The Three Pots

On the northern edge of Ghughudanga Union in Dinajpur lies an obscure village—Bhopari. Among the villagers, a terrifying tale is whispered about a burnt-down house that still stands there. Nearly fifty years ago, an incident occurred that continues to echo in the air at night—faint cries, and soft murmurs. At the center of this tale are three clay pots—and the three jinns sealed within them.

Rafiqul Haque, a researcher from the Folklore Department of Dhaka University, was conducting fieldwork on rural myths and occult practices. Accompanied by two students, Tanim and Maruf, he heard of a haunted house in Bhopari village where three jinns were allegedly imprisoned.

Upon arrival, they met an old man, Azahar Ali—the only known eyewitness to the cursed incident of 1972. His eyes carried the burden of a tragic history spanning seventy years. He said:

> “No one dares touch those pots. I swear by God—whoever has, never returned. Just speaking their names makes your body tremble. The pots hold three jinns—**Iblis, Hafsa, and Rayaan**—each a symbol of horror in their own right.”

Rafiqul dismissed the warning as exaggeration—typical of folklore. That very night, ignoring villagers’ pleas, the trio set out for the haunted house.

In the kitchen of the burnt house, they found three clay pots. Each was etched with intricate Arabic inscriptions, black magic spells, and the names of the jinns. The lids bore three distinct seals: **an eye, a serpent, and a mouth without a chin.**

Azahar Ali explained,

> “These symbols represent each jinn’s power. The eye symbolizes **Iblis**—who sees the hatred and greed inside human hearts. The serpent represents **Hafsa**—she spreads lust and illusion. The chinless mouth belongs to **Rayaan**—a symbol of voiceless death.”

One by one, they removed the lids of the pots. The air grew dense. The candlelight flickered—and died.

**Iblis**—a fire jinn—once dwelled in an ancient volcanic cave in the Middle East. He had once possessed a king and led to a massacre of 300 people in a single night.

**Hafsa**—a beautiful female jinn—once disguised herself as a disciple of a Turkish Sufi saint, ruining his spiritual life. She is the goddess of delusion, draining love for family from men's hearts.

**Rayaan**—a shadow jinn—once haunted a Persian tomb. He made a child cry every night in dreams. On the 36th night, the child died in sleep.

These three were imprisoned by an Afghan occultist named **Al-Khattab**. After the 1971 war, he came to the village and began a secret ritual. Over seven nights, using his own blood, he created the seals and completed the dark incantation. He had warned,

> “As long as the seals remain unbroken, they will stay trapped. But those who break them will become their next hosts.”

Around 3 a.m., the house began to tremble. Tanim screamed,

> “My eyes! I see fire!”

His face melted—bone exposed.

Maruf saw Hafsa with his bare eyes. He held her hand and walked forward—jumping from the roof. His body was later found near a pond, with a smile on his lips.

Rafiqul was found unconscious under a banyan tree. He regained consciousness a week later—but in Dinajpur Mental Hospital.

Dr. Shawkat Hasan, then the hospital in-charge, reported:

> “Rafiqul would stare at the walls all day, repeating—‘They’re inside me now… seeing through my eyes… speaking with my voice.’ We gave him therapy, but eventually, he became completely mute. Occasionally, he puckered his lips like a pot, softly blowing—as if trying to banish something.”

**Rahim Chacha**:

> “My father said a child used to reach out from the window at night. But no one lived there. In 1991, my uncle passed by that house and lost his mind.”

**Hajera Khala**:

> “When we were kids, we used to hear faint sounds from the pots at night. Mother would hush us, saying—‘Quiet, Hafsa is singing.’”

**Jabbar, son of the graveyard keeper**:

> “My father said three shadows walk inside that burnt house. They call you by name. And once you respond—you never come back.”

The villagers of Bhopari know—this isn’t just a tale. The proof lies in the silence around the house. No one goes near it. Even today, Arabic words appear on its walls—written in blood:

**"اخرج من هنا"** *(Get out of here).*

As night falls, the air thickens. And the story of the three pots returns—in silence.

There are events in our world that defy belief. But whether you believe or not is entirely up to you.

Only those it happens to, truly understand the depths of fear.