Chapter 1
A lavish villa stood draped in a thin layer of snow, surrounded by a breathtaking landscape—snow-covered roads winding through silent hills on a quiet night in Soglio. Yet Adeel felt no charm in the alluring view. He remained at the window, staring into the night, his unease growing with every passing second. His eyes were fixed on the large iron gate at the entrance of his property—the same gate that was always locked at night, but, for reasons unknown, stood open now.
Between the gate and the main wooden door stretched a beautiful garden—its grass and flowerbeds buried under snow, two tall trees standing still, lights faintly illuminating the path. The garden extended to the back of the villa, where a swimming pool lay silent under the cold night.
The moment he noticed a car entering, Adeel rushed outside to receive his guest. A man in his late fifties, Hamid, drove up the driveway and parked in the designated spot. Locking his car, he made his way toward the entrance. Relief washed over Adeel at the sight of him, and without exchanging a single word, both hurried inside.
After stepping in, Hamid paused, his gaze carefully scanning the surroundings. The grand hall was adorned with elegant interiors. To the right of the entrance lay a spacious living area, furnished tastefully, where a few people sat quietly. The walls on this side were mostly glass—sliding doors and windows draped with beautiful curtains, neatly tied at both ends. To the left was a large dining area, with the kitchen door visible nearby. And directly ahead of him stretched a dark corridor.
As one moves straight through the middle of the hall, a staircase rises on the right, leading to the rooms upstairs. Behind the staircase, a corridor stretches into darkness—only partially visible, with two doors on each side faintly discernible. Yet Hamid remains untouched by the elegance of the place. His attention shifts instead to the people present. Two young women, Ezma and Zuhal, and a man named Usman sit on the couch, fear and concern etched across their faces. Adeel quietly tells him that they are his friends.
Hamid takes a few steps toward the staircase, as though something unseen is drawing him upward. He pauses, turns to Adeel, and asks in a low voice, “Where is she?”
Adeel’s gaze drifts to the staircase before returning to Hamid, fear clearly visible on his face. Taking a deep breath, he begins to move toward the stairs. He hesitates, then slowly climbs a few steps. Hamid follows closely behind.
At the top of the staircase, a room stands directly ahead. To the left, a corridor disappears into darkness, barely visible. To the right, two rooms are lit. Adeel heads toward the second room on the right and stops at the door. It is locked. He unlocks it, but fear holds him back from stepping inside. Hamid enters first.
The first thing he notices is the darkness filling the room—a heavy presence that sends a chill through him even before he sees anything. Then his eyes fall upon a dimly lit corner, where a table lamp casts a faint glow beside a bed. Someone lies on it, emitting a low, unsettling sound—something close to a growl.
As he steps closer, the figure becomes clear. It is a young woman—Adeel’s wife, Nadia. Her eyes are closed, and the low, growling sound continues with each breath she takes.
He places his hand on her forehead and begins to recite something under his breath. As he does, flashes of visions pass through his mind. Suddenly, Nadia snarls and her eyes snap open—no longer her own, but those of something else, something more reptilian than human. A deep growl escapes her throat as she lunges toward him in rage, but he quickly throws a liquid at her. She is forced back onto the bed.
“Get out of here!!!” she screams in a deep, demonic voice, then leaps forward again to attack him. Adeel rushes in and pulls Hamid out of the room.
“Don’t worry, she will be alright. God is with you. Coincidentally, I was in town to visit my relatives. I live in Zürich... otherwise, it wouldn’t have been possible for me to reach here in time,” Hamid says, placing a reassuring hand on Adeel’s shoulder. He pauses, his expression turning serious. “This... is a very powerful entity—not just a spirit... it’s a jinn.”
Everyone is left stunned at his words.“But why is it after Nadia?” Ezma asks, her voice trembling.
Hamid turns to Adeel. “Since when has she been behaving differently?”
“Since we moved into this villa,” Adeel replies. “She would sometimes feel like she was being watched. Many times, she said it felt as if someone touched her, even though no one was around... Recently, she started saying she saw a shadowy figure in different parts of the villa... and...”
“Yes—three days ago, she told me she saw a man outside the kitchen window, staring at her,” Usman adds. “But there was no one there... I’m sorry,” he says quickly, realizing he interrupted Adeel.
“Actually, for some reason, we had to move here from the city,” Adeel continues. “These are our friends—they helped us move in and have been staying with us for a few days. Last night, we were all in the garden when Nadia suddenly disappeared. I went inside the villa to look for her. She was sitting on the floor in her room... whispering something, rocking back and forth. It... creeped me out. I went closer and placed my hand on her shoulder. She stopped instantly and turned toward me. Her face was covered with her hair, her head hanging low. I asked her what she was doing. Then she slowly lifted her head... and looked at me with those horrid eyes... grinning as she tilted her head.”
Fear is clearly visible on his face as he recalls the moment.“I wanted to run out immediately and tell my friends. But the moment I reached the door... she was standing right in front of me. I turned back in shock to where she had been just a second ago... and then, slowly, her feet lifted off the ground. She was floating a few feet above the floor. She stayed like that for a few seconds, but... this time, the grin was gone—replaced by anger. Then... she let out a loud growl and pounced on me like a predator. I fell to the floor, and she was on my chest. I couldn’t move—I was frozen with fear. She brought her face close to mine... but suddenly, she vanished. The next moment, she was sitting on the bed again, in the same position. I ran out, locked the room, and came to my friends. Zuhal said her mother knew someone who could help... so we contacted you.”
“My mother called you after I told her everything,” Zuhal adds. “Maybe this place is haunted... maybe that jinn was already living here and got attracted to Nadia. I’ve heard stories like this.”
“No... it’s not this house,” Hamid says firmly. “Someone has summoned it—with the intention of harming Adeel and Nadia... perhaps even to kill them.” He pauses, a frown forming. “What surprises me is... it didn’t harm Adeel, even when it had the chance last night. Hah... I need to perform a ritual to learn more about this jinn and the dark ritual that was used. And I will have to perform an exorcism as well—the longer it remains in her body, the harder it will be to force it out.”
He opens his bag and begins preparing for the ritual. Once everything is set, he asks everyone to sit inside a circle formed with candles. In the center, a round vessel filled with water is placed, with strange symbols drawn around it on the floor. He instructs them to hold hands. Then he writes something on a piece of paper and places it into the water.
“I will try to contact a spirit... so we can get our answers,” he says. “I’ve written my questions on that paper. But no one must leave this circle... until I am done.” With that, he closes his eyes and begins to recite.
The room falls into an eerie silence. Slowly, objects begin to tremble, as though the ground itself is shaking. Suddenly, all the candles go out at once—and the trembling stops just as abruptly. Silence returns, heavier than before. Everyone, except Hamid, exchanges uneasy glances.
Then, with a loud bang, a window flies open, startling them all. Their attention shifts toward it—and they notice something. A small, grayish cloud of smoke begins to drift inside, moving toward them. Ezma lets out a scream and instinctively tries to pull her hand away, but Usman grips it tightly.
The smoke glides closer to Hamid and lingers beside him for a few moments. A faint whispering sound fills the air, as if something is speaking directly into his ear. And then—just as suddenly—it disappears.
The oppressive presence in the room lifts, and the air feels lighter, as though whatever had entered has now left.
“It’s a woman...” Hamid says slowly. “She has taken the help of someone involved in these dark practices—casting spells in exchange for money. The purpose of the ritual was to make a jinn possess Nadia and have her kill Adeel... and then herself. Or force her to do something that would kill them both—like causing a fatal accident.”
He looks at them, his expression sharp. “Do you have any idea who this woman could be?”
“Caria!!! Who else?” Zuhal says immediately. “Adeel’s ex-girlfriend. She even threatened him when he was about to get married,” she adds.
“She met Nadia a few days before we came here,” Ezma says hesitantly.
“What?!” Adeel snaps, anger rising. “She never told me about this... and neither did you, Ezma. Why?”
“Nadia asked me not to tell you,” Ezma replies quietly.
“Tell me exactly what happened when she met her,” Hamid says, his tone firm. “Did she give her anything to eat or drink?”
“We were at their apartment,” Ezma begins. “They were preparing to move here, and almost everything was already packed. Caria showed up... we were both surprised to see her. She apologized to Nadia for her behavior and said she would leave them alone. I didn’t trust her, of course. I even told Nadia she should inform Adeel. But she said it would only upset him. Anyway, they were leaving that town, so she thought it wouldn’t matter anymore.” She pauses, trying to recall. “I don’t remember much... she didn’t stay long.”
“Were you with her the entire time she was there?” Hamid asks.
“For a while... I went to the kitchen, and when I came back... she wasn’t there,” Ezma replies.
“She came for a reason,” Hamid explains. “The one who cast this spell must have sent her. She either brought something cursed... or took something that belonged to Nadia.”
He exhales slowly. “I have to perform the exorcism. We can’t let that jinn remain inside her any longer.”
Without wasting time, he begins preparing, briefly instructing them on how they can assist. Soon, everyone gathers in Nadia’s room—an atmosphere thick with dread, yet eerily still. Nadia lies on the floor, covered from head to toe with a white sheet. Adeel sits beside her on the right, Usman near her feet, and Hamid on her left. The two women stand at a distance, too frightened to come any closer, silently watching.
Hamid places one hand on her forehead and begins reciting verses from the Quran. Almost instantly, Nadia lets out a low growl, her body jerking violently. The three men hold her down as Hamid continues. Her growls grow louder, more aggressive, as she struggles to break free. The lights begin to flicker... then, after a few moments, they go out completely. Only faint light seeps in through the windows, leaving the corners swallowed in darkness.
Her demonic screams fill the room—but Hamid does not stop.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zuhal and Ezma move toward the door, desperate to leave. But when they try to open it—it doesn’t budge. Shocked, they stare at each other, then remain frozen near the door, clutching each other’s hands, too terrified to move.
Then, suddenly... Nadia goes still.
Hamid stops reciting, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Silence falls over the room—heavy and absolute. One by one, they release their grip on her. Slowly, Hamid lifts the sheet.
A piercing scream escapes the two women.
The men stand frozen in shock.
Nadia is gone.
There is nothing beneath the sheet.
Panic spreads instantly. The men scan every corner of the room, trying to control their fear. Near the door, the women frantically struggle to open it, but it remains firmly shut. Their breaths grow uneven, their eyes darting wildly across the room as they cling to each other in terror.
Adeel quickly pulls a torchlight from the drawer and sweeps its beam across the corners of the room. One by one, he checks every shadow—but Nadia is nowhere to be seen. Then, from one of the darker corners, Hamid hears something. Without a word, he snatches the torch from Adeel and directs the light upward.
Nadia is there.
Clinging near the ceiling... crawling like a lizard.
Her skin has turned grayish, marred with dark, unnatural marks. The moment the light falls on her, she freezes. Slowly, she turns her face toward them, staring in silence for a few seconds—then lets out a low, chilling giggle in a heavy, demonic voice.
“Go back to your world... leave her body... you don’t belong here!” Hamid shouts.
At his words, Nadia’s body twists unnaturally as she shifts into a backward crawl, the sound of bones cracking echoing through the room. She tilts her head to one side, fixing him with a menacing glare. Strands of hair fall across her face, barely hiding those glowing, reptilian eyes.
“She... is... mine!” the entity growls from within her, its voice deep and distorted, as she continues crawling backward.
Hamid resumes the exorcism with renewed intensity. Suddenly, Nadia drops to the floor. Adeel and Usman rush forward, holding her down as her body thrashes violently.
Her screams fill the room.
Drawing on every ounce of strength, Hamid stands firm, raising his hands in prayer. Sweat beads across his brow as he calls upon divine power, reciting sacred verses with unwavering focus. His voice cuts through the chaos, commanding the entity to leave its host.
The air feels charged—tense, alive with unseen force.
Then, slowly... something changes.
Her movements begin to weaken. The violent resistance fades. Her body gradually relaxes, the tension draining away. Her eyes begin to clear as she gasps desperately for breath.
A faint, dark wisp—like black smoke—rises from her body.
And then it’s gone.
Nadia collapses, unconscious.
Hamid drops to his knees, exhausted... but victorious.
“It has left her body but it could be around this house.” He says gasping.
The atmosphere in the house is calm now. Nadia rests peacefully in her room, asleep, while Ezma sits quietly by her side. In another part of the house, the others speak with Hamid, who reassures them that Nadia will recover completely within a few days. He also promises to pray to remove any lingering effects of the dark magic. Grateful for his help, they thank him sincerely before he takes his leave.
A few days pass, and life slowly returns to normal. Adeel and Nadia are once again living happily. One morning, as Adeel gets ready, he tells Nadia he has to leave for an urgent meeting. His cousin Aqib will be accompanying him, and they plan to return together. Running late, he hurriedly gathers his things. As he picks up his bag to place his files inside, he notices a pendant lying within it. He takes it out and sets it aside on the table along with his papers. But in the rush, he unknowingly puts the pendant back into his bag.
He kisses Nadia goodbye and hurries out. From the window, she watches Aqib arrive and meet Adeel. She waves at him, and he waves back before the two men get into the car and drive away.
Night falls.
It is now very late, and Nadia is still waiting. Anxiety begins to creep in—Adeel was not supposed to be this late, and he isn’t answering her calls. She paces restlessly in the hall.
“Oh, come on, stop being paranoid,” Ezma says, trying to calm her. “He’s not alone—Aqib is with him. They’re not kids. Go and get some sleep, it’s too late.”
“But Adeel said he would be back by 9:00 pm... and now it’s 1:00 am,” Nadia replies, her voice filled with worry. “And it’s raining so heavily. The road they’re taking is prone to accidents... how can I not worry?”
The past incident still lingers in her mind. Ever since then, she finds it hard to stay calm whenever Adeel is away for too long.
Nadia’s phone suddenly rings. She looks at the screen—Adeel is calling.
Relief washes over her instantly as she answers the call, but it vanishes just as quickly.
The voice on the other end is not Adeel’s.
It is a police officer.
Her breath catches as he speaks, his tone formal yet grave. He informs her that her husband—and another man with him—have been found critically injured. He asks her to come to the hospital immediately.
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