The Haunting of the Mango Tree:The Three Sky Sisters

My name is Asha Akter. I live in the Bode Bazaar in Gazipur. This incident occurred about four years ago by my own aunt (my mother's sister). It's an experience that still spreads the fears of our family - not just once, but several times. I would like you to read this patiently, as there are some truths we may not see, but you can hurt us in silence.

It was one of these late afternoons. The sunlight was pale. My aunt went home after completing her job. Suddenly, a breeze blew through the old mango tree leaves in front of our house. The tree was large, which caused its branches to spread higher and higher. There was an eerie silence everywhere. Suddenly, her eyes fell on a tree - three birds sat on one branch, perfectly aligned. Oddly, they all looked exactly the same: light blue and dark, as if someone had completely cloned it. The bird's eyes were strange - deep, sky, mystical.

Waves of discomfort about my aunt. The three birds sat in the same attitude, staring at them as if they were looking at them. They felt like they were intentionally looking at them. My aunt entered the house and opened the window to keep the tree in sight. The bird was still there and sat in the same way. The evening approached, but the birds were not moving at all - when time stopped. My aunt felt that she had an invisible presence at home too.

She couldn't take her eyes off them. A strange cold is spreading in my room. As the darkness slowly took over, three birds suddenly flew away - but the noise was not like birds flapping their wings. It was pretty violent, and I gave up on laughter. My aunt quickly closed the window. But the unknown horror grabbed her heart - as if she had seen something she had never seen before.

The next morning, my aunt became seriously ill. She suddenly developed a fever, her eyes turned red, and she felt her body burn. She continued to speak nonsense - sometimes laughing and crying, sometimes speaking in unknown languages no one understood. Her voice sometimes got unnaturally deeper. The medicine didn't work. Within a few days, her condition had become so bad that our family had no choice but to name a mental healer (Kobiraj).

The healer came and began reciting poems from the Holy Qur'an. He looked up at my aunt and said, You had seven gins. You will kill them." I was shocked to hear such a thing.

Healers carried out a powerful ritual called "Rukiya" to summon one of the jinns. Suddenly, my aunt's voice changed, and a woman's voice spoke through her: This night, we were sitting naked on a cartoon tree. No one could see us, but this shameless woman was always staring at us from dusk. We are three sisters and four male jin. We don't leave it. We kill them. "

asked the healer, "But they were in the form of birds! How does she know that they belong to Jin? "

Jin answered with anger. So why did he stare at him? We stared at her crime, but she must be punished. "

My aunt's face was twisted, her eyes were still red, and her voice was no longer hers. We had never seen anything like that. The healer gave my aunt some protective stimuli (Taweez) and continued the ritual. After a long battle, my aunt slowly recovered and looked good.

However, our relief didn't take much time. A few days later, I noticed my aunt was sitting under a mango tree every night staring at the branches. Sometimes she tried to climb trees like someone who was obsessed with the night. She also began to eat strange things, barely asleep, pulling her hair and crying. One night, we found all the charms that were missing in their rooms. The

healer returned to confirm that her condition had deteriorated. He called out another Jinn. This time it's a man. Jin spoke through my aunt and said, "I'm not going. We have vowed to suffer her slowly."

The healer asked: "Why do you do that?"

Jin laughed at evil and said, "Because she saw us! Now she has to pay."

My uncle (brother Tantes) cried out and pleaded, "Leave my sister. She has family. Don't take your life. "To my surprise, Jin said with an ock laugh: "You can't even manage your own family. Your wife will run away with someone and take her jewels with you. Handle it first!"

We were unsure. How can I know? The healer warned that Jin would sometimes reveal the truth. Two days later, as Jin said, my uncle's wife actually ran away.

After many rituals and negotiations, the Jins agreed to leave under one condition. We had to bury some specific objects under the tree and follow strict religious practices. After my aunt followed all the instructions, I finally slowly returned to her normal self. But the scary feeling never left us.

Even today, no one sees this mango tree in the evening. My aunt now prays regularly, but sometimes when the wind and branches fluctuate, it feels like the three sky sisters are still looking at me from the shadows and whispering.