Evil Soul Horror Story

I had bought a new plot where I was getting a house constructed. The digging work was going on at the plot. While the laborers were digging, they suddenly found an old-looking box. Since the plot belonged to me, they handed the box to me. Naturally, I had a right over that box too. Anyway, it looked quite old, so I brought it home and placed it in my room before going to shower.

When I came out, my sister had already opened the box. Actually, since her wedding preparations were underway, she assumed I had brought her some unique gift. The box contained a white cloth, some hair wrapped inside it, and a book that was written in another language. We didn’t pay much attention to it and threw the box in the trash, getting back to the wedding preparations. Eventually, my sister’s wedding took place.

A few days had passed when my brother-in-law called angrily and said:

"Ayesha has some mental issues. Why didn’t you people tell us earlier?"

Ayesha is my sister.

Worried, I asked:

"Mental issues? No, brother Arsalan! My sister has no mental illness. She is perfectly fine. Please tell me what happened."

He replied angrily:

"Come and see for yourself!"

When my parents and I went to Ayesha’s house, we couldn’t even recognize her. She was sitting in her room, hair messy, wearing filthy clothes. As soon as we entered the room, there was an unbearable rotten stench—like that of a dead animal—and we couldn’t stay in the room even for a minute. We had to step outside. Arsalan’s family told us to take Ayesha back with us. We couldn’t understand what had suddenly happened to her. Somehow, we brought her back home.

My mother gave her a difficult bath and found multiple cuts all over her body, as if someone had beaten her. Mom told us, and we filed a complaint against Arsalan. But the question was, how did my sister suddenly become mentally disturbed just four or five days after her wedding?

Eventually, we settled her in her room, and mom went to bed too.

In the middle of the night, we suddenly heard noise from Ayesha’s room, which woke us up. The door was locked from inside, so my father and I broke it open. As soon as we entered, we saw Ayesha hanging from the ceiling and screaming at us in a terrifying manner, muttering in a different language. We were so scared we couldn’t move. My mom started reciting Ayat-ul-Kursi, and Ayesha began screaming louder and then fell down from the ceiling.

Now I realized it was all because of that box. I told everything to my parents. My mom asked:

"Where is that box?"

I said:

"I had thrown it in the trash."

I immediately rushed to check and found the box lying on the side of the garbage pile, with the book still there. I quickly picked it up and brought it to the courtyard and told my parents I would bring an Imam in the morning.

As soon as it was morning, the Imam came and immediately sensed something was wrong with the box. He examined it closely but couldn’t understand the writing on it. Then he gave me the address of a well-known personality and said, “Go to him, he can help you.” So that evening, I left with the box.

Meanwhile, Ayesha’s strange behaviors were increasing. Sometimes she would be hanging from the ceiling, sometimes sitting mid-air, and her face was becoming more horrifying by the day.

Eventually, I arrived at the location the Imam had mentioned. Someone was already there, waiting. He took the box and told me this was no ordinary box. It had been used by people of another faith to trap an evil spirit inside so that it wouldn’t harm anyone. However, it was your sister who unlocked the box and set the spirit free. That spirit has now possessed your sister. You have only two days to save her—otherwise, the spirit will take her away.

Hearing this, I was horrified. I brought the man—Ashfaq Sahib—home with me. When he went to my sister, she spat on his face. And her spit was so intense that it burned his face. Ashfaq Sahib began reciting and asked the spirit its name, and it answered:

"Azreen."

The same name was mentioned in the book, which was in a different language. We called someone who understood that language, and he translated for us.

Azreen, when alive, was a cruel and demonic man. He inflicted pain on women, seniors, and even the innocent children. He was the tyrant of his area, treating people like his slaves. One day, his own mother killed him. But after his death, things became worse. His spirit started tormenting people. He was a demonic soul of a demonic man. It took great difficulty to trap Azreen in a box and bury it far away from the village. And that place is now your plot. Your sister opened that box and set him free. Now that demonic soul has possessed her.

I asked Ashfaq Sahib:

"What should we do now? How can we save my sister?"

He said we had to perform a spiritual act, but there was no guarantee that she would survive it because time was short.

We agreed to proceed. We took my sister to a nearby madrassa where ten renowned scholars were called from afar. She was laid down in a white shroud, and all the scholars began their recitations. My family and I stood outside, watching through a window. Ayesha’s husband had also come back and was now standing beside us.

As soon as the recitation began, Ayesha started writhing and sat up, staring at all the scholars. When each of them sprinkled blessed water on her, she started convulsing and screaming terribly. Her screams were horrifying. Even with our ears covered, her terrifying screams echoed loudly.

 The spirit inside her was weakening, and finally, she fell unconscious. A black shadow emerged from her body and disappeared into the air.

When Ayesha regained consciousness, she remembered nothing. It took her two months to fully recover, and now she is happily living with her family.

But the question remains...

What happened to Azreen?

Where did he go?

Because the box is still open...

And he was never trapped again...

That cursed, demonic spirit of Azreen is still free...

Hidden in the darkness...

Looking for a new body, a new victim...

This horror story is a work of fiction, originally written by Shehzana Haider