I have been living in Dubai for the past 10 years. I only visit home in Rawalpindi, Ayala Colony, Sanjali Street, once a year. We bought the house at the end of 2016 and moved in in 2017. During my first visit in January 2017, I stayed in this house for about 28 days, but I didn’t sleep well at all.
The house was nicely furnished with new furniture and appliances. My parents and sisters' rooms were on the ground floor, while my room was on the second floor. There was an attic connected to a neighboring vacant house. My mother and sisters repeatedly told me not to go up to the attic and avoid using the stairs leading to it.
Despite their warnings, at night, I often heard noises from the attic and children playing. Sometimes, there were sounds of furniture moving or a bouncing ball. I rarely went up to the attic and spent most of my time in the living room with my family.
I came home six or seven times over those seven years, but I never felt comfortable in that house. My family avoided letting me interact with the neighbors and discouraged any conversation. They also preferred that I sleep in the lower part of the house and not use the attic.
In February, one morning, one of my sisters was at work, and the other was ill. The ill sister asked me to bring some fresh bread and snacks from the bakery. I went out to get the bread and snacks. On my way back, I spoke with an elderly security guard at the checkpoint. He was alone all day and seemed to have no other activity.
We often talked about Dubai and Sharjah, and he shared that he was not only a security guard but also rented out apartments. He mentioned that a house behind our house, connected to our attic, was always vacant. Tenants would leave within a month. The security guard hinted that something strange happened there.
One night, there was a lot of noise and commotion on the roof, and a stray dog was barking loudly. My sister thought the dogs were fighting. When I looked out, I saw that the stray dogs were spinning around as if fighting an invisible entity. The security guard watched the dogs from his post.
The next morning, I asked the security guard about the noise and why he didn't chase the dogs away. He said some things are better left alone. I jokingly asked if there were jinns around. He then told me that a year ago, he had seen a goat kid on the vacant plot next to our house around 3 AM. He tried to move it outside the gate, but its legs sunk into the ground while the rest of its body extended.
He ran to his post and waited for the morning prayer to leave. He told me the area is haunted, especially the house connected to our attic. He said the real owner lives in Canada and has given him keys to rent out the house. The security guard mentioned that previous tenants had left due to unexplained problems, like children getting ill and a woman being crippled.
I stopped using the attic and slept in the living room instead. Even though my family liked the house, I found it unsettling and tried to convince them to move, but it wasn’t easy. The security guard seemed to be a talkative person, but after hearing those noises, I confirmed with my sister that our relatives had experienced similar disturbances.
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