This is my first time posting on this website. I'll start by giving an introduction. I'm 17 years old and will be turning 18 in September. Throughout my life, I've been moving from country to country. After being born in Beirut, my family and I moved to Dubai in 1999, then to Doha in 2002, Manama in 2006 and then to Istanbul in December 2010. Turkey is where I'm currently living and it is also the place where I've faced some of the scariest moments of my life.
When we first moved to Istanbul, I was really happy. It was perfect, it was more like heaven rather than a city for me. It was green everywhere and it rained a lot (I absolutely love rain, or well, precipitation in general). The house my father bought was located out of the city. It was really just... Gorgeous. Two storeys, a huge garden, a fountain near the entrance and a beautiful terrace. My mother had decorated the terrace with lots of flower pots. The weather would mostly be pleasant but it would rain quite a lot as well.
The day we moved in, I was just so excited that I couldn't keep myself together, I just wanted to start prancing around like a mad person because of how happy I was. My bedroom was on the first floor, my bed was located right next to the wall near the bathroom and had two bed tables, one to its left and the other to its right. There was a studying desk, a nice closet that you could walk into and the bathroom was very pretty and spacious.
At first, everything was completely okay, nothing weird or spooky. But then there were these little things that annoyed me. When I would lay down to sleep, I'd feel something poke me in the back of my neck but when I'd turn behind, there was nothing. Shampoo and soaps started to disappear from the bathroom, my towel would disappear from where I'd put it while I'd take a shower and I'd find my clothes lying on the terrace floor or on the ground near the back garden. It was extremely weird but I tried to remain calm and thought that it was probably just my sister annoying me, since she LOVED to do so.
But then it got worse. I would wake up to my books missing, my test papers missing, pages torn from my note books and then I lost my diary! It had so many personal things about me written in it and it RANDOMLY disappeared! My room window would open by itself and the AC would stop working automatically. By now, I was getting really scared, it felt like someone was perpetually doing this so that I would stop living in that room! I then thought that if I were to exchange rooms with my sister, it'd stop happening. It was hard to do so, but eventually, I convinced her to change rooms with me. However, it didn't stop.
I knew something was wrong by now and that is wasn't just my sister being a mischievous brat. I once woke up while sleeping to an awful burning sensation that I felt on my left leg, when I checked, there was nothing. It just didn't make any sense. Nothing did. What convinced me to talk to my mother about this was that once when I returned home from school, I found my diary lying on the shelf where my sister had previously put all her perfumes and makeup items. When I read it, I almost shat myself! Someone else had been using it and had written terribly vulgar things about me.
I talked to my parents about it and they said that they themselves had had A LOT of their things go missing, my mum's wedding necklace went missing, money from my dad's locker went missing and when my mum would sleep, she could feel a really coarse hand touch her. My mother talked to my sister and she too said that she'd been losing a lot of her things and that she would wake up to weird noises or her alarm clock randomly ringing at 2:00 am or even 5:00 am in the morning.
We eventually had a maulvi come over to the house who went around, checking the whole house and told us that there was a strong presence of 3 Jinns that had lived here and that they think this house belongs to them and not us. He said that they love to scare us and can be very harmful for us. He later blessed the whole house and gave us holy water and told us that it was important to have it in the house at all times to prevent all bad spirits and that we should occasionally clean the house with fresh sea water to keep all negativity away.
After that, we never really had to go through anything similar to our previous experiences. I'm grateful that everything went well after that because if we hadn't taken any action against them, God knows what would've happened. I'm just grateful we got rid of them. Thank you for reading.