The Mysterious Old Man's House: Secrets from the Summer of 2005

Written by: Hager Algeria

Peace be upon you, Today, I will share with you a true story that I personally experienced and still remember its details despite the passing years. I was then a five-year-old child, in the summer of 2005, and I used to visit my paternal grandmother frequently. She lived in one of the old neighborhoods in the state of Oran, but I will not mention the name of the neighborhood out of respect for its status and residents

During each visit, my grandmother would take me with her to visit one of her elderly neighbors. As a child, I found this woman's house very strange. The house was almost empty, with no doors to the rooms and no furniture except for simple covers scattered here and there. They didn't have a TV or a radio, and the kitchen was extremely primitive: a wooden table, a large rusty pot with a huge wooden spoon in the middle, some old pottery dishes, half of which were broken, and a perforated shelf that looked like it couldn't hold anything

The smell of the house had a strange effect on me; something incredibly uncomfortable. Additionally, that old woman would look at me with strange, suspicious eyes, as if she was thinking about something unnatural. She had one daughter who had a problem with one of her eyes, and I felt the same aversion towards her

Whenever I showed fear or discomfort, my grandmother would order me to calm down and tell me not to speak. However, I felt something unnatural in that house. After several visits, I returned to our home, and since then, I began to have recurring nightmares. I would see that old woman in my dreams, performing strange rituals with green colors and incomprehensible objects

two years after those events, we heard the news of the old woman's death in her home. It was said that she died alone, and no one discovered her death until a long time had passed, during which her body began to decompose. When the authorities came to open her house, they were shocked. They found the house in a catastrophic state, filled with filth and strange objects buried in the walls and floors. People talked about bones and witchcraft buried there.

They tried to bury her in the cemetery, but it was said that the grave wouldn't accept her. Every time they tried to close it, the boards they placed over it broke. After consulting some imams, the authorities decided to cremate her body due to the circumstances surrounding her death.

As for her daughter, she disappeared and they did not find any trace of her.

Conclusion of the story
What I went through was an experience I will never forget. I didn't understand all the details at the time, but I felt that something was not right. I wanted to share this story because it is true, and it is our duty to consider and learn from experiences like this.

The story might seem strange, but sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. If you read this text, speak good or remain silent, as the purpose of the narrative is merely the moral lesson.