Spirits at midnight

I never would’ve expected this to happen to me- or to anyone. But it did. And I wish it hadn’t. When I lived in Minnesota, I would pick up my boyfriend, Jacob, from his job.

I never really liked his job because he would be out extremely late and would end up sleeping all the time. He was a worker at a local grocery store. So, one night I came to pick Jacob up from work, and I sat in my cat for about an hour before Jacob finally called me.

He said he had an extra shift tonight and he will be another hour. I decided to wait because the drive home and back is about a half an hour altogether. So I sat in the coldness of my car for about 20 minutes before I had to pee.

The night time was too much of a mystery to me so I liked to stay indoors.

But it was 45 minutes to midnight and no one was out. So, I got out of the car and started towards the market. But I stopped almost immediately.  In the distance I heard whistling. Thinking it’s just a worker who just ended his shift, I continued towards the doors. As I did so, the whistling grew closer, and louder.

The tune sounded very evil and creepy, but I still walked forward.

As I crossed the street I almost jumped out of my pants because I saw what looked like headlights coming towards me but then it disappeared. By now, I was at the front doors of the market and went inside.

After using the bathroom, I looked around in the market for arts and crafts utensils for potter class.

I checked the time soon after and it was 11:05 PM. So I went to get Jacob and we hurried out the door.

As soon as we got to my car I heard the whistling again. Getting spookier every second. “Do you hear that?” I asked Jacob. “Hear what?” he replied. “Whistling.” I said. Jacob said “no, your probably just tired.” but I knew that the sounds weird real.

I told Jacob to wait a few minutes so I could get a quick drink of water. When I went inside I felt a cold breeze come to me. Like someone was blowing on me. I looked at the time once again just in time to see the clock strike midnight. Suddenly, ear piercing whistling came from all directions and the glass on my watch broke.

I covered my ears as objects flew all around the room. Jacob came hurrying in and as soon as he did- everything went back to normal.

The objects were back in their spots and it was silent. Jacob asked what was going on and I told him everything. Then I looked at my watch, not broken at all. But the time- the time was 4:00 AM and Jacob said he didn’t go to work that day and that we came over to go grocery shopping.

That spooked me out.

Now I live in California and every night at exactly 12:00 I hear the whistling coming from right next to me and all of a sudden the time changes to 4:00. All I can say is beware spirits at midnight.

A Breath in the Darkness

First off my name is john and I worked for a company that was located on the state docks that would assign jockey trucks to the local longshoremen. If you are not familiar with jockey trucks, they are the funny looking trucks that are tasked to unload and load container ships when they are docked at a port. The longshoremen drive these trucks to the various “stacks” or areas of containers to be stored until such a time that another container ship arrives to pick them up or an over the road truck will pick them up and take them to their final destination. I started working for this employer that also built these jockey trucks and also serviced them, by checking tires, fluids and any minor repairs and fueling and parking them.

For the first month of my employment here, i worked on first shift. Working first shift i was to work 10 days straight with 4 days in a row off. I thought i had a pretty sweet deal i thought because 2 days off just isn’t enough when you have a such an exhausting job like i did. Anyway, after i had been there for about a month or so, the first shift supervisor asked me if i would like to move to 3rd shift which was 11:30 p.m. To 8 am. I said that i wasn’t particularly thrilled about it actually. He then told me that the third shift guys were quitting next week and that he needed someone to cover the shift. I kind of groaned and asked if there was a pay raise involved and he said yes and that there would also be overtime that he would sign off on. I said to him that i would do it and would start when he needed me to.

So, i started the night shift the very next week and the guys that were leaving kinda showed me the ropes as to what was expected on the night shift. I trained with them until saturday morning that week and come sunday night i was all by myself. I was the entire 3rd shift! We had a soda and vending machine on site but the port had a vending machine with better snacks and a pepsi machine. So i would often drive our service truck down to their breakroom whenever i needed something for snack.

The breakroom was located at the end of a long warehouse building with several truck loading/unloading bays. This building was only used during the day as that particular area did not have a 2nd or 3rd shift, so there would be no lights on in that building or the one next to it which was the same size but was more or less t-boned into the building with the break room i would frequent. By the time i would arrive for work, the lights in these two buildings had been off for hours and nobody should have been there during my shift.

One of my duties on 3rd shift was to record the hours of each jockey truck on the port. This is really the easiest part of the the job. Hours were recorded once a week along with their location. Sometimes, it would be easy as copying the hours down from their last service. I would normally do this between the hours of 3-5 am depending on how much work i had to do prior to recording the hours. I would park all of the trucks and trailers and check the fluids one by one until i was done and then i would take my lunch break. I’m still working by myself mind you and have to respond to any break down or any type of mechanical problems. That meant that i would have to leave the yard which altogether, was about the sizeof two and a half to three football fields wide. At this time the operations office where i worked was in the company break room. Anytime there was an issue with a truck and or trailer, i immediately had to stop what i was doing, hook up a spare truck to the wrecker and go to where the issue was.

That meant i had to leave the yard unattended. I did not like doing this because at that time there was no locked gate so almost anyone could come in off the street and do whatever they wanted while i was gone or they could be waiting for me when i got back with only god knows what intentions. At this point i had been working on 3rd shift for about two months and besides how eerily quiet it was after i was finished servicing the trucks and checking tires, i actually liked the quiet peacefulness that would begin to set in at around 3:30 a.m. It was late october and it had finally started to bring cooler weather, which meant that we would experience very thick fog between about 3 am until the sun would burn it off around 9 am.

It was just about time for my break at around 4 am so i jumped in the service truck and drove to the warehouse that had my favorite snacks and pepsi. The warehouse was parallel to my yard so i drove to the far end of the warehouse and drove up the ramp and pulled my service truck next to the break room. Like i have stated before, there were no lights on in this warehouse. No light except the light that the vending machine gives off that is. I turn off the truck and walk into the break room. Dead silence. More like deafening silence. Something didn’t feel quite right. I don’t scare easily and I’m a big guy at 6’1″ 280 lbs. I am more than capable of defending myself and have caused an unlucky few, serious harm.

I stick my head out of the break room and call out, “is anyone there?” i wait about 10 seconds and repeat the question louder this time and listen for a response. Nothing. Dead quiet. So i turn my attention back to getting myself a snack. I sit down at the picnic table in the break room there for a moment and suddenly, i’m not sure what happened to cause it but, all the hair on the back of my neck stood up all at once. I grabbed my snack and my pepsi and stood up and looked out the window of the break room into the warehouse to see if i could see anything or anyone that wasn’t supposed to be there. I stared intently into the darkness that, to me, seemed to swirl and morph into shapes that really had no shape if that makes sense. That window being plexiglass and heavily scratched as well, i figured that my eyes were kind of pixelating i guess would be the correct word for it.

I opened the door and all or the swirling and morphing shapeless shapes stopped. I was still just a bit on edge because if there is something there, how can i defend myself if i don’t see it? After all it is late october and halloween is right around the corner. I call out again, “is anyone there?” i wait to hear an answer…..nothing again. I dismiss it as nothing once again and turn to get in my service truck. Then i hear someone or something take a deep breath. I stand frozen for a few seconds to see if i hear it again………nope. However, i do hear someone…..or something dragging something metallic on the concrete floor of the warehouse!! I said to myself ” fuck this shit!!” i cranked up my service truck and called port police. They were there within 2 minutes. After an hour long exhaustive search they found an old scythe about 15 feet from where i told them i parked my service truck. This happened to me in my early 20’s and it still creeps me out to this day. I worked 3rd shift for 3 more years at the same place. This was not my only creepy experience working there. I have a few more holy shit what the fuck moments.

My expirence with the djinn

Djinns are part of the Islamic religion, they are sentient beings that exist on a different plain but can interact and effect ours. They are the explanation for any paranormal or strange scary encounters in Islam, They are also known to mess around with people just for fun. example: footsteps when your home alone, its probably a Djinn. Today I’m going to go to in depth about my experience with the Djinn.

The are 5 types of Djinns that i will briefly go over, but before i go over them i need to tell you that all djinn have the same abilities but these are the 5 tribes, or nations i guess you could say of djinns.

1st we have the MARID  (pronounced MAA–rid), they are considered to be the strongest of the 5, they are you traditional genie in a bottle type of Arabic folk tales. 2nd we have the

EFFRIT (pronounced eff–FREET), these guy are the smartest of the bunch. They live in complex societies similar to ours. They are known to shape shift and, trick and scam others.

GHOUL (Arabic pronunciation uses a guttural gg sound somewhere between an English G and a French R). This tribe is native to Europe and north America. They are undead like and know to eat human flesh. They are known to be nocturnal and pretty dumb. Ghouls aren’t the most dangerous, but you would want to catch on of them in a dark ally way at 3 am.
SILA,  This is the one in my story. These Djinn’s are the most talented at shape shifted and usually appear in black animals like dogs, sheep, spiders, snakes, and other animals associated with bad omen.

And finally VETALA, these are your traditionally classic vampire like creatures, with psychic powers native to the south indo area of Asia. However, vetala can also change shape at will. They are thought to be natural psychics, able to foretell the future and gain insight into the past, as well as read the thoughts of others.

Here is some common knowledge you should know on Djinns. Djinns usually prefer to be unseen and live in secluded areas, like caves, land fills, lesser populated areas like woods, mountains, dirty or “haunted” neighborhoods, islands, etc. Djinns are capable of possessing others and entering dreams. They can physically change the room temperature either extremely hot or cold. They are capable they are capably to change the mind process of a person.

Disclaimer: i apologize if I’ve hyped up the Djinns because my story isn’t an over the top nearly possessed Hollywood material level story.

when i was visiting family in village in Sudan, it was night and i was trying to sleep and it was fuming out side, and it get up to 120 in the summer. I heard dogs barking far away, i didn’t think much of it, they soon got closer and closer. eventually they got pretty close , like a couple houses down.

Out of the corner of my eye i saw a dog shaped creature. it got a bit closer, and they barking in the distance got closer. It moved silently and every time i look away it inched closer, and the barking got closer. by the time it was 7 feet away i put away i put my glasses on. when i got a good look at it, it looked like a shadow of a dog just stood up, it looked so flat but it had depth to it.

it looked so unnatural and confusing, but as quickly as it came it left, and the barking faded and stopped.



It enjoys scaring me

To start this off I live in Pakistan and our version of ghosts isn’t exactly spirits we believe they are their own species.

You don’t need to know the layout of the house because the events took place in two places. Now to start this story I used to get scared in my house because I would see a 7 foot tall figure stalk me around the house it wore a shalwar qameez a black face with no features it was barefoot and it’s feet were black too pitch black like the face it would appear for 5 sec than dissappear one event I remember is that once the bathroom door shut on it’s own I was in the room on the side of it so I went to investigate and something started scratching the door from the other side now i am a coward so I noped the hell out of there.

After hearing this my mom set up pages with ayat ul kursi written on them everywhere but the front and backyard and the path connecting them. Ayat ul kursi keeps the ghosts at Bay supposedly. After this the figure went away but the juicy part is yet to come.

This story is from the perspective of my brother he is a very logical person this happened after we set up ayat ul kursi everywhere but the yards and the path connecting them . We slept in the front yard to save electricity so he was sleeping something tapped his head he opened his eyes to see me but it was not me it was my height my clothes but like the tall figure his face was pitch black with no features and my brother also noticed my snoring noises so it could not be me.my brother was sleeping with his body facing down so he had raised his head to see it. it tapped his head again and when it noticed my brother was awake it crouched down and stared at him. My brother closed his eyes now shaken up and scared he eventually went to sleep to it’s growing noises.

At breakfast he told everyone his story after a moment of silence my mother said she felt something run around her when sleeping.

Few years passed after this incident the only alarming  thing that happened was something that had two legs but weighed about 200 kg paced above us.

One day me and my cousin were talking in my room when we heard three knocks on our window . The path that connects the yards is outside the window. we paused than it came again the curtains were blocking the window so I went to see who was knocking I thought it was my brother so I said stop it but than 3 bangs came from the window . So when I removed the curtains to see my brother I instead saw 2 red eyes after this me and my cousin flew to the room where my dad was and told him everything he just laughed it off. I also noticed my brother asleep on the couch.

Many more events happened but the story is getting long so I have to cut this short state your opinion on this I would love to hear it.thanks for listening.


the paranormal world in the Middle East

The paranormal world in the Middle East


Before I tell you the story of a man from Yemen who used to be a famous sorcerer I must explain the dynamic of the paranormal believes in the Middle East, especially when it comes to witchcraft, which by the way is forbidden in Islam and is one of the great seven sins. We Muslims believe in the existence of another world that is parallel to us humans, and that is the world of the Jiin. But everyone from the Middle East, whether they are Muslims or Christians do believe in their existence. As you may know, Jiin are not falling angels, like most non-Muslims think, but rather beings that are slightly similar to us. You see, we Muslims believe that angels have no free will, they only serve God and never disobey Him. But Jiin, like humans, can go either way, they can be believers or non-believers, some of them are, Muslims, Christians, Jews or other religion. Jiin are granted supernatural power, shapeshifting, flying from one continent to other, and also can possess humans. Sometimes they show themselves to humans, not in their original form, but rather as animals, humans, or humanoid creatures.

With that in mind, some people, communicate with these creatures, thinking that they can control or even manipulate them into doing whatever they want. You may call them witches, sorcerer, healers or priestess. The name doesn’t really matter, what’s matter is the fact that no one can control Jiin. They may give you false indication that you are in control, but the truth of the matter is, a human can never control a Jiin. That power or miracle was only limited to Prophet Suleiman (Solomon). Here’s the interesting part. We Muslims believe that every prophet had a miracle granted by Allah (God) as a proof that they are the messengers from Allah (God) Jesus resurrected the dead, Moses crossing the red sea, and Solomon, or King Solomon. He was both a king and a prophet, who was given by Allah (God) the ability to understanding animals and control the wind to his favour, and also, he was given the ability to control Jiin and make them work for him, and if any one of them try to disobey him, he could punish them. After him, no human was given that ability because it was only for Solomon.

Back to the people that summons Jiin. They call themselves healers, but they are point blank witches and sorcerers, and I’m not talking about some bullshit psychic that uses cold reading to tell you that your grandmother is disappointed in your life choices and wants you to be a good person. But rather those who are from the Middle East, or uses Arabic, Aramaic or Hebrew words to contact Jiin. These people are often, not always, from Muslim families. Only naive or uneducated people who believe that these are great Imam (priest) granted the blessing from Allah (God). As a Muslim myself, and an educated woman in Islam and the Quran, it is easy for me to see these people for what they are. But with a high number of people who are uneducated in Islam, especially in North Africa, it is easy for a naïve person to fall victim for these people. And the way they pray on these people is by taking the victim’s money and make them do things that are not only not Islamic, but absolutely forbidden in Islam, like unknowingly desecrating the Quran, sacrificing animals and bathing in their blood.

I’m sorry for the long introduction, but it is necessary for you to know how the system is built before I tell you the story. The story is told by the man himself after he found Allah (God) and abandon his former life. This man (I’m going to call him Ali) lost his entire family do to the fact that he didn’t want to be a sorcerer anymore. No Muslim in his or her right mind would choose to do magic or summon a Jiin, unless their faith is low and their hatred or desire for someone or something is bigger and stronger than their faith. But Ali was born in to the world of magic, since his father was a sorcerer. So, you can say, he had no say in the matter. As a child, Ali was tormented by Jiin, so his father offered him to the Jiin and promised them that his son will follow his path, so they left him alone. At the age of 15, when his father died, they showed themselves to him for the first time, and guided him to a deserted place where he found his father’s book of spells. For nearly 25 years he practised the dark art and became famous in his village as an Imam and a healer. You know that we Muslims pray to God five time a day, so for those who practice the dark art, they do not pray to Allah (God), but to the Jiin who works with them. I don’t know if you guys know how a Muslim prayer looks like. Ali was an Imam (like priest to Christians) in his home village, people didn’t suspect him of being a sorcerer, so he led the prayer, he didn’t kneel, until the Jiin presented itself to him, only then he kneeled and did prostration, you know when your forehead touches the ground.

Ali practiced magic for nearly 25 years, he got married and had children and never questioned whether he’s on the right path or not. But one day, while he was showing off his so-called miracles, stabbing himself with a knife without being hurt or scratched a bit, off course the Jiin was protecting him, a young man was walking down the street where the show was being holed. The man was reciting the Quran, as way of memorising. The minute the Jiin heard the Quran, they vanished and left Ali’s body, just when he stabbed himself. But this time the blade went through to his abdominal, and he was rushed to the hospital. Ali tried to dismiss the incident, but as he said, something inside made him question his way of life. According to him, for the first time in his life, he read the Quran without adding any talisman or spells to his reading. As an Arab person, he understood the Quran without any translation, and with the help off his wife, who prayed to Allah that he abandons his way of life, Ali stopped practicing witchcraft. He started to pray, but this time to Allah, and had a massive regret that he wasted his life hurting people and defying Allah.  But they didn’t leave him be. Ali said that they tried everything to have him back, tried to bribe him, then threaten his family. When they saw that he wasn’t going back, they killed his youngest son first. According to him, his youngest son exploded before his eyes, then when he still didn’t come back they killed his other son the same way. He knew they will kill his wife, but she was a woman of faith and urged him to not submit to their threats, and when you have seen horrible things in your life, you tend to have immune to fear.

At this point, Ali have tears in his eyes when he remembers his wife and how strong and fearless she was. You see, people who are from a country that is torn apart by war, accepted death as reality and will never beg for their lives. But that doesn’t mean that these people didn’t fear them. Me personally will go insane if I encounter one of them.

Anyway, when they killed his wife in the same horrible way, he was determined that he was never going back, they left him. My guess will be that they saw a man who found himself at last and will never risk his soul again. Ali continue saying that the death of his family was his fault, if he had abandon his father’s way, none of this would happened.

It is the first time for me hearing about someone that practiced witchcraft nearly his entire life and managed to escape it. I don’t know where he is right now, or if he did put the past behind him, but I really hope that he is determent to stay true to himself.

So, this is the story, whether you believe it or not, it’s true. I know it, he knows it, and most importantly God know it. Summoning Jiin is no fun, only an idiot would do that, because once they come, it’s hard to make them leave. So regardless if you believe in their existence or not, do not try and summon them. For the sake of your sanity