Stories of Jinn/Bhoot/Ghost - The paranormal experience

[Indiafan]

i literally freaked myself reading this

It's a famous creepypasta

 

[honeybadger]

 

[N.B.K.Q-95]

Those who live in UAE, are you aware of that mysterious voice of the Azaan on the highway from Dubai to Abu Dhabi?

What happens is that whenever you pass a certain section of that highway you can hear a soft, breezy voice that sounds like the azaan. You can always hear it regardless of the time.

Experienced it myself yesterday at 12 AM.

 

[uberkoen]

Those who live in UAE, are you aware of that mysterious voice of the Azaan on the highway from Dubai to Abu Dhabi?

What happens is that whenever you pass a certain section of that highway you can hear a soft, breezy voice that sounds like the azaan. You can always hear it regardless of the time.

Experienced it myself yesterday at 12 AM.

Travelled back and forth for a good 6 months. Never heard anything.

 

[Firebreaker]

Those who live in UAE, are you aware of that mysterious voice of the Azaan on the highway from Dubai to Abu Dhabi?

What happens is that whenever you pass a certain section of that highway you can hear a soft, breezy voice that sounds like the azaan. You can always hear it regardless of the time.

Experienced it myself yesterday at 12 AM.

I don't like to visit Abu Dhabi

 

[Saqs]

Those who live in UAE, are you aware of that mysterious voice of the Azaan on the highway from Dubai to Abu Dhabi?

What happens is that whenever you pass a certain section of that highway you can hear a soft, breezy voice that sounds like the azaan. You can always hear it regardless of the time.

Experienced it myself yesterday at 12 AM.

Work in Abu Dhabi and Dubai so have to travel to and fro quite often. Haven't heard this. Do you know where exactly you heard it?

 

[WC-Passion]

In my case it was having the same dream over again, which eventually led me to being fed up. I was a teenager then.

I used to dream of a large mountain, with me standing on top. A big beast used to come, pick me up, fly around for a bit and then drop me to the ground, as I hit the ground I would wake up in a shock. One night when the beast came, for some reason I realised it was a dream and when the beast picked me up, I grabbed it by it's throat (realising it can't harm me) and did a dive straight to the ground smashing it's head into a few pieces. The thing never came back again. : afridi

)

That must have felt good.

 

[N.B.K.Q-95]

Work in Abu Dhabi and Dubai so have to travel to and fro quite often. Haven't heard this. Do you know where exactly you heard it?

I think it was around Shahama.

I'll confirm it the next time I travel to Abu Dhabi.

 

[WC-Passion]

Need more stories here, so I'll tell you one of mine.

So one night I was at my cousins house, upstairs playing Sports games and Fighters. My uncle had just left for work, and it was just me and my aunt at the house. She was downstairs while I was upstairs. I was playing Fifa until I heard the door open in the front room. I ran downstairs and saw who had entered and no one was there. I asked my Aunt if she had heard it, and she said yes and that it was probably just probably just my Uncle popping in as he may have forgot something.

So I went back up. After a-while I heard the door open, and I was confused. Why would my uncle be back so early? I thought. I went down and I heard a voice from the front room. Still no-one had entered. My aunt said that she had locked the door and only my uncle could have possibly opened it from outside.

It was weird. We told my uncle and he was very confused himself because never popped in.

 

[Indiafan]

While we are waiting for more stories from people, here are some of the creepiest monsters from Japan

Aka Monto - Also called Red cloak/blue cloak



This monster haunts the toilets. When you are in a toilet, you hear noise of footsteps approaching. You realize you are alone and there is no sound. Suddenly a voice says, " Do you like the red cloak or do you like the blue cloak?" You are petrified with fear and hope that the person (pervert?) will go away and leave you alone. But the voice insists and you are compelled to answer. "Red cloak", you might reply, trembling. The monster then cuts your throat so that your blood drips down your body, forming a red cloak. Or you might just say, "blue cloak". The monster then chokes you to death, turning your body blue

Teke Teke



A Japanese woman who was cut in half after committing suicide by throwing herself under a subway train. She drags herself around on her elbows making a sound, 'teke, teke, teke'. She is very fast and if she catches you, she cuts you in half and you become a teke-teke yourself!


Kuchisake-Onna - The slit mouth woman




You are walking alone at night and you are approached by a woman wearing a surgical mask (common in Japan to avoid pollution). She looks beautiful. She approaches you and you stop. Then she asks, "Do you think I am beautiful"? IF you say no, she will cut your head off. If you say yes, she will remove her mask, revealing that her face has been slit from eat to ear, been grotesquely mutilated. She asks again, "am I still beautiful"? If you say yes, she will slit your face.

 

[WC-Passion]

While we are waiting for more stories from people, here are some of the creepiest monsters from Japan

Aka Monto - Also called Red cloak/blue cloak

View attachment 59127

This monster haunts the toilets. When you are in a toilet, you hear noise of footsteps approaching. You realize you are alone and there is no sound. Suddenly a voice says, " Do you like the red cloak or do you like the blue cloak?" You are petrified with fear and hope that the person (pervert?) will go away and leave you alone. But the voice insists and you are compelled to answer. "Red cloak", you might reply, trembling. The monster then cuts your throat so that your blood drips down your body, forming a red cloak. Or you might just say, "blue cloak". The monster then chokes you to death, turning your body blue

Teke Teke

View attachment 59128

A Japanese woman who was cut in half after committing suicide by throwing herself under a subway train. She drags herself around on her elbows making a sound, 'teke, teke, teke'. She is very fast and if she catches you, she cuts you in half and you become a teke-teke yourself!


Kuchisake-Onna - The slit mouth woman


View attachment 59129

You are walking alone at night and you are approached by a woman wearing a surgical mask (common in Japan to avoid pollution). She looks beautiful. She approaches you and you stop. Then she asks, "Do you think I am beautiful"? IF you say no, she will cut your head off. If you say yes, she will remove her mask, revealing that her face has been slit from eat to ear, been grotesquely mutilated. She asks again, "am I still beautiful"? If you say yes, she will slit your face.

So that last one you can survive?

 

[Nostalgic]

While we are waiting for more stories from people, here are some of the creepiest monsters from Japan

Aka Monto - Also called Red cloak/blue cloak

View attachment 59127

This monster haunts the toilets. When you are in a toilet, you hear noise of footsteps approaching. You realize you are alone and there is no sound. Suddenly a voice says, " Do you like the red cloak or do you like the blue cloak?" You are petrified with fear and hope that the person (pervert?) will go away and leave you alone. But the voice insists and you are compelled to answer. "Red cloak", you might reply, trembling. The monster then cuts your throat so that your blood drips down your body, forming a red cloak. Or you might just say, "blue cloak". The monster then chokes you to death, turning your body blue

Teke Teke

View attachment 59128

A Japanese woman who was cut in half after committing suicide by throwing herself under a subway train. She drags herself around on her elbows making a sound, 'teke, teke, teke'. She is very fast and if she catches you, she cuts you in half and you become a teke-teke yourself!


Kuchisake-Onna - The slit mouth woman


View attachment 59129

You are walking alone at night and you are approached by a woman wearing a surgical mask (common in Japan to avoid pollution). She looks beautiful. She approaches you and you stop. Then she asks, "Do you think I am beautiful"? IF you say no, she will cut your head off. If you say yes, she will remove her mask, revealing that her face has been slit from eat to ear, been grotesquely mutilated. She asks again, "am I still beautiful"? If you say yes, she will slit your face.

Too gory, contemporary and Hollywoodesque. Does not conform to subtle South Asian sensibilities.

 

[Firebreaker]

While we are waiting for more stories from people, here are some of the creepiest monsters from Japan

Aka Monto - Also called Red cloak/blue cloak

View attachment 59127

This monster haunts the toilets. When you are in a toilet, you hear noise of footsteps approaching. You realize you are alone and there is no sound. Suddenly a voice says, " Do you like the red cloak or do you like the blue cloak?" You are petrified with fear and hope that the person (pervert?) will go away and leave you alone. But the voice insists and you are compelled to answer. "Red cloak", you might reply, trembling. The monster then cuts your throat so that your blood drips down your body, forming a red cloak. Or you might just say, "blue cloak". The monster then chokes you to death, turning your body blue

Teke Teke

View attachment 59128

A Japanese woman who was cut in half after committing suicide by throwing herself under a subway train. She drags herself around on her elbows making a sound, 'teke, teke, teke'. She is very fast and if she catches you, she cuts you in half and you become a teke-teke yourself!


Kuchisake-Onna - The slit mouth woman


View attachment 59129

You are walking alone at night and you are approached by a woman wearing a surgical mask (common in Japan to avoid pollution). She looks beautiful. She approaches you and you stop. Then she asks, "Do you think I am beautiful"? IF you say no, she will cut your head off. If you say yes, she will remove her mask, revealing that her face has been slit from eat to ear, been grotesquely mutilated. She asks again, "am I still beautiful"? If you say yes, she will slit your face.

There was a thread on these Legends long time ago

 

[WC-Passion]

Too gory, contemporary and Hollywoodesque. Does not conform to subtle South Asian sensibilities.

Japan is a very crazy country. Expected imo.

 

[Syed1]

Every household has that weird kid. Growing up, my sister was the weird one. Always talking to imaginary people. Always up late at night, roaming around the house without fear. She believed in all sorts of things, ghosts and goblins and jinns. While I quietly went about being the ideal son, getting good grades, trying to sound knowledgeable about politics and sports and other material things, my sister would roam around with her head in the cloud, smiling and talking to herself and trying to get me to join in

Playing games with her was weird yet entertaining. We would start with some normal board games, ludo, playing ghar ghar, monopoly. But it would not be just the two of us. The kid next door who had died 10 years ago, the old uncle who had died before we were born, some random drifter who couldn't possibly be there, everyone would join us. And of course, she would be the only one to be able to see them. Sometimes I could almost swear that the game pieces were moving by themselves. But of course, I knew it was all her doing, her imagination. But I never felt scared as long as she was with me. My elder sister would look after me and I was safe as long as I was with her. So what if she was this weird kid. She was my sister and I loved her.

I grew into an angsty teen. Was bullied at school. Silent, morose, uncommunicative. I hated everything and anything. Life wasn't good enough. I started experimenting with drugs. My parents tried their hardest to get to me. I shut them out. They pleaded, took me to shrinks, put me into rehabilitation. But they had lost their son. The only person I could share anything with, was my sister. She looked out for me, did not judge me, loved me unconditionally. Slowly but surely, she brought me back from the brink. I sobered up, finished my degree, got a job. She stayed at home to help me study.

I fell in love and got married and had a son. However, I felt I was constantly measuring my wife against my sister and she was always coming up short. She didn't like me talking about my sister all the time. And I would call my sister and complain about my wife. My parents asked me to give my marriage a chance. My sister pleaded with me to cut off contacts with her if it meant that our marriage could be saved. But how could I? I knew how much she had sacrificed for me. In the my wife walked out but thankfully left my son behind, someone who I love with all my heart and the only human being I could relate to after my sister

I haven't seen my sister for a while now. My parents are glad. They think that the medicines are finally working. You see, they tried to convince me that I never had a sister. I was an only child, always been an only child. The doctors, my friends all tell me that my sister is imaginary. Why then has my son started talking about his aunt who visits him everyday and looks after him?

What the actual fffffffffff....

 

[marlonbrowndo]

While we are waiting for more stories from people, here are some of the creepiest monsters from Japan

Aka Monto - Also called Red cloak/blue cloak

View attachment 59127

This monster haunts the toilets. When you are in a toilet, you hear noise of footsteps approaching. You realize you are alone and there is no sound. Suddenly a voice says, " Do you like the red cloak or do you like the blue cloak?" You are petrified with fear and hope that the person (pervert?) will go away and leave you alone. But the voice insists and you are compelled to answer. "Red cloak", you might reply, trembling. The monster then cuts your throat so that your blood drips down your body, forming a red cloak. Or you might just say, "blue cloak". The monster then chokes you to death, turning your body blue

Teke Teke

View attachment 59128

A Japanese woman who was cut in half after committing suicide by throwing herself under a subway train. She drags herself around on her elbows making a sound, 'teke, teke, teke'. She is very fast and if she catches you, she cuts you in half and you become a teke-teke yourself!


Kuchisake-Onna - The slit mouth woman


View attachment 59129

You are walking alone at night and you are approached by a woman wearing a surgical mask (common in Japan to avoid pollution). She looks beautiful. She approaches you and you stop. Then she asks, "Do you think I am beautiful"? IF you say no, she will cut your head off. If you say yes, she will remove her mask, revealing that her face has been slit from eat to ear, been grotesquely mutilated. She asks again, "am I still beautiful"? If you say yes, she will slit your face.

women.. you tell them theyre ugly they kill you. you tell them theyre beautiful they still kill you.

 

[WC-Passion]

What the actual fffffffffff....

It's most likely fake, if that helps.

 

[marlonbrowndo]

Every household has that weird kid. Growing up, my sister was the weird one. Always talking to imaginary people. Always up late at night, roaming around the house without fear. She believed in all sorts of things, ghosts and goblins and jinns. While I quietly went about being the ideal son, getting good grades, trying to sound knowledgeable about politics and sports and other material things, my sister would roam around with her head in the cloud, smiling and talking to herself and trying to get me to join in

Playing games with her was weird yet entertaining. We would start with some normal board games, ludo, playing ghar ghar, monopoly. But it would not be just the two of us. The kid next door who had died 10 years ago, the old uncle who had died before we were born, some random drifter who couldn't possibly be there, everyone would join us. And of course, she would be the only one to be able to see them. Sometimes I could almost swear that the game pieces were moving by themselves. But of course, I knew it was all her doing, her imagination. But I never felt scared as long as she was with me. My elder sister would look after me and I was safe as long as I was with her. So what if she was this weird kid. She was my sister and I loved her.

I grew into an angsty teen. Was bullied at school. Silent, morose, uncommunicative. I hated everything and anything. Life wasn't good enough. I started experimenting with drugs. My parents tried their hardest to get to me. I shut them out. They pleaded, took me to shrinks, put me into rehabilitation. But they had lost their son. The only person I could share anything with, was my sister. She looked out for me, did not judge me, loved me unconditionally. Slowly but surely, she brought me back from the brink. I sobered up, finished my degree, got a job. She stayed at home to help me study.

I fell in love and got married and had a son. However, I felt I was constantly measuring my wife against my sister and she was always coming up short. She didn't like me talking about my sister all the time. And I would call my sister and complain about my wife. My parents asked me to give my marriage a chance. My sister pleaded with me to cut off contacts with her if it meant that our marriage could be saved. But how could I? I knew how much she had sacrificed for me. In the my wife walked out but thankfully left my son behind, someone who I love with all my heart and the only human being I could relate to after my sister

I haven't seen my sister for a while now. My parents are glad. They think that the medicines are finally working. You see, they tried to convince me that I never had a sister. I was an only child, always been an only child. The doctors, my friends all tell me that my sister is imaginary. Why then has my son started talking about his aunt who visits him everyday and looks after him?

you kinda copied shutter island there

 

[Nostalgic]

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.

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

I've been busy, having just moved to a new place (more on that later). There have been a few quality contributions to this thread in the meantime.

Black magic books list a number of details of how practitioners and fortune tellers employ the services of the Jinn. I've mentioned the Qareen a while back.

Fortune tellers are known to get in touch with the Qareen of dead people, and therefore accurately list details of the dead person's life, because the Qareen has "been there, done that," so to speak. Incidentally, the chapter on Jinn in the Quran mentions meteorites fired on them when they try to access the heavens, but it is said that the lesser ones do venture to the lower realms of the heavens and return with whatever they've gleaned about fate and upcoming events, which is how the fortune tellers are hit and miss with their predictions.

Black magic practitioners also reportedly employ Jinn for their dirty deeds. But the catch is, so often the deal is that whatever misfortune they inflict on someone, the same misfortune afflicts the magician, thrice over. Also it is said that as they age, they lose influence over the Jinn in question, and towards the end of the magician's life, he is the slave, the Jinn the master.

 

[Haroon786]

I've been busy, having just moved to a new place (more on that later). There have been a few quality contributions to this thread in the meantime.

Black magic books list a number of details of how practitioners and fortune tellers employ the services of the Jinn. I've mentioned the Qareen a while back.

Fortune tellers are known to get in touch with the Qareen of dead people, and therefore accurately list details of the dead person's life, because the Qareen has "been there, done that," so to speak. Incidentally, the chapter on Jinn in the Quran mentions meteorites fired on them when they try to access the heavens, but it is said that the lesser ones do venture to the lower realms of the heavens and return with whatever they've gleaned about fate and upcoming events, which is how the fortune tellers are hit and miss with their predictions.

Black magic practitioners also reportedly employ Jinn for their dirty deeds. But the catch is, so often the deal is that whatever misfortune they inflict on someone, the same misfortune afflicts the magician, thrice over. Also it is said that as they age, they lose influence over the Jinn in question, and towards the end of the magician's life, he is the slave, the Jinn the master.

Honestly isn't worth sacrificing your soul for the pittance of today in exchange of the promised eternal abode.

 

[Nostalgic]

Interesting. They can take the form of humans from what I have read. So it probably helps them blend in. I don't think we'd be able to see them in their natural form as, my understanding is that they are in another dimension that we are unable to see with the human eye.

One of my aunts had a similar story in her old house. It was being used as a Quran class school for kids. One of the days a kid was pushed over by seemingly an unseen creature. The teacher at the time told my aunt that it was one of the Jinn children that comes to learn everyday bring naughty and pushed someone over. She even described what they look like and which corner of the backyard they live in. It was quite creepy because my young cousin who used to live there would always complain about seeing red eyes watching him in the bathroom. But we would always just dismiss his claims as imagination. Who knows?

From what I've read, while they can assume human form, they are limited in that they can only assume a really short or really tall person's form (No Mohammad Irfan jokes please).

Culturally, it seems cats are the vehicle of choice. I have personal experience with that, as my first few posts on this thread will show.

Also it is said that they can, willfully or mistakenly, appear in the original form before humans. The belief is that they are at their ugliest as babies and children, and as they age they assume a slightly less frightening appearance.

 

[Nostalgic]

Honestly isn't worth sacrificing your soul for the pittance of today in exchange of the promised eternal abode.

Indeed. But there are depraved individuals who probably do it all the same.

 

[Haroon786]

Indeed. But there are depraved individuals who probably do it all the same.

May God have mercy on them.

It's kind of weird in that you would probably have to be a psychopath to use black magic as the punishment in this dunya itself outweighs the reward you gain (as you've mentioned) and the hell fire is manifold times worse than death.

 

[Nostalgic]

My great great grandfather was a very pious man, a learned scholar who was very well known in the area. He used to regularly visit our mango tree in the village which was a few hundred metres away from his house. He found it a peaceful place to perform his prayers, usually the fajr prayer. The story goes, one day a group of Jinn made themselves to appear in front of him, as he had full knowledge of the existence of jinn, he did not fear their presence but asked them why they had appeared before him. One of the Jinn replied there is a wedding which needs to take place but they don't have an Imam to perform the nikkah (no reason as to why not) and if he would be so kind to carry out this duty. He agreed, carried out the nikkah and one of the Jinn ripped of a leaf from the mango tree, put some type of sweet halwa on it and passed it to him. He bought it back to the house and shared it with his family.

Anyway I was intrigued by this story but never really believed it until one day my brothers, sister and I woke up all with an organgy type of henna underneath our feet. I still remember it vividly, there was no texture to it and it was a very strange colour, not exactly orange but a type of mustardy, yellow orange which I've not seen to this day. I asked my mother what this was, she was not sure but suggested we may have either coloured it in, trying to play her up and jokingly also said you may have passed through a Jinns wedding. The story of my great great grandfather immediately came to mind and I wondered if it could be the same Jinns or perhaps their children who had got married now, so they are continuing to pass down their thanks. Even then I wasn't really convinced Jinns existed and even if they did I was in a totally different country, thousands of miles away from Pakistan where at that age I thought it's Jinns come from.

However a couple of years later, I heard of a local kid being possessed by a Jinn. Apparently he was speaking in a mature male voice and would constantly move his head around, often pulling his own hair but generally very ill. After speaking to a few people I was told he became ill(possessed) after he urinated on a tree in the local park which was only a short walk from house, coincidently this was my favourite tree as it grew the most tasty apples in the area, where I used to play all the time. The kid was eventually taken to Pakistan for some type of exorcism but I used to continue to visit this tree every autumn for the next few years hoping to pick off some apples but no apples ever grew again. Eventually the council cut the tree down.

It may all be just a coincidence or some type of freak events but it's an interesting story as I now believe in Jinns and have heard they do like to live around trees. I have never urinated near bushes or trees since but I'm waiting for an invite to a Jinns wedding, it would be amazing to see a Jinn in person.

The stories of trees, and Jinn weddings are a part and parcel of our folklore. Stories of relieving oneself against a tree, or plucking flowers, resulting in unintended consequences have been related by numerous people.

The wedding story that is most popular is the one where a wise old man was travelling with his grandson at night, and heard the beating of drums. He said aloud "We share in your joy and your grief," and lo and behold, a basket of sweets accompanied them home. He explained that it was a Jinn wedding procession.

Later on, the grandson was travelling alone, and heard the beating of drums again. He said "We share in your joy," but this time he received a beating from unseen entities. The mistake he had made was that he didn't mention their grief alongside the joy, which is what the grandfather had done. It turns out that Jinn funerals feature the beating of drums too.

I remember reading "Twilight in Delhi" by Ahmed Ali, possibly the first English novel by a(n eventual) Pakistani (He migrated during partition and was a civil servant). During a dust storm, the old ladies explain that it is a Jinn's wedding procession. I remember dust storms preceding a monsoon downpour as having an eerie feel: the markets would empty, the sky would darken, the wind would howl, and if you peered out towards that old, dark, empty house at the end of the street that had had all its paint chipped and eroded away, a chill would strike your heart...

 

[Nostalgic]

May God have mercy on them.

It's kind of weird in that you would probably have to be a psychopath to use black magic as the punishment in this dunya itself outweighs the reward you gain (as you've mentioned) and the hell fire is manifold times worse than death.

Hence the phrase "a devil's bargain."

 

[Nostalgic]

The vibe in my new place is bad. Colorado Springs is dead after 9 PM anyhow, and this place, which we found after many weeks of house hunting, is at the edge of the city. The only thing missing is a cemetery in the vicinity, although towards the East the landscape turns barren, and I'm reminded of the desert.

I usually have a gut feeling about places, and after four years of staying in places with a more benign vibe, I was dismayed by what I felt here. Add to this the fact that the layout is odd: the living room is downstairs, the bedrooms and bathrooms all upstairs. So to go upstairs when it is dark because everyone is downstairs, or vice versa, is scary if you're obsessed with these things like I am. That uncanny feeling of being watched/followed is very much there, even though I haven't experienced anything that can't be explained as a coincidence or my mind playing tricks on me.

I'm seriously scared of having tempted fate, so to speak, by discussing these things over the last few posts, after having kept myself away for a few days.

 

[ChachaCricket]

^Go get some fresh air.

 

[Nostalgic]

^Go get some fresh air.

Can't. When the fear grips you, you tend to stay rooted to the spot.

Besides, it is still early days here, and because of the elevation (over 6000 ft), the slightest bit of exertion leads to shortness of breath. I'm using that as an excuse to not exercise. The "Mile High" moniker refers to more than just the legal marijuana

 

[Indiafan]

you kinda copied shutter island there

Where I am a police officer on a mission? Anyways, this happened 20 years ago, much before shutter island

 

[Indiafan]

Too gory, contemporary and Hollywoodesque. Does not conform to subtle South Asian sensibilities.

Come on, don't tell me we did not have similar cautionary tales for children while growing up

 

[Saqs]

From what I've read, while they can assume human form, they are limited in that they can only assume a really short or really tall person's form (No Mohammad Irfan jokes please).

Culturally, it seems cats are the vehicle of choice. I have personal experience with that, as my first few posts on this thread will show.

Also it is said that they can, willfully or mistakenly, appear in the original form before humans. The belief is that they are at their ugliest as babies and children, and as they age they assume a slightly less frightening appearance.

I have heard more snakes stories than cats.

 

[Nostalgic]

Come on, don't tell me we did not have similar cautionary tales for children while growing up

Hmm. Come to think of it, there was the deo who would eat children. I related the full story in the anti-Match Thread thread. I'll have to dig that one up to avoid having to type it out again.

 

[Nostalgic]

I have heard more snakes stories than cats.

Snakes are just too obvious. Cats however are insidious: cute cuddly kitty cats who are actually Jinn? Makes sense from a strategic, devious point of view.

 

[Indiafan]

Hmm. Come to think of it, there was the deo who would eat children. I related the full story in the anti-Match Thread thread. I'll have to dig that one up to avoid having to type it out again.

Growing up my parents used to tell me all sorts of cautionary tales. The churail who would waylay me if I stayed out late. (That chudail might or might not have been the padosi milf) The demon who used to be in the pond and who would pull me in if I went too close. The brahm rakshasa (another kind of demon) who would throw me of trees if I tried climbing one. The ghost who would get me if I made noise at night,

Must have worked, I never got into a position to accidentally kill myself though thinking of the superstitious fear this creates and which continues into adulthood, is it worth it?

 

[Indiafan]

There is nothing like the "Raven" for atmosphere. Don't know if people here would appreciate it

[utube]bLiXjaPqSyY[/utube]

 

[KingKhanWC]

The stories of trees, and Jinn weddings are a part and parcel of our folklore. Stories of relieving oneself against a tree, or plucking flowers, resulting in unintended consequences have been related by numerous people.

The wedding story that is most popular is the one where a wise old man was travelling with his grandson at night, and heard the beating of drums. He said aloud "We share in your joy and your grief," and lo and behold, a basket of sweets accompanied them home. He explained that it was a Jinn wedding procession.

Later on, the grandson was travelling alone, and heard the beating of drums again. He said "We share in your joy," but this time he received a beating from unseen entities. The mistake he had made was that he didn't mention their grief alongside the joy, which is what the grandfather had done. It turns out that Jinn funerals feature the beating of drums too.

I remember reading "Twilight in Delhi" by Ahmed Ali, possibly the first English novel by a(n eventual) Pakistani (He migrated during partition and was a civil servant). During a dust storm, the old ladies explain that it is a Jinn's wedding procession. I remember dust storms preceding a monsoon downpour as having an eerie feel: the markets would empty, the sky would darken, the wind would howl, and if you peered out towards that old, dark, empty house at the end of the street that had had all its paint chipped and eroded away, a chill would strike your heart...

Sounds like a better plot of four weddings and a funeral. To your knowledge is there any particular reason Jinns love to settle down near trees, I'm assuming shade isn't a requirement for them?

 

[Nostalgic]

Sounds like a better plot of four weddings and a funeral. To your knowledge is there any particular reason Jinns love to settle down near trees, I'm assuming shade isn't a requirement for them?

It would make sense in the Middle East for them to dwell in olive trees. Buildings and man-made structures come and go, but olive trees live virtually forever. They say there may be olive trees still around that the Prophets may have eaten from. So perhaps some of them take those on as a permanent abode. I'm not sure about subcontinental foliage.

There is of course the scientific explanation that around trees humans experience a shortage of oxygen, and in olden times people would attribute that to a Jinn strangling them.

In any case, trees being separate or distant from human dwellings may explain it.

 

[Nostalgic]

There is nothing like the "Raven" for atmosphere. Don't know if people here would appreciate it

[utube]bLiXjaPqSyY[/utube]

Can't watch the video at work, but there must be better recitations than on the Simpsons

Poe's collected works are great for Halloween reading. I've talked earlier in this thread about how, underneath the crass commercialism and generic candy and childish costumes, there's a real menace to Halloween, and reading Poe, the quintessential American horror writer, allows you to connect to paranormal America: the America of Salem, headless Hessian horsemen, haunted houses, barren trees and windswept streets, leaden skies hinting at rain and snow, and the biting chill of the impending winter. It's different from our own cultural beliefs in the paranormal, yet familiar too in many respects.

My favorite from Poe is Al-Araaf, named after a chapter in the Quran. I think for someone like me, it's a real bridge from the religion-tinged paranormal experiences, real and imagined, of my boyhood, and my American present.

 

[Nostalgic]

This is the house.

You can make out the backyard. It's all dug up. They are all graves. I kid you not. I'm sure he has a permit for it and everything but it's just a little freaky don't you think?

Going through the old posts, I came across this one from last year, and for some reason I wanted to look up the location and see if there's a street view on Google Maps.

There is, and what is more, just south on Woods Road, there is an actual cemetery, called Truganina Cemetery. Why does this guy have graves in his backyard then? The cemetery looks like it has plenty of room.

Next time you're in Australia, you must ring the bell and ask

 

[Saqs]

Going through the old posts, I came across this one from last year, and for some reason I wanted to look up the location and see if there's a street view on Google Maps.

There is, and what is more, just south on Woods Road, there is an actual cemetery, called Truganina Cemetery. Why does this guy have graves in his backyard then? The cemetery looks like it has plenty of room.

Next time you're in Australia, you must ring the bell and ask

Yeah Truganina cemetery it is. It is not far from where some friends live so I'll definitely ring the bell. At midnight.

 

[N.B.K.Q-95]

This is not all that scary. But it sure is weird.

So yesterday my sister woke up on the spare bed in our parent's room. She swore that she slept in her own room and had no recollection of going to our parent's room.

Today, I slept in my bed after Fajr and woke up on the spare bed in my parent's room with absolutely no recollection of transferring.

 

[Indiafan]

Better to ask your wife. A second party confirming it is better than that sister one where you were the only party.

What wife?

 

[angrypathan]

This is not all that scary. But it sure is weird.

So yesterday my sister woke up on the spare bed in our parent's room. She swore that she slept in her own room and had no recollection of going to our parent's room.

Today, I slept in my bed after Fajr and woke up on the spare bed in my parent's room with absolutely no recollection of transferring.

Your parents are probably just trolling you

 

[uberkoen]

You guys need to check this video out.

Pretty interesting.

 

[Vulcan]

You guys need to check this video out.

Pretty interesting.

Needs Subtitles and lady with newspaper asking camera guy not to shoot her

 

[gani999]

Not entirely bhoot or djinn related but here is an incident.

Many years ago when I was a student in India, there were stories doing the rounds that a certain graveyard behind our institute was haunted. Many people swore that they had seen a headless body walking around there after midnight.

A friend of mine and I decided to check the place out. We were both the strong and well built types, and with my friend being a judo black belt to boot, we decided that no harm would come to us.

We set out one night after dinner. Anticipating a long wait for the headless ghost, we decided to take along a bottle of cheap Indian whisky, couple of bottles of soda and a bag of crisps. Armed with all of this, we set off.

We reached the graveyard at around 11.00 PM. A fog had set in and the place was deserted. We sat on a gravestone, opened the whisky and soda and began our vigil.

An hour passed, and we had drunk through about half the bottle of whisky, talking mostly about girls and cricket. There was no sign of any headless ghost or anything else. Soon we began to feel sleepy. So we picked up the half finished bottle and the other stuff and made our way back to our institute hostel. I definitely remember putting the lid back on the whisky bottle tightly.

Upon reaching our rooms we came across another friend who, seeing the whisky bottle in my hand, asked if he could have a drink.

I agreed and was about to pour him one when I noticed that the bottle was completely empty!!! I could swear that we had not finished the bottle in the graveyard and had not spilled anything along the way. So where did the remaining booze go?

We had a big laugh and got on with life. Maybe a drink was what the poor headless ghost actually wanted.

 

[Vulcan]

Not entirely bhoot or djinn related but here is an incident.

Many years ago when I was a student in India, there were stories doing the rounds that a certain graveyard behind our institute was haunted. Many people swore that they had seen a headless body walking around there after midnight.

A friend of mine and I decided to check the place out. We were both the strong and well built types, and with my friend being a judo black belt to boot, we decided that no harm would come to us.

We set out one night after dinner. Anticipating a long wait for the headless ghost, we decided to take along a bottle of cheap Indian whisky, couple of bottles of soda and a bag of crisps. Armed with all of this, we set off.

We reached the graveyard at around 11.00 PM. A fog had set in and the place was deserted. We sat on a gravestone, opened the whisky and soda and began our vigil.

An hour passed, and we had drunk through about half the bottle of whisky, talking mostly about girls and cricket. There was no sign of any headless ghost or anything else. Soon we began to feel sleepy. So we picked up the half finished bottle and the other stuff and made our way back to our institute hostel. I definitely remember putting the lid back on the whisky bottle tightly.

Upon reaching our rooms we came across another friend who, seeing the whisky bottle in my hand, asked if he could have a drink.

I agreed and was about to pour him one when I noticed that the bottle was completely empty!!! I could swear that we had not finished the bottle in the graveyard and had not spilled anything along the way. So where did the remaining booze go?

We had a big laugh and got on with life. Maybe a drink was what the poor headless ghost actually wanted.

And the ghost in graveyard was singing and dancing

"Thori si jo pee li hai Chori hi tu ki hai"

 

[gani999]

And the ghost in graveyard was singing and dancing

"Thori si jo pee li hai Chori hi tu ki hai"

Now that would have been really entertaining!

But the coward of the ghost just drank our booze and ran off. Bloody ghost!

 

[Nostalgic]

I've been so busy I have been negligent of this thread. This week though, I was reminded of it, courtesy a Chinese lady, named Jin.

Apparently it's a common enough Chinese name, for both men and women. I was attending a training seminar where said lady was also present. One day, I couldn't take it anymore, and stole that stiff paper foldout that they place at your desk so the instructor knows your name. She looked puzzled the day after, but didn't say or suspect anything.

I added the extra N at the end of Jin. It now graces my desk.

 

[PCP_1]

I've been so busy I have been negligent of this thread. This week though, I was reminded of it, courtesy a Chinese lady, named Jin.

Apparently it's a common enough Chinese name, for both men and women. I was attending a training seminar where said lady was also present. One day, I couldn't take it anymore, and stole that stiff paper foldout that they place at your desk so the instructor knows your name. She looked puzzled the day after, but didn't say or suspect anything.

I added the extra N at the end of Jin. It now graces my desk.

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What do you smoke in that Sheesha.

 

[Nostalgic]

What do you smoke in that Sheesha.

Peppermint eliquid. Anything stiffer would be frowned upon, even though we're in Colorado.

 

[Belawal2014]

I could listen to your stories all day long [MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION]. Never a dull moment with you around.

 

[Nostalgic]

I could listen to your stories all day long [MENTION=22846]Nostalgic[/MENTION]. Never a dull moment with you around.

That's what she said. She being the generic lady in the catchphrase, not Jin.

 

[Saqs]

Any paranormal experiences with the recent blood moon occurrences?

I had a killer story for this thread last night but it is completely escaping me at this moment. Will post it when I can remember what it was.

 

[Saqs]

So I'm in the kitchen making some chai. From the windows I can hear humming of some hymns in the distance. Didn't pay it any mind because you tend to hear a lot of these happen on Fridays.

But then it hits me. I'm in the kitchen making some chai at 1am. Nobody should be humming hymns at this time. Least of all the neighbouring house which has been vacant for a good six months now.

 

[Nostalgic]

So I'm in the kitchen making some chai. From the windows I can hear humming of some hymns in the distance. Didn't pay it any mind because you tend to hear a lot of these happen on Fridays.

But then it hits me. I'm in the kitchen making some chai at 1am. Nobody should be humming hymns at this time. Least of all the neighbouring house which has been vacant for a good six months now.

Forty days is the cutoff period, or so the legend goes. These entities lurk outside the threshold as long as there are humans inhabiting it, and don't cross the threshold until some human act serves as an invitation. However, after seven days of the dwelling lying empty, they tentatively move in. After forty days, they settle down.

What sort of hymns were they?

 

[Abdul]

The only time when I used to get scared was when home alone and hear some random noises. This fear has eventually gone away now.

 

[cricketworm]

Bhoot doesn't exist.

But fear does.

Here is our interesting incident.

Me and my wife were on post dinner walk. We passed the Church that comes on the way to our walk, there was nothing there. When coming back I started to scare my wife. Started talking about Ghost and Bhoot. I was telling her that Ghost doesn't exist and it doesn't makes sense for it to exist.

I teased her and pushed her to one school that comes on our way where there was dark. Telling her, Bhoot take her away. I started singing this song.

[utube]Kjyr9JYd3-I[/utube]

We were having laugh at my wife's little afraid nature.

Enter 'that' Church.

We were merely just looking at the church.

It was dark.

There was a small pathway in front of the church.

There was somebody standing there right in front of the church.

We both noticed that together.

We looked at each other and our eyes were talking to each other, telling each other somebody is literally standing.

My wife kind of yelled! HOLY ****

We both were shook.

We took couple of seconds to analyze who was there, my wife was pulling me and telling me to run. It was possibly a black lady standing with untied hair, we couldn't see face. That lady was barely moving. We thought it was a statue. But then suddenly only neck moved toward another side. Nothing else was moving. We were so close to that lady she din't even move the muscle regardless of hearing our 'spooked' noise.

By noticing all this, my wife was so scared, my heart also started racing we literally fast walked for 100 meters discussing what the heck was that!

It was 12:00 O clock.

My wife was telling me 'see see told you, you get scared, it was a ghost' I bravely told her 'no no I am not scared' (where my pulse rate was over 100) I told her that I can even go back. She said 'go if you are not scared' then realizing after 3 seconds, when I walk couple of steps and convince to not go as she was so scared.

It was scary for me despite me not believing in ghost. I don't deny the fear. Fear can make ghost. But I don't believe in ghost.

However, I will regret for not going back and making sure.

Most likely it was a lady waiting for somebody there.

But the lack of movement of her body made us scared. We could only see somebody was standing there and moving a neck only.

It was thrilling to experience as we were JUST talking about Ghost couple of seconds ago, and we found somebody standing in front of Church at 12:00.

Maza AA gaya!

 

[Saqs]

Forty days is the cutoff period, or so the legend goes. These entities lurk outside the threshold as long as there are humans inhabiting it, and don't cross the threshold until some human act serves as an invitation. However, after seven days of the dwelling lying empty, they tentatively move in. After forty days, they settle down.

What sort of hymns were they?

Like the duroods that you hear on Fridays all across Pakistan. Same tunes but couldn't make out the words.

 

[tempus123]

There was a doctor in my village who was stopped on a rainy night, while going home, by a woman requesting him to treat her son who had high fever. The doctor asked her to take her son to his clinic (it was open) but the lady insisted he visit her house as it would be difficult to take the boy along.

He agreed and went to her house and treated the child who was unconscious (may be due to high fever), he gave some medicine to the boy (injection etc.) and was about to leave the house, when he saw the lady's photo on the wall and there was a 'haar' on her photo..

The doctor ran back to his house and lay unconscious for at least 10-15 hrs.

It's a true story, at least that's what the doctor narrated.

 

[Saqs]

There was a doctor in my village who was stopped on a rainy night, while going home, by a woman requesting him to treat her son who had high fever. The doctor asked her to take her son to his clinic (it was open) but the lady insisted he visit her house as it would be difficult to take the boy along.

He agreed and went to her house and treated the child who was unconscious (may be due to high fever), he gave some medicine to the boy (injection etc.) and was about to leave the house, when he saw the lady's photo on the wall and there was a 'haar' on her photo..

The doctor ran back to his house and lay unconscious for at least 10-15 hrs.

It's a true story, at least that's what the doctor narrated.

I like this story. But two questions arise.

1. The photo could just have been her deceased twin sister right?

2. How did the doctor have so much self control that he chose to run away first, get to the comfort of his own home, and then lose consciousness?

 

[tempus123]

I like this story. But two questions arise.

1. The photo could just have been her deceased twin sister right?

2. How did the doctor have so much self control that he chose to run away first, get to the comfort of his own home, and then lose consciousness?

Yes, these are possibilities, and if I were writing fiction, I would have made the story tighter, but I just told it as it is, without the dramatics.

1. When you are in that situation, you don't consider the possibilities, specially when you don't see the lady around while she was with you a few minutes ago. It was later confirmed that the photo was of the lady herself though.

2. The doctor lived nearby. You can run in a state of panic, and then when you get your act together, you fall, realizing what has just happened to you. Loose, but that's the way it was.

 

[Nostalgic]

Like the duroods that you hear on Fridays all across Pakistan. Same tunes but couldn't make out the words.

Well, if its any relief, at least they are Muslim Jinn.

I was listening to a lecture about Jinn where the scholar said that they are likely to pray behind you. Ever had the eerie feeling someone is behind you when you pray alone at home? At times I've resorted to praying right in front of a wall.

 

[Nostalgic]

There was a doctor in my village who was stopped on a rainy night, while going home, by a woman requesting him to treat her son who had high fever. The doctor asked her to take her son to his clinic (it was open) but the lady insisted he visit her house as it would be difficult to take the boy along.

He agreed and went to her house and treated the child who was unconscious (may be due to high fever), he gave some medicine to the boy (injection etc.) and was about to leave the house, when he saw the lady's photo on the wall and there was a 'haar' on her photo..

The doctor ran back to his house and lay unconscious for at least 10-15 hrs.

It's a true story, at least that's what the doctor narrated.

There's the belief that dead relatives are "allowed" a return in times of deep trouble, and the living only realize what has transpired after the trouble has passed.

 

[Yatoo]

Not a story about jinn bhoot.
A family friend narrated this. He does a lot of paddy cultivation and employees Biharis and Bakarwaal ( A nomadic tribe which rear cattle ).
A Bakarwaal guy he once employed was missing a thumb (partially). He asked him why the thumb was missing. This is what the Bakarwaal Guy narrated.

When he was an infant, his family was travelling through the some remote hills of Gulmarg with their cattle. Suddenly it started to snow. His mother left him near a big rock so that snow doesn't fall on him. And all the family members got busy with bringing the cattle together. The snow was so heavy that his mother couldn't locate him or the rock . So his clan left for the safety of plain leaving him behind.
Some months later they returned via the same route to find the infant alive with thumb in mouth which had nearly "melted".
This is the story behind his partial thumb.

 

[uberkoen]

Not a story about jinn bhoot.
A family friend narrated this. He does a lot of paddy cultivation and employees Biharis and Bakarwaal ( A nomadic tribe which rear cattle ).
A Bakarwaal guy he once employed was missing a thumb (partially). He asked him why the thumb was missing. This is what the Bakarwaal Guy narrated.

When he was an infant, his family was travelling through the some remote hills of Gulmarg with their cattle. Suddenly it started to snow. His mother left him near a big rock so that snow doesn't fall on him. And all the family members got busy with bringing the cattle together. The snow was so heavy that his mother couldn't locate him or the rock . So his clan left for the safety of plain leaving him behind.
Some months later they returned via the same route to find the infant alive with thumb in mouth which had nearly "melted".
This is the story behind his partial thumb.

What is this story doing in this thread?

 

[Yatoo]

What is this story doing in this thread?

Paranormal

 

[Syed2015]

Dont know, if this story suits this thread, but ill just get started.

One night ive slept in my parents bed - i was like 5 years old -, but couldnt sleep, due to some malaise. Over my parents bed hung some paintings, which had glass frames on it. I dont know why, but i had this feeling, that one of these glass frames could fell onto my face - as one of these paintings directly hung above my head. Beset with this scenario, i couldnt sleep for hours and therefore put the pillow onto my head. And eventually, shortly before falling asleep, it happened; the glass frame fell onto the pillow, with me reacting shocked and getting away unharmed.

The interesting thing about this was, that this painting actually was a callygraphy, which had the arabic writing of "Allah" on it.

Whats your take on this story? Coincidence or fortune?

 

[Stewie]

I was in my late twenties and visiting my family in Lahore one year. It was a cold December night. I had a run in with a presence in Model Town. It was a strange outer body experience. I was drawn to the presence knowing fully well it would spell trouble for me. That one experience left me shaken up. It felt it was one of those things that never leaves you once it chooses you as its victim. And that has held true for a number of years now. I am stuck with this creature and it simply wont leave me alone. No peer fakeer, exorcist has been able to provide any comfort or solace. It usually manifests itself when I am most vulnerable and I can feel the weight bearing down on my shoulders at the most ungodliest of hours.





And yet she lovingly refers to herself as Mrs. Stewie and I am told this possession is just a normal part of marriage all men have to live with. I dont think any paranormal experience can top that of marriage.

Good luck to the bachelors! You will all need it......

 

[Nostalgic]

Dont know, if this story suits this thread, but ill just get started.

One night ive slept in my parents bed - i was like 5 years old -, but couldnt sleep, due to some malaise. Over my parents bed hung some paintings, which had glass frames on it. I dont know why, but i had this feeling, that one of these glass frames could fell onto my face - as one of these paintings directly hung above my head. Beset with this scenario, i couldnt sleep for hours and therefore put the pillow onto my head. And eventually, shortly before falling asleep, it happened; the glass frame fell onto the pillow, with me reacting shocked and getting away unharmed.

The interesting thing about this was, that this painting actually was a callygraphy, which had the arabic writing of "Allah" on it.

Whats your take on this story? Coincidence or fortune?

Premonitions. Always trust them.

 

[Saqs]

Dont know, if this story suits this thread, but ill just get started.

One night ive slept in my parents bed - i was like 5 years old -, but couldnt sleep, due to some malaise. Over my parents bed hung some paintings, which had glass frames on it. I dont know why, but i had this feeling, that one of these glass frames could fell onto my face - as one of these paintings directly hung above my head. Beset with this scenario, i couldnt sleep for hours and therefore put the pillow onto my head. And eventually, shortly before falling asleep, it happened; the glass frame fell onto the pillow, with me reacting shocked and getting away unharmed.

The interesting thing about this was, that this painting actually was a callygraphy, which had the arabic writing of "Allah" on it.

Whats your take on this story? Coincidence or fortune?

Neither. That's telekinesis. You are an X-man.

 

[dashing_man]

 

[gani999]

Dont know, if this story suits this thread, but ill just get started.

One night ive slept in my parents bed - i was like 5 years old -, but couldnt sleep, due to some malaise. Over my parents bed hung some paintings, which had glass frames on it. I dont know why, but i had this feeling, that one of these glass frames could fell onto my face - as one of these paintings directly hung above my head. Beset with this scenario, i couldnt sleep for hours and therefore put the pillow onto my head. And eventually, shortly before falling asleep, it happened; the glass frame fell onto the pillow, with me reacting shocked and getting away unharmed.

The interesting thing about this was, that this painting actually was a callygraphy, which had the arabic writing of "Allah" on it.

Whats your take on this story? Coincidence or fortune?

You probably committed some sin that day and Almighty Allah decided to slap you on the face as punishment???

 

[Syed2015]

You probably committed some sin that day and Almighty Allah decided to slap you on the face as punishment???

Yeah, maybe ive accidentaly switched on some **** channel during night (which are very common here in Germany after 12 pm). But, due to my superpowers, i managed to leapfrog my punishment

 

[Syed2015]

Yeah, maybe ive accidentaly switched on some **** channel during night (which are very common here in Germany after 12 pm). But, due to my superpowers, i managed to leapfrog my punishment

*12 midnight

 

[WC-Passion]

Well, if its any relief, at least they are Muslim Jinn.

I was listening to a lecture about Jinn where the scholar said that they are likely to pray behind you. Ever had the eerie feeling someone is behind you when you pray alone at home? At times I've resorted to praying right in front of a wall.

I've had that feeling before. I went upstairs to pray and it was very dark. I was put off by the fact that it felt like someone was praying with me but I was on my own.

Wish I had some more stories but nothing interesting as of late.

 

[Nostalgic]

I've had that feeling before. I went upstairs to pray and it was very dark. I was put off by the fact that it felt like someone was praying with me but I was on my own.

Wish I had some more stories but nothing interesting as of late.

I read about someone who, whenever he prays, he can feel someone's hands on this shoulders.

It could be a really old Jinn, who should really invest in a chair or something, instead of clutching the Imam's shoulders for support.

 

[WC-Passion]

I read about someone who, whenever he prays, he can feel someone's hands on this shoulders.

It could be a really old Jinn, who should really invest in a chair or something, instead of clutching the Imam's shoulders for support.

Yeah, don't think a Jinn can causally go to the shop and get one though.

I guess that's why the Jinn resorts to that.

 

[Jin Chacha]

On the topic of Jinns visiting shops there are quite a few stories of them visiting sweet shops at night. It is said that Jinns are really fond of sweetmeats and if you find a person dressed in white with a 'noorani' face visiting a sweet shop late at night he is most probably a Jinn (given how fond they are of Gulab Jaman's I would guess they must also visit pharmacies to get insulin shots so buying a chair shouldn't really be problem)

 

[Nostalgic]

On the topic of Jinns visiting shops there are quite a few stories of them visiting sweet shops at night. It is said that Jinns are really fond of sweetmeats and if you find a person dressed in white with a 'noorani' face visiting a sweet shop late at night he is most probably a Jinn (given how fond they are of Gulab Jaman's I would guess they must also visit pharmacies to get insulin shots so buying a chair shouldn't really be problem)

Yes, we've covered their fondness for the sweet stuff earlier in this thread. I recall prescribing a box of mithai in the fridge and seeing if the contents disappear as a sign of a haunting. This works, as long as you're not polishing them off yourself.

Diabetes is probably not a problem for them, because their metabolism may be different.