Abu’s Jinns narrates the tale of a house in Pakistan haunted by multiple jinns with whom the owners still live.
Beta, we built this house, my brothers and I, when you were in college. We always wanted to live away from the city, closer to our factory and most importantly, together. Jameel and I have dealt with multiple cases regarding haunted houses, but if there was a particular case worth narrating to you, it would surely be that of the Elahi house.
In 1999, Mr. and Mrs. Elahi moved to Dubai with their son and his wife. I had met them a couple of times, because Mr. Elahi happened to be your dada abu’s close friend. Khair, in 2006, seven years later, I got a disturbing call from Mrs. Elahi stating that since their return to Pakistan, nothing had been normal in the house. I had been there over the years and not once had I ever sensed any bad aura, let alone negative energy. Tou I thought that something else might be the problem.
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Jameel and I went there the next morning after his shift ended. Your ami insisted to come with but I refused. Back then, she was more darpok than your Jameel uncle, so I didn’t want her to accompany me. Jameel and I dropped you and your ami at your nano’s house.
On reaching the Elahi house, almost instantly, I felt a lot of different energy at once.
Now, beta, this was very uncanny, because multiple energies meant that there were multiple entities in the house. I could hear all sorts of voices. I recall that there were so many that Jameel had to give me two tablets to be able to focus. Beta, har tarhan ki awazain.
‘Adnan, kyun aye ho?
Adnan, sun rahe ho mujhe?
Adnan, uper aa jao
Adnan, yeh humara ghar hai.
Uncle, meray abu kahan hain?’
There were little whispers coming from both sides to my ears. I distinctly remember hearing an old woman weep and a baby’s giggle as well. Mr. Elahi insisted that we talk at a restaurant nearby, but I refused, and I told them that they needed to tell me everything before the pills wore off, and that only then I’d be able to put myself to use. Mrs. Elahi wasn’t a religious woman, so I figured that she wouldn’t have a Quran in the house. She had one with the English translation but it was tarjuma only, so whilst I listened to the story that Mr. Elahi had to tell, Mrs. Elahi and Jameel went to the neighbor’s to get the Quran.
‘When we left the house,’ Mr. Elahi explained, ‘nothing like this even existed. My great grandfather lived in this house, my father spent his entire life here and yet nothing eerie ever happened.’
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‘I can second you on that,’ I replied. ‘Darasal, I never felt anything either. It’s a huge house and I’ve been in most rooms and not once did I catch anything, not from my hearing and neither from my sight, so whatever this is, firstly, it’s a lot and secondly, I can only explain once I’ve communicated with it.’
Mr. Elahi nodded. ‘Would you like some chai? We ordered Chinese if that’s alright.’
‘Itne takaluf ki zaroorat nahin thi, Elahi sahab.’
‘Takaluf ki baat nahin. Your father was a highly respectable man, loved by my family, and you’ve always been a great friend too. Itni daer main itna samaj gae hain k acha khana hi Adnan sahab ko khush kar sakta hai.’
‘We left the house in great shape. There were people who wanted it on rent, but we refused since we didn’t know if my wife and I would stay with my son and my grandson or come back. Every month, a helper was assigned to clean the house, but in 2004, I was phoned, and I got to know that he had run away. My wife and I returned to Pakistan in 2005.’
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‘Why didn’t you tell me that you had returned? I thought that you came back a few months back.’
‘Bus pareshan rahe hain. Likun itne nahin they jitne ab hou gae hain. When we came, almost instantly the problems started. The food started disappearing, the servants ran away, my wife had to cook double the food to make ours go untouched, the frames would break, carpets would magically catch fire.’
‘One day, my wife saw a young woman applying her lipsticks standing in front of our bedroom mirror. My wife had the nerve to ask why she was there and what she wanted to which the woman replied – tum tou apne pati k liye tyaar hoti nahin ho, mujhe tou hone dou.’
‘Wow,’ I answered. ‘That’s a lot to digest.’
‘Yes, Adnan sahab. The last mufti who came said that these jinns aren’t letting us live in peace because we aren’t that religious. In fact, he said that our driver woke up with marks all over his body because he didn’t offer namaz!’
‘Muslim jinns do exist, no doubt, and sometimes they do want humans to feel their presence, but they don’t hurt humans. Only something sinister could have given your driver cuts.’ ‘Khair,’ I said, sipping my chai, ‘please carry on.’
Constantly, I could hear an old woman weep and a child being scolded and minute by minute, it was getting hard for me to calm my nerves. It was my first time dealing with so many paranormal entities and I couldn’t even understand the aura that I was feeling. Sometimes it was neutral, other times, I felt the bile rise up my throat, and once, just before the chai came in, I felt a gush of wind smelling like jasmine blow against my face as well.
‘My wife didn’t see that woman again, but one time, when she opened the storeroom to get it cleaned, she saw another oddly shaped woman breastfeeding her baby and the woman got so angry that my wife had opened the door, that by the time my wife returned to her room, everything was upside down.’
‘Even the side table was broken in half. We were told to say salam before opening each door of our very own house! But even that did not help. The episodes increased to an extent that the television would turn on by itself and if we tried changing the channel, we’d end up getting our crockery broken. We stopped bothering them in the sense that we took every step with care and then the episodes lessened.’
‘One time, when I came back home, I saw a young boy asking me if he could polish my shoes lying next to me. Scared and startled, I just nodded. He ran away with my shoes. Almost a week later my wife found those shoes in the basement. Adnan sahab, ninety percent of the time, we couldn’t see them, but they would be there. Itna keh my wife and I never even got privacy in our room. The moment we’d start talking, we’d hear a knock. We would sleep it off. Ap tou in cheezoun ko dekh sakte hain in their real forms. Ap please kuch karein.’
Till Elahi sahab finished telling the story, Jameel had returned. He placed the Quran in my hands and Mrs. Elahi called us inside for dinner. Before I could get up properly, a young lad tapped me from behind. Nobody else saw him but he stood next to me for an instant before disappearing.
I didn’t mention this to the Elahi family. Beti, us din I actually had dinner with a jinn. Around a round table, all of us sat. Mrs. Elahi had placed extra food on the right side of the table and had told us not to touch that, as it was for them.
But, with my very own eyes, I saw an old man, about sixty, walk in, sit next to Jameel and start eating from his plate. Of course, Ayesha, I sat in silence. If I had spoken up, your Jameel uncle would have fainted. After the incident at the dentist, he had been reluctant to be a part of anything. With every spoon I took, my eyes roamed the room as if I was in a game, getting points to look for jinns. The man, when finished, peacefully walked out. He didn’t eat from the food that Mrs. Elahi had kept for him. He ate from Jameel’s plate and beti, mazey ki baat hai that he could see me look at him. Occasionally, he’d pass a smile too. He had crooked teeth and light gray eyes. When he went out of the room, my head felt a little light.
‘I have something to add,’ Mr. Elahi resumed his speech after dinner, ‘Adnan sahab, all this that I’ve told you was acceptable to my wife and I because we had gotten used to it. Don’t mind me saying this, but my wife even realized that she couldn’t throw her used tampon in the bin because when she did, buckets of water would come flying at her. We stopped having guests over and learned to live with them.’
‘However, last week, my son came from Dubai with Zain, my grandson. Our daughter-in-law’s still there. Zain is two, Adnan, and yesterday, Adil and Zain had their flight back to Dubai, but Zain refused to leave. He’s two, yaar, but when he was forcefully taken out of the house, both our cars refused to start, the gate wouldn’t open as if an army of people was standing there and moreover, my children’s passports caught fire.’
At this point, Mrs. Elahi has started shedding tears.
‘I can’t let anything happen to my grandson. They aren’t letting him go. No one bothers him otherwise, but they just don’t let him leave the house!’
After they were done speaking, I told all of them to quietly sit down and not make a sound. I also told Mr. Elahi to call Adil and his son, Zain, in the living room. So, beti, all of us sat in the living room, without making a single sound. Zain started playing with the cushions and I closed my eyes to unblock all the voices. Unblocking all of it at once felt like being hit on the head with a giant bag of grain.
I saw, with my eyes closed, that there were around thirty-four entities present. It was a giant family with all sorts of individuals. They were all Sikh jinns, and their influence was spread everywhere in the house. I decided to communicate with whoever wished to reach out to me. To my surprise, most of them did. They came and sat next to me. Jameel tells me that I had started shivering and the back of the chair had gotten wet with my sweat, but he didn’t let anyone disturb me.
Beti, a whole village consisting of forty jinns had moved in the then-empty-house from a remote part of Gujrat. They had migrated after a flood had washed away their homes. There were pleasant jinns and there were horrible looking ones with long hair, wrinkly skin, bloodshot red eyes, and claw-like hands. There were babies with eyes, and babies without them.
On asking what they wanted with Zain, a woman with a baby in her arms – a child with hollow sockets and leopard-like scaly skin – stepped forward. She told me that her son had died in the flood, and that Zain reminded her of him. I told them that I was a man of religion and it wouldn’t matter if they were Sikh, the Quran’s verses would still burn them. Some of them understood, and some did not. I had to do some recitation, but the elderly of them settled down.
They told me that they’d lock the woman in the room and that no one would harm Zain, but they would not leave the house. For the time, I agreed.
I told Adil to take Zain out of the house. Adil hesitated at first, but Mrs. Elahi said that she’d accompany them. Nothing happened to Zain, but my nose started bleeding because the woman, whom the elderly were sending away, threw her child at me who grabbed me by my nose. I had a fever for a month after that. I told Mr. Elahi that I could no longer stay in the house, and that I wished to leave. I told them that I’d come again the next day. Zain and Adil left for Dubai, and Jameel and I kept visiting the house for a period of seven days.
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I’d communicate with them for brief timings till my body could handle it, and then Jameel would wrap my burning body in a wet blanket and take me home. Mr. Elahi wanted me to have a hefty amount of money but Jameel told them in a strict tone k aj tou yeh baat ki hai, ainda na keejiyega. Beti, the family still lives in that house, but they don’t bug the Elahis at all.
Sometimes, the children cause some problems, but they are minor ones and Mr. Elahi recites the verses I’ve taught him. But I also taught him to not do it around children, because the jinns wouldn’t tolerate it if their children got hurt. Mr. and Mrs. Elahi spend the summers in their house and the remaining part of the year in Dubai. Adil refuses to send Zain to Pakistan, but Elahi sahab usually shares his photos on Facebook. Jameel asks whenever he sits and has food with me to speak up if something is there so he can run away. And with every bite that he has, he prays because he jokes about not being able to trust me.
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