The Jin from Hell

This is a true story my grand parents told me about my great great grand father. Jin are the middle eastern names for demons who lurk in our world, haunting and terrorising the souls who cannot defend themselves from them.

First of all I would like to give you some back ground information about me and my family. I live in Sydney Australia but I originally come from Lebanon in the Middle east, born and raised there. My family has a long history of catholic priests that go back centuries. this story occurs in the south of Lebanon where my family originates. My Great Great grand father was a priest for many years throughout the late 1800’s to the midd 19th century traveling from one village to another to serve at masses and the needs of the local town’s people such as the poor.

he would often stay for many days at a time in each village, so my family being him was a good opportunity to gain quality wisdom and knowledge which was extremely valuable considering the time of history where this occurred. our family always experienced strange supper natural anomalies which were both positive, and at times blood curdalingly frigthning. One year my great, great grand father was traveling a long distance to get from one village too another. It started to get late and his donkey which he was ridding was becoming restless as the blackening darkness began to settle over the land.

In the village and rural areas of Lebanon there was a large presence of wolves and hyenas hiding in the dark, waiting for their next victims. Which is why hardly anyone travels at night unless they were decently armed. looking out into the far distance, he could see the light a near by village which seemed to be alive with laughter and and dancing. as he approached the village he realised that the laughter was permitting from a local wedding party which was taking place and it seemed as though the whole village was attending it.

Though he would soon realise that this was not the case. with fatigue and hunger taking over him he became desperate for a pace to stay before he could wake up the next morning a continue his long journey. suddenly he could see from a near by house, an old wrinkled woman was sinisterly calling him over to the questionable house that evidently was isolated from the village, basically on the darker side of town where the light of the wedding party could not reach it,”come over here father”. desperate for food and somewhere to sleep my grandfather had no choice but to move toward this creepy and old lady who seemed very keen to get him inside and away from the town’s people. inside my grandfather was shocked to see a considerable large table, littered with amazing foods that looked like they only came out of the kitchen a minute ago.

The old lady kept pressuring him too dive into the food which he was dining to eat. however my grandfather knew better as a catholic priest before eating a meal, so he raised his hand in making the blessing with the sign of the cross.”in the name of the father, and of the son and of the——–oh my God”. with a quick burst of wind which came in like a flash, the old lady had vanished into thin air, and the food had all turned into shit, which gave out a smell that was so awful that even hell itself would have turned their stomachs just from passing by it.

My grandfather booked it from their as fast as his old legs could take, him. though he was tired and hungry, the adrenaline that had built up inside him made him run probably faster than he had ever ran in his entire life. the next morning he arrived back home, safe and sound and didn’t hesitate to tell the people of the village what he had experienced, and of course being the priest of the town he was highly respected by the people, who believed that he could have died eating the shit which was supernatural disguised as delicious food by the Jin.

we all know today that it was through the power of his blessing before he ate that drove the Jin away and exposed the true nature of the food in front of him. my grand father died decades before I was alive, but I know without a doubt that this story was realer than any other story I have heard in my life, which is why today I believe in the supernatural and know who is my friend and who is my enemy that lurks in the dark.

Demon at my uncle’s house

A few years ago my aunt was driving me to my uncle’s place. Then she told me this are you excited to see your uncle. I told her yeah but here is the thing i never met my uncle before and this was my very first time seeing him. He lives in the country and he had a whole property for him and his wife.

My uncle’s name is Robert and his wife’s name is Becky and they was very nice and they both gave me a hug and welcomed me in their home.

Me and my uncle hanged out and he showed me every room in the house then i saw my niece in his in the girls room playing with her friends but i did not care. My uncle said that him and his wife have to go to bed because they have to work the next day and he told me i can stay up all night and i said ok.

I went to their basement and their was a PlayStation 3 down stairs so i sat down on the couch and played some games on the PlayStation 3.

I was playing GTA 5 and it was really fun then all of a sudden i heard knocking on the window downstairs and i got freaked out but in my head i was saying that it is my uncle playing a joke on me so i ignored it then i kept playing more GTA 5.

Then two minutes later i heard more knocking on the glass window then when i looked at the glass window all the blinds flew of the window then i ran upstairs really quick and told the girls that can they be downstairs with me and they said ok.

All four of us went downstairs and went to the room where i was at playing GTA 5 on the PlayStation 3.

Then i put on regular tv on we where watching some mickey mouse cartoons then me and the girls heard walking on the upstairs floor then i heard something by the basement stairs.

I told the girls to be quiet and turn off the tv and they did then i went to the to by the stairs then i looked and till this day this still scares the hell out of me i saw a shadow figure standing up it was six to seven feet tall it had horns on it’s head like devil horns and it did not have no eye’s.

Then it gave me the most horrifying smile and i still remember how the smile looked like it was a sinister looking smile then all of a sudden it was running down the stairs very quickly then their was a light switch by my arm i turned on the lights then it disappeared.

I looked at the girls and they were crying with fear and i was frozen for two minutes then i snapped out of it then i ran to the girls i told them this. Do not tell nobody about this and they told me ok and they stayed downstairs with me the whole night. When i woke up it was morning and my aunt was at my uncle’s house then she told me am i ready to go home i said yes.

Then we went in the car and she told me this. Did u like spending the night at your uncles house i said yeah but i told her that lie so she would not know i was glad to go back home and i am sure as hell happy that i am not ever going to my uncles house again.

Ghost of Canton, OH Home

This started when I was in college 9 years ago.

I worked for a man named Bob K. Bob was a retired Volkswagen race car driver in the 70’s and had since became an automotive journalist. He had some health issues that resulted in him not being able to lift anything or move anything around.

I would go work for Bob twice a week inbetween classes and usually get lunch and $20. $20 is life when you’re in college.

This story is when Bob and his wife went to the SEMA car show in Las Vegas. He asked if I would watch his house for him and take care of his dog and bird. His dog, Bridgette, was a King Cavalier Charles Spaniel and literally the sweetest dog ever. In the year I had known her I never heard her so much as bark. She was soft, kind and loved a snack.

I left my dorm room on Friday after classes and went over to the house.

I proceeded to let Bridget out, feed her and the bird, get a snack and watch some TV. After a while I was tired and went to the spare room to get some sleep. Bridget was laying beside my when she let out a low growl.. “Very Unlike Her” I thought. Then I heard a crash downstairs.

I went to check it out and as I opened the door I noticed the light in the basement were on and saw that some boxes I had stacked earlier in the day were knocked over. I also noticed the doors the his crawl space were wide open with all 3 draw string lights still on.

I didn’t think to much about this because I was just down there the day before getting all of the now tipped over boxes out of the crawl space and into the center of the room.

In my mind I had probably just stacked the boxes to high. I hopped into the crawl space, walked back the 40ft to the first draw string light, clicked it and proceeded to do the same with the other two. I exited the crawl space and stacked the boxes a little lower to the ground. As I walked back up the steps I felt a chill go down my spine. I shrugged it off.

As I reached the top of the steps and shut the door I heard a crash downstairs once again.. I open the door and run down the steps to see all of the boxes thrown around the room and the door to the crawl space WIDE OPEN with all of the lights back on.. The lights that could only be turned on by pulling the string.. the lights I had JUST shut off not 5 minutes ago.

I go upstairs without touching a thing and as I get to the top of the steps my eyes start to water..

the hair stands up on the back of my neck and I realize that it feels like I am in the middle of the arctic circle without any clothes on.. I am frozen stiff. Bridget, that loving little dog, rips from my side and starts to chase something I cannot see through the kitchen, through the living room and down a hallway that led to the dining room.

There she stands, barking more ferocious than I ever imagined she could with saliva dripping from her snarled fangs. Barking up in the corner of the dining room.. at nothing.

I wasted absolutely no time.

I grabbed Bridget and ran outside to my car. I took her back to my dorm room that night and never returned to the house until the day Bob got home. I told him of my experience and he shrugged it off. I was paid and the house was still standing, that was honestly all he really cared about.

I tell his wife what had happened.She tends to have a more sympathetic ear to someone who terrified. Her face goes from the traditional pleasant smile to a very pale.. grim.. sad look. She then informs me she has also had experiences lately when she would clean or be active in the spare room I was staying in.

She later tells me… Bob had a brother who died in the bed I was sleeping in while he was visiting only a few months prior.

I do not know if what I experienced was Bob’s dead brother. All I know is that whatever was there.. was evil.

I slept with a ghost

This story takes place back in 2007 in my family’s farm house in Minas Gerais, southern east Brazil. Many weird things happened to members of my family in this house since it was build by gradmas’s father. It’s weird because this farm was build in the middle of nowhere back then and no family ever lived there before ours. I’ve heard many weird stories about this farm but nothig really happened to e into this day.

I was 15 years old when I went to the farm to visit my gradma’s brother who lives there, I was with my cousin that I will call Ellie and her father. We walked aroung the property taking pictures and posing around like any 2000’s teenagers would do. I was facing Ellie with my back turned to the house when she turned pale. I asked what happened and she said she has just seen a little boy wearing a suit standing in the balcony looking at us. The boy was aroung eight years old, had black hair and was very pale, but nothing else happened during this trip.

A few months later we had both forgot about the incident and we got back to the farm to our uncle’s and aunt’s 25 year anniversary celebration. Our intire family would spent the night at the house and them we all would go back home after lunch the next day. Even if the house is big there wasn’t enough space to all of us, so my cousin Ellie and I slept together in a air mattress on the flor in the reception room along with her brother in the couch and her father in another mattress in the same room. This room had a door that opens straight to the balcony where we first saw that little boy months before.

I woke up during the night feeling a cold I never felt before, it wasn’t just natural cold and it was also very odd since it was summer. If you ever feel this cold before you will know what I’m talking about. This could comes from inside. I quickly roled in my blanket but it wasn’t enough. I realized Ellie was also awake and she was shaking. We didn’t think anything of it and we finally fall asleep just to be woken very warm by our seven months old cousin crying in the bedroom next to us. After he stop crying we would fall sleep again and wake up feeling that strong cold. That happened aroung four or five times during the night.

The next day I sleep into lunch time when my mom woke me up to eat. I told her I didn’t sleep well because of how could it was that night. She looked at me worried and said that she couldn’t sleep because of how hot it was that night. She slept with the window opened and the fan turned on and still had trouble sleeping. I asked my cousin and my oncle who sleep in the same room as I did and they said the same. My cousin even said he woke up in the middle of the night and had to remove his t-shirt.

When I was about to come home I told this story my gradma’s bother who lives in the farm and he said one day he woke up feeling a intense and strong cold to find a little pale boy sleeping next to him in his bed.

Won’t be visiting Aunt Jane

This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.

My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.

I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.

Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.

It was amazing.

The sound of nature was absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to play outside. By this point, though, it was dark out, and Aunt Jane told me not to play outside until tomorrow. I was disappointed, but I soon got over it when we walked into her house. It was huge. I was used to our small one story, one bed two bath house and wasn’t expecting Aunt Jane’s 2 story 4 bed 3 bath house. She showed me to the room I’d be staying in and introduced me to my uncle, who we’ll call Dillon.

He was a giant compared to me aunt, standing at 6″0 and weighing 192 lbs. He was friendly and young as well, and we got along great. The room I was staying in had a small twin bed with a pink and yellow striped blanket and stuffed animals for me to play with on one of the shelves. I was so happy. I fell asleep easily that night. When morning came, my aunt suggested that we go shopping. We stayed out all day until dark, so I couldn’t play outside.

This kind of thing went on for the next few weeks, Aunt Jane either finding things for us to do inside or us leaving the house until dark, so I never got a chance to explore the property. One night, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to sneak out to play outside after everyone went to sleep. Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon both slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and the one I was in was staying in was downstairs. I waited until about 2:00 AM, then I snuck out the front door with a flashlight and began walking around the property, though, something about it felt different.

I could hear sounds of nature from the bedroom window, frogs and crickets, and could feel a light breeze whenever it was open, but now that I was outside, everything seemed still. No sounds, no wind, no nothing.

I continued walking, until I felt something grab the back of my leg and pull me to the ground. When I turned around, I saw something that still gives me chills writing about today. It was tall and inhumanly thin. It was completely pale white, and had the eyes of a human and the teeth of a dog. It was at least 7 feet tall and easily towered over me. It had no fur, no hair, no eyebrows, just completely naked. It’s genitals were covered by a brown skirt type of thing, seemingly made of tape and twine. I locked eyes with it, and it let out an almost human scream.

It was the most painful sound I’ve ever heard, and it still gives me nightmares to this day.

Immediately, I turned around and booked it to the house and ran inside. I locked every door and shut every window and ran up to Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon’s room, woke them up and told them everything. They didn’t do much else besides tuck me into bed and tell me everything would be alright, but it didn’t help. For the next few nights, I would hear things scraping at my window, intentional sounding knocks, or that same scream from the woods.

The room I was staying in had no curtains or blinds, so every time I heard something I would look to my window and see nothing.

A week of this goes by, and I hear the scream again. This time, though, it’s right at my window. I look to see that same creature looking directly at me, smiling wider than I thought possible. It began to knock loud and hard on the window, and I grabbed a pillow and blanket and ran to the bathroom.

I locked the door, too scared to even run to my Aunts room.

There were no windows in this particular bathroom, and it was the smallest one in the house. I threw my pillow and blanket into the tub and began to cry, I didn’t get any sleep and came out of the room the minute I heard Aunt Jane’s voice that morning. I told her everything, and she believed me. She told me that’s why she didn’t want me out there, that there are some things in this world you can’t explain, and shouldn’t try to. I just wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn’t. My aunt ended up moving me to a different guest room upstairs, and I felt safer.

This room had drapes, and was also higher off the ground, out of reach of that thing.

The next month went normal, and I actually had a lot of fun. I did so much there, and I forgot all about the thing I saw earlier in my visit.

Then comes the last day of my stay there, it went great, We went to a waterpark about an hour away, got ice cream, and watched movies together. I was so sad that I was going to have to leave soon. I went to bed as normal, only to be woken up my a loud bang outside my window. Hesitantly, I opened the curtains and looked down. There, I saw it. Knocking on the window of the room I previously stayed in, and looking up at me. It pulled its hand up and began to wave. It then mouthed the word “goodbye,” and took off running into the woods.

I haven’t told anyone except my aunt and uncle about this experience, and I don’t plan on doing so. I now understand why Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon sleep upstairs.