The terrifying Jinnati mountain where everyone was afraid to go

 My name is Munir, and I’m from Islamabad. This story is from between 2000 and 2005. At that time, I was young, married, and working as a taxi driver. Our family business was buying and selling cars, so I drove a taxi in the Islamabad-Rawalpindi area.

One night, around 11 PM, I got a ride request from someone going to 22 Mile from Faisalabad. I noticed that several taxi drivers were refusing to take the ride, and when I approached them, no one agreed. Eventually, the passenger came to me and mentioned he was headed to a place called 22 Mile, which was a route to Murree. He said it was an old path and that locals knew about it, but not everyone was willing to go.

Despite my hesitation, I agreed to take him, and we settled on a fare of 1800 rupees, which was quite a sum at that time, as the round trip usually cost only about 500 rupees. The passenger accepted the fare without arguing and placed his luggage in the back seat, sitting in the front with me.

As we drove, I became a bit suspicious about the route. I worried about the possibility of being attacked or my vehicle being stolen. The passenger noticed my concern and reassured me, saying he was a soldier returning home on leave and that there was no need to worry.

We chatted throughout the journey, and I asked why the other taxi drivers were unwilling to take him. He mentioned a reason he would reveal later. Despite his reassurances, I was still uneasy.

As we neared 22 Mile at around 12:30 AM, the passenger explained that the locals referred to the mountain we had just crossed as a cursed place. He believed that something supernatural resided there, which prevented people from crossing after midnight, and could even be dangerous. The locals avoided it for this reason.

He told me that we had crossed the dangerous part, so there was no need to worry anymore. He invited me to his home, suggesting that traveling back at this hour could be risky. I agreed, and we reached his home safely.

His mother welcomed us warmly, inviting me to stay the night and have dinner. Despite her kindness, I declined, saying I wasn’t taught to stay anywhere overnight and preferred to leave. After thanking them, I set off for my return journey.

During the return trip, I noticed a sudden increase in the weight of the car, despite there being no steep incline. The car felt heavy, and I struggled to keep it moving, but I kept driving slowly. The engine roared as we climbed the mountain, and I noticed a menacing figure appear in front of the car. It was a large, dark entity that seemed to warn me, saying, “You survived because you believe in Allah; otherwise, I wouldn’t have let you pass.”

Once we crossed the mountain, the weight lifted, and the car returned to normal. The entity vanished, and I was relieved to be out of that danger.