The cursed bathroom door

Written by: The Sad Sparrowhawk

After Sofian got married, he decided to work at a traditional bathhouse. He held the position of "kassal," but he was also responsible for everything in the bathhouse from start to finish. The bathhouse was very old, and a member of his family found him this job. The bathhouse was located in a working-class area and had a strange door in an unexplained location. It was never opened and always remained closed, so no one dared to approach it.

Sufyan began to wonder: What was the story behind this door? And how would his life change after entering this place? The story was full of mysterious secrets.

Sufyan, a young Moroccan man married to a girl named "Ghazlan," was seeking a stable job rather than a career in various fields. His uncle told him that Hajj "Bouchaib," the owner of the bathhouse, was looking for an energetic, lazy person to help him with everything related to the bathhouse. Strangely, the Hajj didn't care much about the profits of the bathhouse; he insisted on keeping it as it was, unchanged, no matter what.

When Sufyan met Hajj, the man was mysterious, his features concealing much. He told him, “The most important thing is that you don’t change anything in the bathroom, and that you don’t go near that door.” Sufyan agreed and began his work.

The first time he entered the bathhouse, he felt something strange. The building was made of mud, and the walls were covered with ancient “zellij” tiles. The light was dim, and the atmosphere was heavy. At the entrance to the men’s section, an elderly man named “Al-Sarghini” was sitting opposite an old wooden door, closed with an iron lock, and above it a copper plaque that read “Bab Al-Jamar.”

Sufyan asked an old woman who worked in the women’s section about the door, and she told him firmly, “Don’t ask about it, it’s none of your business.”

Days passed, and the door continued to pique his curiosity, until one day a strange man entered the bathhouse and asked Sufyan to massage his back. As he did so, he noticed that his body was almost completely numb, as if his skin was unnatural, while the steam was strangely increasing. After finishing, the man left, but Sufyan saw him open the “Ember Door” and enter!

When he confronted Al-Sarghini about the matter, he completely denied it, saying the door was locked. Sufyan's curiosity grew, and he even began to think about the matter in his dreams, where he would see people emerging from the door with their faces peeling off.

Weeks passed, and one day, Sufyan found himself alone in front of the door, so he decided to open it. When he did, he was shocked: there was nothing behind him but a wall! Yet, he was certain that the strange man had entered through it.

Since that day, no one spoke of the door anymore, as if they'd forgotten its existence. Meanwhile, Sufyan remained convinced that there was a bigger secret behind it than he could imagine. After making sure that the windows were closed and the door was securely locked, Ghazlan cautiously approached the window to look outside. As soon as her face pressed against the glass, she swore she saw a face right next to hers, separated only by the glass. His eyes were clearly visible. Terrified, she stepped back screaming. I quickly entered the farmhouse to find her collapsed on the ground. I tried to calm her down, and she told me what had happened. She confirmed that someone was watching from behind the window, and that despite his human appearance, he wasn't human, as the footsteps she could hear didn't resemble human footsteps. I reassured her, saying that we would leave this place later and move to the city. She refused, asserting that she was used to living here, but what had been happening recently had started to frighten her.

I tried to check for myself, so I went out looking for some sign but found nothing. I convinced her that it might just be the reflection of the moonlight, but she remained worried. After about a month, the sounds returned, and this time Ghazlan was more careful; she closed the windows and door and turned off the lights so she could see outside clearly. Still, the sound kept recurring, until she was certain that there was a man watching the house, a man with mysterious features and eyes shining in the dark, neither a normal human nor an animal.

I suggested we report him to the police, but the scarcity of cell phones at the time made things complicated. I went to the security forces and explained the situation. They came with me to interview Ghazlan and take a description of the man. I described a mysterious height and shining eyes, but they didn't take it seriously, dismissing it as mere delusions. They left after a short tour of the house, leaving Ghazlan crying in terror.

Months passed, and I was busy with my work, until one day I traveled with my friend Abdel Latif to run some errands. Halfway there, he asked to stop to relieve himself, but he was strangely late. He then ran back angrily, his clothes disheveled and his neck red, refusing to tell me what had happened. We later stopped at a café, and there he began to act extremely hostile toward me until he abandoned me and left. An elderly man in the café warned me in cryptic words, saying that I should question myself before I lost myself and those around me.

I returned home, not understanding what was going on, but problems began to accumulate. Rumors spread about the "haunted" bathhouse I owned, and customers began to dwindle, even though I sometimes saw paranormal things there. I tried to resolve the issue by hiring exorcists and performing a sacrifice as charity, but to no avail. The situation only worsened, and my reputation deteriorated to the point where I was unable to find a partner or buyer.

One day, I decided to take a break to spend time with my family. I went out to buy breakfast, and while standing next to my bike, I noticed someone standing behind me in the mirror outside the door. But when I turned around, there was no one there. I ignored it and went home, happy with my shopping, but what I saw when I opened the door stunned me…

The house was covered in blood, and Ghazlan and Laila… I'm going to die of fearThe situation was so terrifying and horrible that Sufyan, the narrator of the story, said that he almost lost his mind from the horror of what he saw.