The mysterious tenant who married his daughter to me
تصنيفات القصص
By: Salem Ibrahim
كثيرًا ما نسمع عن قصص رعب حقيقية يرويها الناس عن بيوت مسكونة أو أشخاص صادفوا مخلوقات من عالم آخر كمثال قصتنا الحالية المستأجر الغامض الذي زوجني ابنته ، التي ندعوك لقرائتها . في العادة نستمع لتلك الحكايات على سبيل الفضول أو التسلية، ثم نمضي وكأن شيئًا لم يكن. لكن أن تجد نفسك فجأة جزءًا من تلك القصص، وتعيش تفاصيلها بكل ما تحمله من غموض ورعب، فذلك أمر لم أكن أتخيل يومًا أن يحدث لي. قصتي ليست من نسج الخيال، بل هي تجربة أثقلت أيامي ولياليّ وغيرت حياتي إلى الأبد.
For thirty years of my life, I thought I was in control of my life, planning every step and calculating every possibility, and it never occurred to me that another world would weave my destiny the way it did. A world that is invisible to the naked eye but present in details that the mind cannot comprehend. My name is Badr, a completely ordinary man, and my path is probably no different from anyone who is looking for a home to protect him from the vicissitudes of time. I had been dreaming for years of owning a house that would become my shelter and a guaranteed investment at the same time, and the dream came true when I found a spacious two-storey house located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by trees and tranquility, and its price was too tempting to resist. I quickly bought it and started renovating it and bringing the old walls back to life.
In the daytime, the house was welcoming, filled with sunlight slanting across the garden and the sounds of cars passing by on the nearby road. But when night falls, the scene turns into a silence interrupted only by the breath of the wind or the purr of the rain. At first, the silence gave me a strange comfort, a comfort that carried an undercurrent of awe. A few weeks later, I started looking for a tenant for the top floor, wanting to make the house a source of income to support me. I placed adverts and waited, but the offers from tenants did not meet my expectations. As the days went by, I began to feel disappointed, until that night that changed not only the appearance of the house, but my whole life.
It was a heavy rainy night, it was past midnight and I was getting ready for bed when there was a sudden knock on the door. I froze for a moment, wondering who was knocking in this stormy weather and at this hour. I put on my coat and went to open the door, and there it was. In front of the threshold stood a whole family: a dignified and dignified man, next to him his wife in a bright white abaya, behind them two beautiful daughters, their faces filled with a strange tenderness, and next to them a large young man dripping with seriousness and sternness. I couldn't even speak, but the man took a step forward and said in a steady, dignified voice: "We have come to rent the house."
His words were like cold water on the thirst of my days, the dream I had been waiting for suddenly came true on its own. I welcomed them in and invited them in, and within minutes we had agreed, and they were living upstairs. At first there was nothing suspicious. They were very quiet, not making any noise, as if their presence brought a kind of tranquillity to the place. But as the days went by, I began to notice details that I hadn't paid attention to at first. I only saw them leave the house at odd times: Before dawn or after midnight. They were kind to me but mysterious, answering my questions briefly and then diverting the conversation to another topic.
One night, as I was coming home late, I saw in the distance a strange flickering light coming from the upstairs windows. It wasn't an ordinary light, but more like dozens of candles burning on and off in a mysterious rhythm. I froze and a cold chill ran through my body. I tried to convince myself that it was just a reflection from somewhere, but the road was empty and the night was devoid of any lights. Since that night, a series of suspicious events began: Voices calling my name when I was alone in the house, footsteps upstairs even though I saw them leave, whispers through closed doors. I tried to convince myself that they were illusions or hallucinations, but other signs assured me that it was more than illusions.
Once, I saw from my window one of their daughters staring at me from the centre of the garden. She was standing in the darkness as if she were part of it, her eyes shining with a strange, inhuman light. She disappeared in a flash as if she had never existed. When I fell asleep, I began to have horrible nightmares, nightmares in which I saw the house on fire with black flames with them standing in the middle of it smiling, and then I woke up to find strange vague inscriptions on the walls of the house. I became more and more confused and terrified every day, until my heart couldn't take it anymore.
I tried to confront the man by asking who they really were, but he just gave me an enigmatic smile and said a sentence that confused me: "The house is where we found what we are looking for, and you will find what you are looking for too." When he shook my hand, a cold chill washed over me, as if I had touched ice that sank into my blood. I wanted to ask them to leave, but my tongue got stuck every time, as if an invisible force was holding me back and preventing me from saying what I wanted. As the days went by, it became clear to me that they were not just tenants, but another entity... a family of jinns who had made my house their home.
On the last night, the story came to its heartbreaking conclusion. Hearing strange noises upstairs, I took shaky steps up the stairs to the door. Behind it were the sounds of non-human voices chanting and singing. I pushed the door open and saw them gathered in a strange circle, their bodies radiating a pale blue light and their eyes glowing like embers. They were chanting words in a language I had never heard. As soon as they sensed my presence, they all turned towards me at once, and in an instant I felt my blood freeze. The man walked up to me, put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in a deep voice: "Now you are one of us."
Since that night, I've never been the same. The house was the same, but I was no longer alone. Their voices fill the place, their shadows follow me, and their faces visit me every time I close my eyes. Today I don't know if I live in this house, or if the house lives in me
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إرحل من البيت المسكون بسلام