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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/Urgathoar on 2023-07-06 17:59:19+00:00.

This is a story centered on my late teen years about the strange entity me and my two best friends encountered, for anonymity reasons I (m, 16 at the time) will refer to them as “J” and “K”(both m and 19).

Now for a little backstory on me and my friends, J is my aunt’s second and youngest son, he is older than me but as we share a lot of similarity in both spirit and character myself and J have been really close since we were kids, while K has been his best friend since 3rd grade. So ofc the three of us were closer than brothers, that is also the reason why I had confided in them about my encounters with the supernatural. We all had stories of our own that seemed unexplainable, but mine were a bit wilder. I am not referring to myself as a medium or psychic of any kind, I was simply unfortunate enough to notice the presence of entities that did not belong in this world and sometimes even more so, as these entities also noticed me. Only my two best friends knew of my point of view on my encounters while the others (especially adults) referred to me as an “imaginative kid”. Now back to the main story.

I remember the chain of events quite vividly because after it all transpired I realized, coincidence had no part in it and I seriously began to question the notion of “Fate”. It was the middle of the summer of 2017, I had found a seasonal job as a helper cook in a restaurant to earn a bit of personal income. It was a busy Friday night at the restaurant or more of a busy day I should say, I had taken 3 shifts on that Friday (with my unlimited teenager power) so I could have the weekend to myself and myself and the staff decided to wait until our last customers left to close up even though it was past 12am.

Since we had no more work to do we set up a table (the staff was made out of 5 people) and poured some drinks for ourselves and told the remaining two tables to stay as long as they wanted and to tell us if they needed anything else. While making jokes, and sharing drinks, I overheard an interesting conversation from the table nearest to us, a female customer in her early 40ies was talking to her friends about meeting a medium. In my country we call them “Fallxhore”, which is basically a psychic woman who tells you about your past, present and future, knowledge she gets from befriending “Djinn”(which refers to a wide spectrum of supernatural creatures, some demonic, some mischievous and some benevolent). Considering my childhood I was very interested in said topic, so I listened as she explained to her friends about a curse the medium said was laid on her household by a relative that meant them harm and how to get rid of it.

The work night ended with that and I went home, as I was laying in bed while texting J and K in a messenger group chat, I mentioned the conversation I overheard. J responded with a similar conversation he had once with his mom. My aunt’s immediate family had met with a lot of misfortune since she and her husband got married. The husband was a trader that had taken a lot of money from shop owners to exchange them for goods he would buy in Turkey and the shop owners would sell here in Albania. Unfortunately, he was ambushed by bandits on his way to Albania and all the goods were stolen (there were 4 drivers with 2 huge trucks filled with textile and the kind), apparently the bandits stole the trucks with the goods and left all the drivers beaten up in the middle of the road, so they were left in a lot of debt.

After that, bad fortune followed them everywhere they went, so my aunt turned to a medium for help. The medium told her a horrible curse had been placed on her family, such a curse that made the medium speechless, she said an item was given to my aunt as a gift for her wedding by people that wished her harm and said item contained the terrifying presence of a very evil Djinn. That Djin had made their home his and fed on their pain and sorrow, that item that contained it could never be found as it hid itself in their comfort and memories, but unless it was found and disposed of, even the medium had no power to stop the bad fortune following them.

On that particular weekend I had made plans with J and K, K’s parents were on vacation and we had the house to ourselves, so as stupid teens we decided we would spend the Saturday night together getting high, watching movies and playing games. But before that I would have lunch at my aunt’s house with my cousins and some other guest relatives they had. After eating we all sat around in the living room drinking coffee and talking about the usual stuff you talk about with family members (stupid and embarrassing things the kids did when we were young).

Somewhere along the conversation I sort of dissociated and my defocused senses started focusing on something in the room, this strange ornament hanging on the wall along with artful plates and different prayer beads. It was a strange object that resembled a women’s hand bag in miniature, made out of metal, decorated with gems and whatnot and hanging from a chain. As my senses focused on it, everything in sight became obstructed by this cloud of black smoke, leaving only the ornament visible. As it shone in a disturbing glimmer that made me sweat icicles, from it sprung a closed eye, as if the metal had become flesh. As the eye slowly started to open, I found myself in the most discomfort I have felt in my life, under the eye caps a green iris was revealed moving around the eyeball with an insane speed, and all of the sudden it halted, focusing on me was a jade green eye with a moving strange light that seemed to be coming from inside it. I must’ve been so short of breath from that sight that J who was sitting right next to me shook me back to my senses. I mentioned nothing of it to my cousin even though he seemed concerned I just brushed it off telling him I had a very tiresome day yesterday.

Around 6pm we went to K’s house and started rolling (you know what) and preparing the drinks and snacks for the night. We had a great time and I completely forgot about earlier events until some time after 3am, I got up from my couch to go get a bottle of juice from the fridge since it had run out. Making my way through the hall very lazily to the kitchen, I open the fridge door. The kitchen itself was narrow but long with a door on one side and a small window on the other side. As I grab the juice and close the fridge door, I feel my fight or flight instinct triggers from something over the window side.

With a feeling of dread washing over me, I watch as long black curled fingers with extra unnatural joints enter from the lower and left side of the window and grip to the wall. As the top of a head is made visible soon enough a face emerges from the down left corner of the small window. The face was badly disfigured, the nose broken in several places, the eyes open so wide it seemed as if they would pop out any moment, the lips, cut badly and almost nonexistent revealing a wide smile that continued right up to one of its ears as there was a chunk of meat missing from one of the cheeks, in fact there were missing chunks and scars all over it. The skin was black just like its fingers, but that was not its original skin color as it seemed to be completely covered in a black dust, like charcoal dust. Its teeth were yellowish with stains of the same charcoal and the eyes, those same jaded glowing eyes I had seen before, tightly focused on me. That stare paralyzed me, no, I should say such fear ran over me that it made my existence immobile. I could not move, I could not hear, I could not feel and I could not even think. The only thing that remained from me was instinct, as if every cell in my body knew I had to stand my ground and move right at the moment “it” moved. I could not feel my feet touching the ground underneath me or the bottle I was holding in my hand, but I knew, as soon as moved I would lunge at it, that was my only very slim chance of survival, fighting it.

I held its stare for what seemed like days, but it did not move, it just kept staring and smiling. After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly felt an arm go around my neck, terrified and caught by surprise. I quickly turn with the bottle in my hand raised ready to attack (for some stupid reason), and I see K go like - wow wow mate, calm down. Apparently, I had been grabbing a bottle of juice for the past 2 hours and my friend came to check on me. Now I know what you might say, I was under the influence and I was hallucinating. Nope, I had indulged in a lot of it to the point I was a veteran, but never, had I ever had a hallucination. No matter how hard I went at it worst case, I would laugh, get the munchies or get lazy and go to sleep. But that thing I saw, I know with every fiber of my body, it was real. It took me a while to get a hold of myself, but I did not tell my friends anything, not wanting to spoil their night and they didn’t notice because they thought I was stoned.

Fast forward to almost a week after those events, those memories had washed over my head again and again, becoming more real and terrifying everytime leaving me with many sleepless nights. On this particular night I went to the bathroom at 2:30am and since I saw I had no chance of getting any rest I was just wasting time in the locked bathroom (I have a habit of making up stories or scenarios in my head when I can’t sleep so it’ll take my mind of things, so I was fooling around…

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