The Queen of Shadows: When a Human Office Turns into a Playground for Jinn

I had just opened the door to my apartment when a message popped up.
I looked at my phone in surprise—no one ever texts me. Nobody knows me except at work.
But the shock came when I saw who sent it… the manager.
And not just one, but two messages.

I opened the chat quickly, only to find he’d sent me a picture of myself…
Eating something that looked like an insect.
And he wrote:
“I was reviewing the cameras, girl, and I saw you eating that bug… disgusting!”

For a moment, I froze.
How?
How was there even a picture like this?
I typed back quickly, hands trembling:
“Girl? Bug? No way… there must be some mistake! What bug would I eat?!”

His reply came instantly, as if he’d been waiting:
“Yeah, girl. What else should I call you? I’ve never trusted you from the start. You appear out of nowhere and then vanish. Consider yourself fired.”

I stood there, motionless.
Fired? Just like that?!
How?!

I snapped, typing back with trembling fingers:
“Do you even mean that…?”

He replied with an icy calm:
“Yeah… you think I’d be afraid of some filthy animal like you?”

That was it.
Those words weren’t just an insult… they were the key.
The key that broke the barrier I’d been struggling to keep intact ever since I entered your world.

He didn’t understand.
Didn’t realize that my presence here wasn’t an accident.
I wasn’t just some random employee in his pathetic company.
I was Hour, Queen of Dimora, one of the realms of the Jinn.
I had borrowed the body of a human girl to take form here, to escape the curse that hunted me in my own world.

But now? He was the one who started this.

My phone vibrated again in my hand—another message.
“I still have the video. I’ll show it to everyone. Let’s see what you’ll do then, you freak.”

I smiled faintly… but it wasn’t the smile of a human.
The air in my apartment shifted.
A faint smoke rose from the ground, filling the room.

I whispered as I stared at the screen:
“When you play with the jinn… you pay the price.”

Meanwhile, in his office, the manager typed on his keyboard, laughing cruelly.
But his laughter faded the moment the lights flickered, and his computer screen began to tremble like it was about to burst.

He opened the camera feed like he always did…
But this time, what he saw was impossible.

The camera facing his office showed… his own office.
But there was someone standing behind him.
A figure with long hair and glowing red eyes.

He froze. Whipped around.
Nothing there.

Looked back at the screen—
The figure was still there.
And the image began zooming in on its own, closer and closer to him.

He cursed, trying to shut the computer:
“What the hell is this…?!”

But the mouse didn’t work. The keyboard froze.
And then one sentence appeared on the screen in giant letters:
“You played with the Queen of Jinn.”

Sweat dripped down his face. His heart pounded.
He grabbed his phone to text someone—anyone.
But WhatsApp was already open by itself.
A new message waiting:
“You think I’m your employee? No… I’m a Queen.
And you… are a sacrifice.”

The phone slipped from his hands.
He started hearing strange whispers all around the office.
Footsteps… laughter… circling his chair.

The lights dimmed even more, the room sinking into shadow.
He looked at the small mirror on the wall—
But instead of his reflection, he saw me.

Not my human face.
Half human, half twisted with jinn features.

He screamed at the top of his lungs:
“Stay away from me!!!”

But the reflection didn’t move.
Instead, I smiled wide, baring sharp, unnatural teeth.

The mirror cracked—each fracture echoed with a scream.

He collapsed, crawling on the floor to escape.
But the office door slammed shut, locked from the inside.

And my voice filled the air around him—not from the phone, not from the computer, but from the air itself:
“I told you… when you play with the jinn… you pay the price.”

His whole body shook.
Every time he neared the door, it slammed harder, as though unseen hands held it shut.

The phone lit up again by itself.
A deep, inhuman female voice boomed from it:
“Your blood is the price.”

He clutched his chest, heart racing, drenched in sweat.
He stomped the phone, trying to smash it—
But it didn’t break.
Instead, it split open, releasing a thick, black smoke that crawled across the floor.

The smoke wrapped around his legs as he shrieked:
“Leave me alone!! I didn’t do anything!”

A wild, inhuman laughter filled the room.
The chair spun on its own to face the camera feed again.
On screen, my true form appeared.

My eyes weren’t human anymore. They glowed, blazing red, storms of darkness swirling within.
My skin was shifting, half human, half dark scales.

I said to him:
“I’m not your employee… I was never part of your world.
I am Hour, Queen of Dimora, realm of the Jinn.
I borrowed this girl’s body to walk among you…
But you, in your stupidity, awakened the curse I kept buried.”

The manager fell to his knees, trembling hands outstretched:
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it… I swear I didn’t know…”

I smiled coldly.
“Those who touch the secrets of the jinn… there is no forgiveness.”

Darkness swallowed the office.
The windows shattered, wind roaring like a storm.
Files flew through the air—papers swirling like blades, slicing his skin.

He crawled under the desk, but the ground itself cracked open.
Black fissures spread like a web.
From them, long, shadowy hands reached out, grabbing his legs, pulling him down.

He screamed one last time—
Then silence. The floor swallowed him whole.
The room returned to normal.

And me? I was standing before my mirror in my apartment.
My reflection wasn’t human anymore.
I was myself again, Hour the Queen, with a black crown upon my head, my face surrounded by mist.

I whispered:
“The first sacrifice is done…
But the greater ones are yet to come.”

My eyes returned to human form. My appearance normalized.
I picked up my phone calmly, as if nothing happened.
For me, it was finished.

But no one knew…
This was only the beginning.
Because every human who crossed my path…
Would become part of my curse.