember was my mom soaked some chawal and daal to make khichri, and then we drove away to get some ice cream to have after the kichri. When we got back the same container of soaked daal and chawal had been cooked and wasn't raw anymore. Nobody had come into the house while we were gone. The kichri was promptly thrown away.

Another strange occurrence that happened in the house, my older brother and I ran down to the garden to play some cricket, but the garden had a pack of dogs just sitting on the grass, panting. We immediately ran upstairs because we were scared of the dogs (at that point we thought one of the older cousins might have brought them or something). When the presence of dogs was notified to all the family members nobody knew about them and a careful inspection of the garden and backyard came up empty handed.

 

[uberkoen]

Classic symptoms.

We've talked about some in the earlier pages of this thread, but things disappearing and then reappearing is a classic. I mean why would the drill gun show up in the microwave. Back in the old days when the grandfathers and grandmothers used to relate Jinn stories, they would call such happenings the workings of the so-called sharaarti Jinn.

Food is another classic. They say these entities are very fond of sweet food.

Despite everything, these sound like benign presences. Nothing outright scary, or menacing or threatening. Nevertheless, you could try the Manzil recitation, and politely asking them to leave.

It could be that there was a dwelling of theirs over which your house got built. Or that when the house was nearing completion, they decided to settle there, because legend has it that they can do that if dwelling is empty for forty days.

We moved out of the house a while ago. Yeah, I mean when we look back and all of these incidents do seem rather weird but back then when one would occur we would just come up with an explanation for it.

 

[hamzie]

I have a seen a CHULAWA meaning Shadow ghost or something . I go for a jog right after fajar prayer in a big lively old park close to residence everyday.Some day i missed my fajar prayer due to late timing . After that i started to jogging to the park through my usual shortcut which has loads of OLD BIG SCARY trees and banglas , on my way i noticed a guy was jogging behind me , i was quite suprised to see that he was wearing the same clothes as mine.I found it quite hard to see him jogging behind me so i stopped for a breather.To my astonishment he stopped right in-front of me and said "Whats wrong brother , out of breath so early for a guy of your age" , i told him a lie saying " I have started jogging to get myself some fitness after a long lay-off because of illness", his reply was "Don't lie , i see you come through this lane everyday" , i hurriedly made up some reason "Sorry i had to lie , i am quite embarrassed to say that i'm feeling weak from not having some breakfast" after that we introduced ourselves , his name was Arafat . After the introductions we started jogging towards the park sharing some friendly views etc etc and he also took me to a Pathan hotel for breakfast . After that i did not see him for a couple of weeks until one day again i missed my fajr namaz.I met him again while i was going through a shortcut , he told me he had illness that kept him in bed for weeks , i told him that tomorrow we shall have breakfast together at a Pathan hotel.Next day i didn't saw him , Next day when i again missed my namaz( may allah forgive me ) i saw him , but this time i noticed that he didnt have 3 fingers in his right arm.When i asked him about it he said that he was born without them , I was quite shocked and couldn't keep my self intact remembering that he had a full hand when i shook hands with him the last time I remember . I dismissed the idea considering it as an error of mind.One day i thought about going to the park for a stroll after Isha prayers...........sadly i missed the prayers because of late timing and had to visit the park without offering them . On the way i met him again but this time he looked different to me , something seemed scary about him.His voice had turned deeper and his face also was quite darker than usual.
He asked me to join him for dinner at some place , I hadn't heard of it before so I agreed . On the way he asked me some questions like are you a 5 time namazi , i answered him yes i was and he became rather nervous , when i asked what was wrong with him he said " Nothing , its just that you don't look like a 5 time namazi , he meant that as a joke although i did not take it as one . After sometime my mobile phone rang,I had azan as an ring tone bell for my mobile.The area where we were was really quite and dark , the ring tone filled the whole area , It was a miscall from a friend and in the blink of an eye i found my new found friend to be nowhere , i thought maybe he was playing a joke but after the yelling his name many times i had a strong urge to Run away.I quickly fled home and started to recollect what just happened , in a matter of an hour i had a really high fever which really gave my parents a scare , when i told my parents about what happened they were shell-shocked and started praying i was alive and well.I am lucky enough to know in time that Arafat wasn't a person but something else...........

Of all the stories in this thread, this is the one i think about all the time

 

[uberkoen]

Kate Naomi, a former Jumeirah resident wrote (on a Dubai based forum for women) “I consider myself a non-believer. But we moved into a house in Jumeirah, quite an old house actually, and all kinds of strange things started to happen. We tried to think up rational explanations but couldn’t seem to find any.

“There were a number of incidents - a plate sliding across the table on its own (heavy china one), there was nothing near it and the table was not wet. The gas cooker kept turning on; my sons toys kept activating themselves (remote control car driving round when no one is near the controller).”

If that wasn’t enough to give people the willies, she added: “My husband who is a complete non-believer told me he saw someone sitting on the stairs, a woman, and both of us have seen a small boy several times... It has happened in front of others too with my best friend sprinting for the door and wouldn’t come round after she witnessed some strange goings on.”

Kate went on to state that she later learned that no tenant has stayed in the house longer than six months.

Since her posts began, the family has moved homes and are relieved that incidents have not followed them into their new residence.

Kate’s experiences are not isolated. Another Jumeirah resident, Kitty, has also narrated similar experiences, saying: “We are living in Jumeirah three near Choithrams and also have odd things happening. The kitchen tap starts running around 10pm. I can hear footsteps upstairs when I know the kids are asleep. I also get the feeling that I am being watched and then the dog starts barking always in the same place where I feel the watching is coming from. Thankfully it does not seem to be a threatening presence.”

 

[PCP_1]

Kate Naomi, a former Jumeirah resident wrote (on a Dubai based forum for women) “I consider myself a non-believer. But we moved into a house in Jumeirah, quite an old house actually, and all kinds of strange things started to happen. We tried to think up rational explanations but couldn’t seem to find any.

“There were a number of incidents - a plate sliding across the table on its own (heavy china one), there was nothing near it and the table was not wet. The gas cooker kept turning on; my sons toys kept activating themselves (remote control car driving round when no one is near the controller).”

If that wasn’t enough to give people the willies, she added: “My husband who is a complete non-believer told me he saw someone sitting on the stairs, a woman, and both of us have seen a small boy several times... It has happened in front of others too with my best friend sprinting for the door and wouldn’t come round after she witnessed some strange goings on.”

Kate went on to state that she later learned that no tenant has stayed in the house longer than six months.

Since her posts began, the family has moved homes and are relieved that incidents have not followed them into their new residence.

Kate’s experiences are not isolated. Another Jumeirah resident, Kitty, has also narrated similar experiences, saying: “We are living in Jumeirah three near Choithrams and also have odd things happening. The kitchen tap starts running around 10pm. I can hear footsteps upstairs when I know the kids are asleep. I also get the feeling that I am being watched and then the dog starts barking always in the same place where I feel the watching is coming from. Thankfully it does not seem to be a threatening presence.”

Yes most probably Jumeirah 3. It is rumored to be built on an old grave site. Statements like these emerge every now and then from that area, Golden Sands apartments near the Bur Dubai graveyard and Sonapur where people of the Hindu faith are incinerated.

Not to worry though the ever effecient Dubai Police has sent a few of its bravest officers to Translavaniya to attend a course specializing in ridding society of this menace.

 

[thelandofthebravepeople]

Classic symptoms.

We've talked about some in the earlier pages of this thread, but things disappearing and then reappearing is a classic. I mean why would the drill gun show up in the microwave. Back in the old days when the grandfathers and grandmothers used to relate Jinn stories, they would call such happenings the workings of the so-called sharaarti Jinn.

Food is another classic. They say these entities are very fond of sweet food.

Despite everything, these sound like benign presences. Nothing outright scary, or menacing or threatening. Nevertheless, you could try the Manzil recitation, and politely asking them to leave.

It could be that there was a dwelling of theirs over which your house got built. Or that when the house was nearing completion, they decided to settle there, because legend has it that they can do that if dwelling is empty for forty days.

If you ask me those are classic cases of dementia. Maybe one or more person in the family suffers from it.

 

[thelandofthebravepeople]

Our ancestral home in Karachi was a decades old mansion type place with sections given to different members of our family (phupoo, cha cha type).. the house was particularly spooky and I'm glad we moved out of there when I was still young otherwise I might have had a few stories to share here.

One incident that I clearly remember was my mom soaked some chawal and daal to make khichri, and then we drove away to get some ice cream to have after the kichri. When we got back the same container of soaked daal and chawal had been cooked and wasn't raw anymore. Nobody had come into the house while we were gone. The kichri was promptly thrown away.

Another strange occurrence that happened in the house, my older brother and I ran down to the garden to play some cricket, but the garden had a pack of dogs just sitting on the grass, panting. We immediately ran upstairs because we were scared of the dogs (at that point we thought one of the older cousins might have brought them or something). When the presence of dogs was notified to all the family members nobody knew about them and a careful inspection of the garden and backyard came up empty handed.

LOL this example can easily be logically explained. Someone in the family could have cooked it. You said you lived in a big family. Your mom could have cooked it and forgot about it..

Dogs could have come by themselves.. They can be wild dogs looking around for food. Maybe someone in the family brought them and denied it when asked the person.

 

[uberkoen]

If you ask me those are classic cases of dementia. Maybe one or more person in the family suffers from it.

So you're saying everyone in the house suffers from dementia since everyone experienced one thing or the other? Okay, let's assume every single person in the house suffers from dementia how do you explain stuff like this never happening before we moved into this house or after we moved out?

 

[zimmz]

Which film is this from?

Bangunan 2015

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe_5qfulIZM

 

[Saqs]

Some nice additions of late. My cousin recently told me quite a freaky story, not paranormal, but moreso related with black magic.

 

[Saqs]

Bangunan 2015

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qe_5qfulIZM

Thanks. Might check this out.

 

[Nostalgic]

Some nice additions of late. My cousin recently told me quite a freaky story, not paranormal, but moreso related with black magic.

The same cousin who was considering doing black magic a while back?

Anyways, do share the story.

 

[Saqs]

The same cousin who was considering doing black magic a while back?

Anyways, do share the story.

No, a different one. This guy is actually a learned scholar in Islam. But tempered with a western upbringing and education so he is really switched on.

At one of his madaris he studied in in Lahore, he met a guy who he thought was a little strange. Would always be too quiet, or stare for too much longer than he should, and found it very hard to learn even the simplest of Quranic verses by heart. On the other hand my cousin was one of the brightest students and fast tracked through the course mashallah.

This guy wanted him to teach him how he did it, and so my cousin tried and tried and tried. But he couldn't even get Qulhualla memorised. It was very tough.

After months of trying this man invited my cousin to dinner with him. I happened to be in Lahore at the time, and my cousin asked me to come along. It was only along the way when he told me the history of the guy and some of the other strange things he had seen him do. At this point he explained to me that the only reason he wanted me to come with him is because he was afraid of what this guy would do to him in his house. Geez, thanks for the heads up.

Anyway, we are driving there, I'm quite reluctant to meet this guy now because my mind has concocted all these weird images of him and what he is capable of lol.

So we get to this guys house. And I tell you it was the strangest thing ever. He lived in basically one room. And the entire room was full of mirrors. Not just the walls. The ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. Small mirrors joined together with big ones. Not one blank spot anywhere. My cousin and I reluctantly sit down.

If the mirrors weren't strange enough, the guy starts cooking for us, but with his back turned and purposely covers the mirror in front of him that could show me and my cousin what he was cooking. It smelt very strange.

And he wouldn't talk to us. Was just humming along, cooking. At this point we both naturally started to freak out that this guy was going to poison us or something.

We ended up making an excuse that we won't eat anything and water will be fine. We drank the water, the conversations were going nowhere, and we excused ourselves as quickly as we could.

We both still have no idea what, if anything, was wrong with this guy. But a part of me thinks we caught a lucky break when we got out of there unscathed.

 

[WC-Passion]

No, a different one. This guy is actually a learned scholar in Islam. But tempered with a western upbringing and education so he is really switched on.

At one of his madaris he studied in in Lahore, he met a guy who he thought was a little strange. Would always be too quiet, or stare for too much longer than he should, and found it very hard to learn even the simplest of Quranic verses by heart. On the other hand my cousin was one of the brightest students and fast tracked through the course mashallah.

This guy wanted him to teach him how he did it, and so my cousin tried and tried and tried. But he couldn't even get Qulhualla memorised. It was very tough.

After months of trying this man invited my cousin to dinner with him. I happened to be in Lahore at the time, and my cousin asked me to come along. It was only along the way when he told me the history of the guy and some of the other strange things he had seen him do. At this point he explained to me that the only reason he wanted me to come with him is because he was afraid of what this guy would do to him in his house. Geez, thanks for the heads up.

Anyway, we are driving there, I'm quite reluctant to meet this guy now because my mind has concocted all these weird images of him and what he is capable of lol.

So we get to this guys house. And I tell you it was the strangest thing ever. He lived in basically one room. And the entire room was full of mirrors. Not just the walls. The ground, the walls, the ceiling, everything. Small mirrors joined together with big ones. Not one blank spot anywhere. My cousin and I reluctantly sit down.

If the mirrors weren't strange enough, the guy starts cooking for us, but with his back turned and purposely covers the mirror in front of him that could show me and my cousin what he was cooking. It smelt very strange.

And he wouldn't talk to us. Was just humming along, cooking. At this point we both naturally started to freak out that this guy was going to poison us or something.

We ended up making an excuse that we won't eat anything and water will be fine. We drank the water, the conversations were going nowhere, and we excused ourselves as quickly as we could.

We both still have no idea what, if anything, was wrong with this guy. But a part of me thinks we caught a lucky break when we got out of there unscathed.

Sounds like one of those horror movies where the XYZ person who was you and your cousin in this scenario would instead of leave stay and then the plot happens. I don't even want to know what he would have done if you stayed longer.

I've got a weird story myself. One night I was sitting downstairs while watching TV and then I started hear movement on the steps. I was with my Mother and Sister at the time who were both sitting in the same room, and my Dad was at work. I decided to ignore it only for it to get annoyingly louder. I was really tempted to check what was going on, but decided to let it go. Later I went to my bed to go to sleep and then I heard the same thing again. My view from my room wasn't so good so I just thought it was my Sister or my Mother moving around the house. I fall asleep only to have a dream of it not being my mother and some sort of ghost.

After this dream, I woke up hearing 3 thuds that slowly faded/ I wasn't really that freaked out at this point, mainly because my dreams are based of what I've heard/seen/done during the day/night so I was used to it. I really needed the toilet so I got up, and it was literally pitch black, I was only able to see light clothes that looked like weird faces smirking at me. After going to the toilet I went back to sleep and carried on with my life.

To this day, I've never heard or seen anything to do with this in my house ever. The closest I've had to such a weird movement experience was my clothes that were in my room falling down for no reason when I was alone in my room. My friend though has had a similar experience however he saw some kind of weird jinn on the steps through the corner of his eye, but by the time he went down the stairs he had disappeared.

Anyone else had this kind of experience? Where you hear movements like steps and rustling but you know there is nothing there?

 

[Saqs]

Sounds like one of those horror movies where the XYZ person who was you and your cousin in this scenario would instead of leave stay and then the plot happens. I don't even want to know what he would have done if you stayed longer.

I've got a weird story myself. One night I was sitting downstairs while watching TV and then I started hear movement on the steps. I was with my Mother and Sister at the time who were both sitting in the same room, and my Dad was at work. I decided to ignore it only for it to get annoyingly louder. I was really tempted to check what was going on, but decided to let it go. Later I went to my bed to go to sleep and then I heard the same thing again. My view from my room wasn't so good so I just thought it was my Sister or my Mother moving around the house. I fall asleep only to have a dream of it not being my mother and some sort of ghost.

After this dream, I woke up hearing 3 thuds that slowly faded/ I wasn't really that freaked out at this point, mainly because my dreams are based of what I've heard/seen/done during the day/night so I was used to it. I really needed the toilet so I got up, and it was literally pitch black, I was only able to see light clothes that looked like weird faces smirking at me. After going to the toilet I went back to sleep and carried on with my life.

To this day, I've never heard or seen anything to do with this in my house ever. The closest I've had to such a weird movement experience was my clothes that were in my room falling down for no reason when I was alone in my room. My friend though has had a similar experience however he saw some kind of weird jinn on the steps through the corner of his eye, but by the time he went down the stairs he had disappeared.

Anyone else had this kind of experience? Where you hear movements like steps and rustling but you know there is nothing there?

Hah, yeah. Those were my first words to my cousin when we left. I told him we have basically just escaped a horror film.

Anyway, your story is quite common. But still quite unnerving.

I've never heard steps, but I know my brother has at times heard breathing in his room that wasn't his breaths. That must be freaky.

 

[hayat]

Actually, there aren't no ghosts or spirits, etc. [at least not Islamically] It's all Jinns, they're shape-shifters and can take up any shape and form.

I haven't personally had any such experience but one of my sisters was..how to put it..disturbed by a presence [a jinn]. She could see it and it just made her life miserable and yeah odd things like flying objects happened too. Some of my other cousins have had similar experiences.

And I just remembered, when we went to this dargah in Mumbai, we saw women and men in different stages of possession..it was scary to say the least *gulp*

 

[Laal]

So, I've been reading this thread but have never contributed. Figured I'd share my two cents.

Before sharing my own (slightly) paranormal experience. I'd like to start off with one which really shook me. I mean you hear stories about this stuff from every other person but it doesn't really affect you, you know? This one came as a bit of a shock to me because the story relates to a friend of mine from a very well to do family (His father is a very senior leader in the PML (N) regime). He's the type who throws money at insane parties, drinks all night and is completely non-religious. However, after this incident this guy made a 180 degree change and actually stopped everything and became extremely religious (not an extremist or anything but still a shocking change). For the purpose of this story we shall refer to this person as S.

So, anyway I was at a friends place in Dubai when S. and his wife showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night refusing to go back to their place. Me and my friend, knowing this guy, took it as a joke at first but the fear on his face made us realize that he may just be serious. He then sat down and told us what had happened and now, after what had happened, he was able to tell the story from the beginning connecting the dots which at that time seemed extraneous, unconnected and rather peripheral

According to S., he always used to see a little girl in his house in Lahore. However, he always considered this something innocuous and believed it could be one of the servants daughters or something. However, he had remembered the girls face. Recently, now when he was getting married he made a trip to the US to meet the family of his bride-to-be and stayed at their house for a few days where several nights in a row he would be woken up in his sleep and would see someone walking out of the room. Again, he thought it wasn't a big deal as it would be his fiance or one of his sister-in-laws just walking in to pick up something from the room.

After getting married and moving to Dubai he started seeing a girl in his apartment. The first time he saw her the girl walked from the open kitchen into the powder room behind it. S. turned to his wife and asked her whether she saw that and she just laughed and thought he was joking. He ignored it thinking he must be imagining things. The sightings continued and he just continued ignoring them because obviously he wasn't going to admit he's going crazy.

Then one fine evening he saw this girl walk from the kitchen into his bedroom where his wife was. He went in and asked his wife whether someone came in the room and if she was okay. She said she hadn't seen anything. He stepped back out into the living room and he saw the girl standing in one corner. This time though their pet cat was in the same room and started going crazy. This is when he knew that this was something real and not just his imagination.

He still didn't know how to deal with this and not wanting to freak his wife out he continued ignoring the presence thinking that it has not caused any harm so far nor has it tried to interact with them. At this point, he told us that he felt that the girl he kept seeing in his apartment was the same as the one he had seen in his house back in Lahore and thought that it may have been the same thing which was walking in and out of his room in the U.S.

He believed this was something attached to him and it was starting to make its presence felt after he had gotten married.

Moving on, to the fateful night. S. and his wife were watching TV in their apartment when S. saw the girl again. This time the girl walked out of the bedroom and straight towards him. She sat next to him and started staring at him. This obviously freaked him out. He took his wife by the hand and made for the front door. As he walked towards the door he felt something slap him at the back. He said the slap was so hard that he literally fell to the ground. He grabbed his wife and came straight to where we were refusing to go back to his place.

This was a few months ago. Now, he's moved from that apartment but during this time has also been in touch with someone who has been helping him deal with this presence.

Couldn't that be Schizophrenia?

 

[uberkoen]

Couldn't that be Schizophrenia?

I would jump to the same conclusions if I had not known the guy.

and [MENTION=47524]thelandofthebravepeople[/MENTION] also referred to my own personal experience as dementia.

However, how come this all stops all of a sudden then?

In the case of my friend, although he had been seeing something since he was a child he never thought of that girl as a Jinn. He always assumed it was one of the daughters of the help at his house. It wasn't until he got married that the activity got serious and after getting some help it has not completely stopped. How would you explain this? If it were Schizophrenia do you really think a religious person asking him to recite a few things every day would be able to cure it all of a sudden?

In my own personal case, where [MENTION=47524]thelandofthebravepeople[/MENTION] said my entire family probably suffers from dementia, if that were the case then how come these things never happened before we moved into that house or after we moved out? How come dementia was limited to that house and struck the entire family at the same time and cured itself at the same time?

In most cases I would easily say that it is some sort of mental illness however, mental illnesses don't just cure themselves all of a sudden.

 

[WC-Passion]

Hah, yeah. Those were my first words to my cousin when we left. I told him we have basically just escaped a horror film.

Anyway, your story is quite common. But still quite unnerving.

I've never heard steps, but I know my brother has at times heard breathing in his room that wasn't his breaths. That must be freaky.

Yeah. It's really small things like that, that always creep me out.

 

[Madplayer]

I would jump to the same conclusions if I had not known the guy.

and [MENTION=47524]thelandofthebravepeople[/MENTION] also referred to my own personal experience as dementia.

However, how come this all stops all of a sudden then?

In the case of my friend, although he had been seeing something since he was a child he never thought of that girl as a Jinn. He always assumed it was one of the daughters of the help at his house. It wasn't until he got married that the activity got serious and after getting some help it has not completely stopped. How would you explain this? If it were Schizophrenia do you really think a religious person asking him to recite a few things every day would be able to cure it all of a sudden?

In my own personal case, where [MENTION=47524]thelandofthebravepeople[/MENTION] said my entire family probably suffers from dementia, if that were the case then how come these things never happened before we moved into that house or after we moved out? How come dementia was limited to that house and struck the entire family at the same time and cured itself at the same time?

In most cases I would easily say that it is some sort of mental illness however, mental illnesses don't just cure themselves all of a sudden.

Well somebody has to act like the smart pants who doesnt believe in all this stuff. Its a given.

 

[Saqs]

This thread needs new stories. Someone get haunted. Hurry up. I need my fix!

 

[Nostalgic]

This thread needs new stories. Someone get haunted. Hurry up. I need my fix!

We are moving to another state, which implies a new house. I'm going over tomorrow to see it, collect the keys etc.

If the vibe is bad, we will see activity, pun intended, at the house and therefore on this thread.

 

[Laal]

We are moving to another state, which implies a new house. I'm going over tomorrow to see it, collect the keys etc.

If the vibe is bad, we will see activity, pun intended, at the house and therefore on this thread.

Any recitation of 'manzil'?

 

[Nostalgic]

Any recitation of 'manzil'?

That's first on my list of things to do.

Next I request "them" to leave, and that's always a spine-tingling moment: what if they answer back? Worse still if the answer is no.

 

[Chrish]

Seriously who believes in this nonsense in this day and age? The only people I have seen encounter all this stuff are those who always wanted to look for such stuff or were eccentric.. Never seen a sane person going gaga over this.

 

[Haroon786]

That was an extremely disappointing bump.

 

[Saqs]

Seriously who believes in this nonsense in this day and age? The only people I have seen encounter all this stuff are those who always wanted to look for such stuff or were eccentric.. Never seen a sane person going gaga over this.

I would argue the opposite. You live a life of no eccentricity = you are insane.

 

[Chrish]

I would argue the opposite. You live a life of no eccentricity = you are insane.

No offense intended in my post.. But that's my general observation, people who never believe in such stuff never encounter them.. On the other hand, stuff only happens to those who really look for it. All coincidence?

 

[Yatoo]

As a kid I was afraid of dogs. I had this relative who was in an evil "symbiotic" relationship with a Jinn. Whenever we used to have a late night walk and a dog used to be on road anywhere, he would command him to stop. The dog used to freeze completely. Like a stone. After we had moved some 100 meters or so, he used to "release" him and the dog would run away in a flash.

 

[Saqs]

By relationship do you mean he controlled the Jinn, or was he in a physical relationship with it?

 

[Yatoo]

By relationship do you mean he controlled the Jinn, or was he in a physical relationship with it?

You can't control a Jinn. It's long discussion how one "controls" a Jinn. To cut the long story short, you please a greater Jinn/iblees and he assigns a smaller one to you. As long as you please the bigger guy, the smaller guy is yours. By pleasing I mean things that are haram. The more the haram one does, the more the bigger guy is happy and better the smaller guy assigned to you.



No. I was not taking about physical relationship

 

[Saqs]

You can't control a Jinn. It's long discussion how one "controls" a Jinn. To cut the long story short, you please a greater Jinn/iblees and he assigns a smaller one to you. As long as you please the bigger guy, the smaller guy is yours. By pleasing I mean things that are haram. The more the haram one does, the more the bigger guy is happy and better the smaller guy assigned to you.



No. I was not taking about physical relationship

I've heard the exact same thing described to me by a baba ji. No wonder people can lose their minds and lives in the process.

 

[Indiafan]

Seriously who believes in this nonsense in this day and age? The only people I have seen encounter all this stuff are those who always wanted to look for such stuff or were eccentric.. Never seen a sane person going gaga over this.

Tell me Chris what happened that you stopped believing. What took away your childhood sense of wonder and curiosity and belief. What traumatized you to that extent that you would rather be the boy standing with fingers in his ears, chanting, "La, la, la, can't hear you" even when the truth stares you in your face? Surely you did believe in them once. Where only your blanket could keep you safe from the monsters under the bed and you made sure both your feet were inside? Surely the slightly open closet filled you with dread because you knew what the adults didn't, that the boogeyman of your nightmares lurked inside, just out of sight, waiting for you to fall asleep?

Doesn't the unknown excite you? How can it not? Reality is boring, mundane. Your homes and offices and colleges. The safe places you hide yourself and pretend to be secure. Pretending that nothing lurks outside. But what lurks in the dark Chris. Sure you feel safe surrounded by your 100 watt bulbs and the TV blaring in the background, safe where the city never sleeps and darkness is just a concept

But step out to the villages, to the county one night. And then tell me nothing lurks there in the dark. Stare into the heart of the darkness and see how the dark changes you. Then we can talk about fear and superstition. Me and you. Then we talk about nonsense. Because anything is possible in that dark. When we strip ourselves of all our safety and gadgets and light, then we realize what true darkness is. And that in that darkness anything can lurk, just out of sight. Where no one can see you or hear you scream. Where you can become just another statistic in a long list of missing people.

Things do go bump in the night, not in the cities anymore where people are too bust to even get scared and magic and fear and dark is dead and buried. But they are not gone. They never go. They just creep into the next dark place and wait and wait. Sometimes they might travel to your closet or under your bed. But most times they lurk in far places, outside of the cities. And they are angry. Angry at the light, angry to be banished from the cities and most of all, angry at you who hides behind his meager lights and thinks he is safe.

 

[Yatoo]

I've heard the exact same thing described to me by a baba ji. No wonder people can lose their minds and lives in the process.

You should listen to Dr. Murtaza Baksh. Urdu audio lectures on Jinn and Magic

 

[Haroon786]

I haven't come across the supernatural form of Jinn, but certainly have seen a few normal type of Jinn and I have to say they are probably the most wretched types you'd want to meet.

 

[Laal]

As a kid I was afraid of dogs. I had this relative who was in an evil "symbiotic" relationship with a Jinn. Whenever we used to have a late night walk and a dog used to be on road anywhere, he would command him to stop. The dog used to freeze completely. Like a stone. After we had moved some 100 meters or so, he used to "release" him and the dog would run away in a flash.

Any other stories about your relative? That is, if you don't mind sharing.

 

[Yatoo]

Any other stories about your relative? That is, if you don't mind sharing.

I would like not to. Because he has now repented and no longer indulges in this nonsense. Also I was too young to recollect events properly. [emoji6]

 

[Saqs]

Tell me Chris what happened that you stopped believing. What took away your childhood sense of wonder and curiosity and belief. What traumatized you to that extent that you would rather be the boy standing with fingers in his ears, chanting, "La, la, la, can't hear you" even when the truth stares you in your face? Surely you did believe in them once. Where only your blanket could keep you safe from the monsters under the bed and you made sure both your feet were inside? Surely the slightly open closet filled you with dread because you knew what the adults didn't, that the boogeyman of your nightmares lurked inside, just out of sight, waiting for you to fall asleep?

Doesn't the unknown excite you? How can it not? Reality is boring, mundane. Your homes and offices and colleges. The safe places you hide yourself and pretend to be secure. Pretending that nothing lurks outside. But what lurks in the dark Chris. Sure you feel safe surrounded by your 100 watt bulbs and the TV blaring in the background, safe where the city never sleeps and darkness is just a concept

But step out to the villages, to the county one night. And then tell me nothing lurks there in the dark. Stare into the heart of the darkness and see how the dark changes you. Then we can talk about fear and superstition. Me and you. Then we talk about nonsense. Because anything is possible in that dark. When we strip ourselves of all our safety and gadgets and light, then we realize what true darkness is. And that in that darkness anything can lurk, just out of sight. Where no one can see you or hear you scream. Where you can become just another statistic in a long list of missing people.

Things do go bump in the night, not in the cities anymore where people are too bust to even get scared and magic and fear and dark is dead and buried. But they are not gone. They never go. They just creep into the next dark place and wait and wait. Sometimes they might travel to your closet or under your bed. But most times they lurk in far places, outside of the cities. And they are angry. Angry at the light, angry to be banished from the cities and most of all, angry at you who hides behind his meager lights and thinks he is safe.

Aaaaand here is his 8th Post of the Week!

 

[Yatoo]

Aaaaand here is his 8th Post of the Week!

It's creepy.

 

[bond007]

Tell me Chris what happened that you stopped believing. What took away your childhood sense of wonder and curiosity and belief. What traumatized you to that extent that you would rather be the boy standing with fingers in his ears, chanting, "La, la, la, can't hear you" even when the truth stares you in your face? Surely you did believe in them once. Where only your blanket could keep you safe from the monsters under the bed and you made sure both your feet were inside? Surely the slightly open closet filled you with dread because you knew what the adults didn't, that the boogeyman of your nightmares lurked inside, just out of sight, waiting for you to fall asleep?

Doesn't the unknown excite you? How can it not? Reality is boring, mundane. Your homes and offices and colleges. The safe places you hide yourself and pretend to be secure. Pretending that nothing lurks outside. But what lurks in the dark Chris. Sure you feel safe surrounded by your 100 watt bulbs and the TV blaring in the background, safe where the city never sleeps and darkness is just a concept

But step out to the villages, to the county one night. And then tell me nothing lurks there in the dark. Stare into the heart of the darkness and see how the dark changes you. Then we can talk about fear and superstition. Me and you. Then we talk about nonsense. Because anything is possible in that dark. When we strip ourselves of all our safety and gadgets and light, then we realize what true darkness is. And that in that darkness anything can lurk, just out of sight. Where no one can see you or hear you scream. Where you can become just another statistic in a long list of missing people.

Things do go bump in the night, not in the cities anymore where people are too bust to even get scared and magic and fear and dark is dead and buried. But they are not gone. They never go. They just creep into the next dark place and wait and wait. Sometimes they might travel to your closet or under your bed. But most times they lurk in far places, outside of the cities. And they are angry. Angry at the light, angry to be banished from the cities and most of all, angry at you who hides behind his meager lights and thinks he is safe.

Amazing.....

 

[Chrish]

They just creep into the next dark place and wait and wait.

Why does it have to wait though?

It's all inside one's head.. Sometimes perception becomes one's reality.

 

[Indiafan]

Why does it have to wait though?

It's all inside one's head.. Sometimes perception becomes one's reality.

Have you seen a cat playing with a mouse? It can kill the mouse in an instance. But instead it lets it run a little bit and then a little bit more and then some more constantly making the mouse think it has finally escaped. There is nothing worse than hope combined with fear. It makes the fear all the more sweeter. And dead things have infinite patience. But like the cat, they always get what they want in the end.

 

[Indiafan]

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