A Doctor Was Being Haunted By A Strange Blue Creature For The Craziest Reason And It's Terrifying

By Abu's Jinns | 29 Sep, 2019

Abu’s Jinns narrates the tale of a doctor being haunted by a strange blue creature for the weirdest reason and it’ll make your blood go cold.

Beti, I’ve often noticed that when it starts to rain heavenly in Lahore, you close the doors and windows and cuddle up in your bed. I know that the rain is different for us, for it brings out the creatures hiding beneath the soil. 

I recall when you were young and you didn’t hate braids this much – haan haan, I still know you’re my little girl. Khair, you let your ami braid your hair back then. Once it rained cats and dogs, and you came hopping inside, stating that you had seen a giant earthworm man who had pulled on your braid. Your ami scolded you for lying and sent you to bed, but I saw a mixture of mud and slime hanging from the rubber band on your frizzy hair. 

We bought a Dora the Explorer shampoo the day after, and you really thought that the earthworm man was your imagination. Beti, come sit next to me. Let the rain wash away the filth and let those wandering creatures find another home, they’ll be gone by Fajar tomorrow. You need not be afraid. 

I’ll tell you tales of how humans can be worse than these jinns and the paranormal entities you hide from, Ayesha.

Do you remember that one time I scolded Shah Jee for bringing jalebis five hours before Iftar? He had the maid reheat them. But you can tell reheated jalebis from the fresh ones, can’t you? They’re never the same. Kuch issi tarah when a person loses the spark in their eye, I can see the black shadow spiraling over his head. 

Aik saal pehle ki baat hai, I had a dentist’s appointment for my root canal. Uff, aik tou I hate dentists and I hate teeth problems. Banda can’t even eat in peace. Khair, my dentist did not pick up my call, so I went to Jameel’s dentist with him. When he refused to numb my gums before the treatment, I took my leave. These things are important, beta. I can deal with jinns, but I can never deal with feeling a needle make its way into my flesh. 

We decided to go to my dentist without an appointment. I was fine with waiting.

Whilst Jameel and I were in the waiting room, I saw Dr. Khawar apologize to the patients and make his way out of the office. He didn’t spot me in the waiting room, but when his peon told us that he has dismissed all the patients due to a personal reason, Jameel and I went after him. 

Dr. Khawar Iqbal, as you know, has been our family doctor for the longest time. It was one of those monsoon days, the sky was heavy, but it hadn’t started weeping yet, and Dr. Khawar stood at the back door of his office, with swollen eyes and a cigarette in his hand. Upon seeing me, he attempted to smile and went back to lessening eleven minutes of his life. Khair, we watched people make their way to their vehicles and then the three of us went inside. Dr. Khawar excused the peons, and we sat in his empty office, looking at each other.

‘I’m Jameel,’ Jameel suddenly spoke up, ‘I’m Adnan’s friend.’

Aik tou your uncle Jameel, never knows how to start a conversation.

Dr. Khawar nodded.

‘I’m sorry, Adnan,’ he said, ‘I’ll look at you first thing in the morning. I don’t feel well.’

‘I figured that much out,’ I replied, ‘but I was concerned, hence I stayed.’

Dr. Khawar assured us that it was nothing, and I offered to drop him home because he looked exhausted. He refused and without much ado, we went to our car. Wou tou Allah ki karni thi that I had forgotten my spectacle case in the room. I told Jameel to sit inside the car as it had started to drizzle, and I went back inside. 

Beta, as I got down to pick up the leather case that I had dropped near the feet of Dr. Khawar, I saw a small, naked boy. 

His skin was blue, and his eyes were rather huge and gray, as if in place of the eyes, there were pigmented sockets only. He sat between the doctor’s feet. My heart sank, because I hadn’t felt any presence, and because the boy didn’t respond to me seeing him. Usually, jinns can sense the eyes that they’re not hidden from. 

I quietly placed myself on the revolving chair. Dr. Khawar looked up and asked if everything was alright. ‘Haan bus,’ I replied, ‘Baarish hou rahi hai tou Jameel went to make a call. I’ll go outside when he’s here.’

Sliding myself a little downwards in the chair, I saw that the little blue boy had grown a little bigger. Surprised, I blinked twice, and he was still there.

‘Khawar,’ I said, and he looked up from his phone, ‘if you don’t mind, can I ask you what’s wrong?’

‘Haan kuch nahin yaar,’ he replied, with his eyes glued on the phone’s screen. ‘Wohi biwi kay rouz rouz k nakhray aur Ali ka admission nahin ho raha kahein.

Now, beta what I’m about to tell you may scare you, but honestly speaking, main bhi us waqt bohut chounk gaya tha. The little boy got up and started sucking on Khawar’s neck. 

Leech ki tarha lag gaya, and my eyes sprung open in amazement. Khawar kept talking to me about his son’s admissions, and casually scratched the right side of his neck. He then got up to show me a college prospectus, and the little blue boy remained in the air, attached to Khawar like a bug. Mujhe tou kuch samajh hi na aye. I had never witnessed such a thing in my entire life, and neither had I even read about it. Khawar kept on talking, and I continued nodding. Occasionally, he would rub his neck.

‘What’s – what’s wrong with your neck?’

Hain?

‘Mera matlab, you keep rubbing it, maybe you’re tired. I read that it’s a sign of fatigue -’

‘Oh haan, yaar,’ he cut in, ‘Adnan, since a month, I have had no energy to do anything at all. Yakeen mano, I got myself checked and I’m in perfect physical condition. But somehow, my hands don’t work the same. I almost slit a woman’s gums today, the light makes me dizzy and I have started forgetting my patients. It’s like, I’ve run a marathon race.’

The child had gotten off now and was sitting on the wooden floor again. I excused myself from the office by telling Khawar that Jameel had called. Upon going outside, I explained everything to your uncle. I wish he could see things like us, it took me way too much time to describe the little boy, and all your uncle asked was why he was blue. Ab mujhe kya pata why he was blue. 

Your uncle suggested that we search the clinic for anything unusual.

We hadn’t thought of how to search Khawar’s office, but we wanted to find any clue from outside, without wanting to explain anything to him. I went inside and started talking to Khawar again whilst Jameel started taking rounds of the clinic in puddles of mud, and then made his way to the waiting room inside.

‘Khawar,’ I questioned, ‘ghar kab jana hai?’

Yeh sawal tou mujhe apse poochna chahiye, Adnan sahab,’ he replied sarcastically. ‘Muzaak mind mat keejye ga.’

‘Actually,’ he continued, ‘ghar jaoun ga tou Sheena lar lar k sar kha lay gi. It’s like barkat hi na rahi ho ghar main. And phir wohi bak bak. Tou I thought thora time office hi betha rahoun.’

I would glance at the child every now and then, who just sat there – just like that, staring at the wall. Dil hi dil main, main darood parha ja raha tha lekin aik baar bhi usne mujhe mur kar nahin dekha. Itne main hee your Jameel uncle called. 

Jameel had found a weirdly knit doll with buttons as eyes, pricked with tiny safety pins and needles, somewhere behind a standing washroom tile. 

Jameel and I sat in the car and started reciting the Holy Book as we removed the pins from the doll with each verse. After removing a bunch of hair, which we assumed were Khawar’s, attached to the back of the doll, we started burning it, little by little, with Jameel’s lighter. The fire would go out on its own unless we kept praying. 

It was raining outside, and there was no way we could start a fire. Once the amal had been completed, we emptied a shoebox from the back of Jameel’s car and placed the burnt doll inside. I was about to step out of the car when the car started shaking. It felt similar to an earthquake. It was only from behind the dewy car windows that I saw the blue child knocking on the door. Jameel had closed his eyes and had started yelling, ‘Adnan sahab yeh zalzala hi hai na. Adnan sahab kuch karein. Kuch karein!’

I lowered my window and bent my head to see and found the child, looking at me, with an expressionless face and continuously shaking the car.

The shaking stopped after some time, and I saw the boy walk away. Beta, yakeen karein ap, khud uth kar chala gaya. Jameel nay tou bohut daer aankhein band hi rakhein. And, we went home once Khawar locked the clinic and left for his house. 

Beta, huwa kuch youn tha jou tehkeek karne kay baad pata chala that a regular customer of Khawar’s who had gotten her girl braces was not paying her daughter’s dues. Khawar threatened her and refused to treat her daughter after which she had a man spiritually harm Khawar.

These supernatural things caused fights between him and his wife, decreased his business and made him very ill. An illness, which never came up in reports. Dekhlo beta, loug kitne ajeeb hote hain

You don’t need to be scared of what you see when it rains. These creatures are just shifting places, and even though you prefer staying inside, it’s alright, but don’t be afraid, jaan, yeh main samjha raha.

Insaan in cheezoun say zyaada khoufnaak hote hain.

Jameel – 12/5/2009

Dear diary,

I promise you. And I promise my love for cricket and I promise myself that I will never accompany Adnan Sahab on his adventures. Normally, I would go to a dentist and get myself checked, but with Adnan Sahab, there’s always a bhooth story attached. 

Lord, a man can’t even get his teeth checked without having to experience a demon child sucking on humans. Kahan phas gaya houn. Adnan Sahab is my only friend, but please give me the courage to stay away from his jinns and his ability to see jinns. Uper say, his daughter whom I fed as a child with my very own hands now randomly makes jinn friends at school and if that isn’t enough, today our car was shaken by a blue-colored toddler. Aik neelay rang ka bacha!

 

The writer, Ayesha Muzaffar, runs the famous Instagram account, Abu’s Jinns, which narrates gripping tales around supernatural events. You can follow her here.

 

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