👻 The Jinn Encounter – Baydhabo’s Dark Night
Baydhabo, Somalia. A city with history, whispers, and shadows. I had always heard rumors about an abandoned house on the edge of town. The elders spoke of strange lights, voices in the night, and people who entered but never returned the same. I thought it was superstition—until the night I decided to stay there myself.
The house stood tall, broken, and silent. Its walls were cracked, its windows shattered, and the air around it felt heavy, as if the place itself was breathing. That evening, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the moon struggled to shine through. I stepped inside, carrying only a lantern.
At first, it was quiet. Dust covered the furniture, and cobwebs hung like curtains. But as midnight approached, the silence broke. I heard footsteps above me—slow, deliberate, heavy. My heart raced. I called out, but no one answered. Then came the laughter. A faint, chilling laugh that echoed through the walls, not human, not earthly.
I climbed the staircase, each step creaking under my weight. At the top, the largest door opened on its own. Inside, shadows danced across the walls though there was no light. And then I saw it: a figure, tall and dark, with glowing red eyes. Its presence froze me in place.
The jinn spoke:
"You should not be here…"
The voice was deep, vibrating through the air, shaking the very floor beneath me. I tried to run, but the staircase collapsed behind me, trapping me inside. My lantern flickered and died, leaving me in complete darkness.
The figure moved closer. Its face shifted—sometimes human, sometimes beast, sometimes something beyond imagination. I felt the air grow colder, my breath turning into mist. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body was paralyzed, my mind drowning in fear.
Hours passed like eternity. I don’t remember how I survived, but when dawn broke, the neighbors found me sitting in the corner of the room, my eyes bloodshot, my voice gone. I could not explain what happened, only that I had seen something no human should ever see.
Since that night, I warn everyone: the abandoned house in Baydhabo is cursed. It is not empty—it is alive, and it waits for the next soul foolish enough to enter.