Black magic/jinn thread.
This story is actually 2 separate accounts told by 2 different people, strangers to each other. The similarities were crazy and told on a long call so here's my best attempt to write from memory.

"I studied at a university in Malaysia. I was away- 1/n
from my family, thousands of miles away. This started very early on when I moved there.

Our campus was away from the city. As intl students we would be stretched thin for money to get to the main city. So most of my time was spent in my hostel room.
One night, around 7 or 8- 2/n
me and 2 friends were coming in a borrowed car, when the car suddenly stopped. (he named the highway, ive forgotten it) we got out to see what was wrong.

As soon as we got out, the car started on its own. We thought it must be some mechanical issue- we didnt know shit 3/n
so we sat back in.

the car stopped again. my friend kept turning the ignition but it wouldn't budge. we decided to get out and push- like I said, we didn't know anything- and the car felt like it was a cement block.

the friend driving got out to help & as soon as he stepped- 4/
out, the car started again, with the hazard flashing and the lights on full beam. we started freaking out. none of us wanted to sit in it now.

we waited until a few cars passed, flagged one down & asked the people to help us. somehow we got to campus & just went to our rooms 5/
that night I couldn't sleep. I kept feeling like someone was in the room with me. moving with me, looking at me. I kept looking up suddenly to catch someone but there wasn't anyone.

in the morning I asked the others but they didn't experience anything. so I shrugged it off. 6/
come night I start feeling uneasy again. I play music in my room to wear it off but it doesn't go. I shower, pray, and try to sleep but it doesn't go.

my bed was up against a wall & I slept facing the wall. the whole night I could feel someone standing behind me, looking 7/
at me, willing me to turn.
this keeps going on for a few days to the point I play a TV show in the background & would wake up after 5 to 6 episodes passed. I didn't play the quran because I didn't want to wake up with a dream that would be disrespectful. the presence didn't go 8/
then something happened.

1 night I'm struggling to sleep when I feel something/someone pulling my sheet away.
I scramble to hold it but my body is paralysed. I can only blink my eyes.
I lie there as the whole sheet is pulled off of me, trying to recite something but unable to 9/
then the whispering started. like multiple people whispering in slow angry whispers. I couldn't make out anything. I wet the bed, and then lay there paralysed for idk how long.

my phones azaan alarm went off & I could finally move.

this became regular then 10/
I would have epsidoes of paralysis & hear these whispers. my grades declined & I was exhausted.

one evening I just picked up my stuff & went to sleep in my friends room, who was almost always high. he looked up at me as I came in alone & went "who are the other guys?" 11/
there was no one.
I called him a bloody stoner, rolled up &, went to sleep.

next morning I wake up for class & he's getting ready too, and he bring it up again. "your new friends are weird. they just sat there all night beside you, looking at you? didn't even respond to me" 12/
I just look at him and it doesn't look like he's joking. I quietly take my classes and call my dad afterwards. he tells me to take one of those small ayat ul kursis and stick it outside my door, so I do that.

that's when the shit hits the fan. 13/
I don't want to change my room because it's a long process, I'm angry now because this is my space being invaded, I have the ayat ul kursi and ive lost my patience.

that night I sleep soundly until there's a loud knock on my door 14/
I'm still not sure if everything that happened after was real or was I in a trance? I got up and opened the door and there's a man standing there.

in not sure if hes old? he's very tall with his entire body covered in tattoos. he doesnt have eyes. Im not sure what they were 15/
he just points at the paper stuck above my door, and makes this guttural sound that rocks my literal bones.
he keeps pointing at it, with the weird scream coming from him. idk if anyone else heard it, it was a dream, what was it. I don't know. I just know I removed the paper- 17/
and he came in.

I remember waking up the next morning in my bed, angry at myself.

I started finding these small things in my room. dead birds. old bones of small animals. broken combs. sometimes burnt paper.
I would just throw it out because now it was a fight with them 18/
then one night I decided to stop sleeping facing the bed. this is my room, my space, and I'm not letting them bullly me anymore. I loudly say JO KARNA HAI KARLO MEIN NAI JAUNGA, pray and go to sleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night with all my room lights on &- 19/
and I see the thing I will never ever forget.

it's the same man, offering namaz in my room.... in the wrong direction.
he's doing all the same motions, I can hear the sounds, but he's facing the wrong way.

Idk how long I lay there, barely able to breathe & unable to scream 20/
until the man, sitting there, turned around & stretched his arms towards me.

they weren't arms..they were these long black snake like things looking like they could strangle me in a few seconds.

in my heart, all this time I was reciting something. I could feel my tears 21/
on my pillow and I lost all memory after that.

I woke up in the morning with scratch marks all over my body, like a bunch of cats had been let lose on me. my bed sheet smelt like old blood.

that was it for me. I couldn't go on like this anymore. so I contacted my cousin 22/
who put me through to someone i could talk to.

that night I decided to go sleep in a masjid. its common in Malaysia for guys to wear a(I think he said dhoti im not sure) over shorts, if youre praying. I prayed, used mine as a sheet & went to sleep in the masjids courtyard 23/
it's hard to believe the next part, but I'll leave it up to you.

I woke up in the same exact place our car went bust that first night.

I woke up to these strangers shaking me awake, asking me if I was okay, someone suggesting calling the police. some turned out to be my 24/
seniors, and I got a ride back to the hostel with them.

after that I started sleeping with different friends until the scholar was put through to me.
he came & spent a few hours in my room, and after asking around a bit we learnt that the student before me who lived there- 25/
used to practice black magic in the room.

he even used to write with his blood on the walls & the administration just painted a new coat on top of it.

idk what happened to the room or who got it, I was shifted to another one quietly on the condition I wouldnt speak about it 26/
and that's it.

no more sleep paralysis or whispers or visits or scratches or waking up in new places or smell of blood from me.

I still have dreams about it and don't look in mirrors for too long.

fin.
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