User:Ramisaada

This is a true story; I know because it happened to me, and it might as well happen to you. Only, that you first world folk would try in vain to find a rational explanation for it, before you eventually dismiss it for delusions or a hallucination. But here in the middle east, where old ways still hold up wether it's abrahamic; satanic; or plain pagan religion; here, we know better.

The word for haunted in Arabic is "Maskoon", which means literally: inhabited. The thing is, it doesn't mean inhabited by ghosts; but by Jinn. Jinn; daemons; evil spirits; call them whatever you want, that won't change the fact that they exist and that all of the old theologies are aware of them.

I rented an apartment with two other guys who went to my college, our college was just outside of this little town that was mostly formed of small houses and three or four apartment buildings which had only four floors or so. We took an apartment on the last floor, the day we moved in, I discovered an odd hand shaped depression in the wall behind the door of my bedroom, it was bigger than the average human hand and had five fingers and a thumb, the fingers had four knuckles while the thumb had three. It perplexed me so much that I asked our neighbours across the hall about it, who happened to be students at our college. They said that this is a tradition the locals here do when they finish applying the last layer of cement on the walls, they make that as kind of a spell to keep away Jinn. We laughed at how ignorant those town's people were and I forgot all about it, after all I had to concentrate on studying and other day to day chores.

One night I had my first experience with what you call Hag syndrome, I remember I was so horrified that once I got released from it I got out of my room and tried to stay awake in the living room for fear it would happen to me again, I finally gave in and slept there. The next day I told my roommates about it, they laughed at me and explained to me about Hag syndrome and that it was a normal thing. I felt stupid but was fascinated about it. I never heard of it before let alone never having undergone such event, so I had to learn about it more. I got on the internet ar my college's library, they're was that scientific explanation that it was the result of a tired body and an alert brain which happens after a day of physical stress; then, I found the supernatural theories, it's claimed that Abu kaaboos (hag syndrome) is the result of jinn holding you down. I honestly got creeped out a bit that there might be a jinn living in my room. Young people at my age they believe in Jinn but they don't think that every single strange phenomenon has something to do with them.

knowing about hag syndrome helped me through the following nights when it continued happening to me more and more, until one night it happened to me and I started to feel myself floating out of my body; then, I was turned around while floating towards the window where I saw a face with its mouth opened like it was shouting but without a voice, and the force that was holding me threw me towards the face and I started hearing its shouting higher and higher that I woke up sweaty and ran out of my room. I didn't tell anyone about what happened I figured it was only a bad dream, so I forgot all about it and continued with my life.

Another night, I was alone in my apartment, my roommates went home for the weekend and I had to stay to prepare for an exam. I finished studying and was about to go to sleep when I got thirsty so I went to the fridge and as I was looking for water something flew down on me to my left that made me startle, it was a huge moth, I sworn at it shouting something like "fuck you whore", then I had my glass of water and went to sleep.

As I was drifting slowly deep into sleep; suddenly, I was struck with a strong blow to my face, I jumped up and felt that my mouth and my teeth were aching, I was so damn drowsy to react to what just happened that I slipped back into sleep anyway. Then, I was woken up again this time I felt someone holding me and shaking me to get up and something whispered in my left ear saying "whore", I flew out of the apartment and straight to my neighbours door, I started pounding on it reciting religious prayers until they opened the door, I asked them to spend the night at their apartment. We sat in the living room and I told them what had happened, they started telling me about the landlord who told them that the last tenant living in my apartment said he was struck on the face by a Jinn in the middle of the night. They also told me that late at 3 a.m. or so sometimes they could hear someone walking up and down the stairs, but when they would check it out no one would be there. I got furious and asked them why didn't they say something about that before? They told me they didn't think it was harmful also they didn't believe the landlord's story because the last tenant looked like a crack head.

That was it for me; I couldn't stay at that wretched building anymore, so I moved out, and after explaining to my roommates I advised them to do the same, they didn't but later that year they changed their residence. I didn't ask them about it, I already knew why. Till this day I still remember that night wishing I would never ever stumble on a haunted place again.

You may find this story lame, because in the back of your minds it's just a fictional story that is not even that good. Well, it wasn't my intention to make it good; only truthful.