Selent Death

And what after you bring the jinn, demons and orcs, will you then be able to dismiss them? Before you answer, listen to my story until the end, and then do what you want. The matter is never easy and not as you think. Death is one, and terror has many faces.

My story began when I was sixteen years old, and at that time I was following the stories that my old grandfather told about the jinn, for he was my grandfather I live in a house in the middle of agricultural fields. My grandfather told me many terrifying stories about jinn and orcs. My grandfather’s house was close to the village cemetery.

o tell me when he comes to visit us in Every month, about those things that move at night in the middle of the fields and come out of the tombs at night, I listened to him with great admiration and great astonishment. The world of the jinn is big and it is a mysterious and frightening world. I was always thinking and asking myself what their world and their lives would be like. Are their forms, as my grandfather says about them, that they take the forms of animals and people at night? My grandfather always told me that they look like humans a lot, but they are cold and will make everything around you cold. I wanted to visit my grandfather’s house Until I see them, but my father always kept me away and refused, and even my mother never allowed me to visit my grandfather.

Until my grandfather died and I was then sixteen years old, and my father traveled and we all traveled to mourn. My grandfather was living alone in the house and did not marry after my grandmother, may God have mercy on her, and my aunt used to serve him every day, making food and living with him sometimes, she and my uncle Who used to live with him almost in the same house, but in another section or another separate part. My grandfather loved solitude, and he did not like my uncle’s children’s shower, and he did not like someone to interrupt his solitude, and when we went to the funeral, we sat in my grandfather’s house and there is a large place for guests outside the house, my father asked us I stay with him in , and my salon other is with my uncle’s wife in my uncle’s house, and no one enters my grandfather’s house.

I was very surprised, but this was the opinion of my uncle and aunt as well. They said that my grandfather did not like anyone to intrude his privacy and his things, and they would preserve them as if he were living among them, and at night, after three o’clock, I heard sounds like scribbles from my grandfather’s house, the salon was outside the house, but I heard and I was not I know sleep, I pulled out and got up to find out who entered the house despite everyone’s warnings.

I entered the house and there was an old radio In the hall of the house there were a lot of sofas It seemed like the room they were sitting in, the kitchen and the bathroom, and there is a wooden staircase for the second floor, and the sounds were coming from the top as if someone was throwing things on the ground.

There were only two rooms, and one of the rooms was bright, the light appeared from the bottom of the door, I approached and I listened, there was a sound like hissing, I opened the door nervously, but I didn’t find anyone inside, and the room had a mattress and a large library. The room seemed to be my grandfather’s bedroom because a large picture of my grandfather was hanging on the wall On the bed, I wondered if my grandfather used to read. I did not know that about my grandfather before. I know that he knows how to read and write well, but I did not know that he was educated and should read in reality. I thought that most of the books were about harnessing the jinn, so I took one of the books in my hands with real eagerness.

And it was a book of magic, all numbers, pictures, symbols and words in a strange handwriting to harness the elves. I took the book eagerly and hid it between my clothes and closed the room and went down to sleep in the salon so that no one would discover the matter, but I hid the book first under a fig tree outside the house so that I knew how to put it in my bag and read what was in it My grandfather’s house was surrounded by a small garden of fruits and I didn’t want anyone from my family to know about it.

Then I was able to take it out before we left and put it in my clothes bag, and I came home after the nights of mourning with my secret and my precious treasure, I read the book every night when everyone in the house fell asleep, so I knew many strange letters and words and I was enjoying very much from the strangeness of words Nothing happened to me but after A week, my little brother got very sick and was always crying and screaming with great hysteria and saying keep him away from me that he is hurting me, and there were burn marks on the little one’s body and scattered blue bruises on parts of his body, and my mother and father were worried about my brother not knowing the reason for what was happening to him, and he always said that the man hurt me.

The doctors said at the time that my brother is the one who self-harms, and they said that he should be put in a mental hospital because his condition is serious and he may have harmed himself. After midnight, there were loud voices and the place was cold as snow, and all the kitchen utensils were broken and thrown to the ground by themselves.

I was happy with what was happening. I will not say that I was afraid. On the contrary, I thought that I was about to prepare the genie, so I did not say anything to anyone and continued reading the book, but the infection of imagination began to pass on to my mother, and she began to rise at night to scream saying that someone was with her in the room, my father could not bear All of that, so he decided to leave the house and go to a new house, and I was starting to get nervous as my brother and mother became ill.

Unfortunately, my little brother died in one of the exorcism sessions, and the priest was hitting him with a big stick at the time. When my little brother died, I felt the bitterness of what I had done. My mother would have gone crazy for losing my brother, even my father. I was angry but they did nothing, I wish they had punished me and I died instead of my little brother who paid for my mistakes I was relieved of this torment and remorse of conscience.

But all they did, my uncle took me to House my grandfather’s house and his room and told me to put the book from the same place I took it from, and at that time I did and went back to the house but things were not the same as before, I tired for many years and my conscience for years, my mother gave birth to two children God compensated her.