My name is Sher Ali, and I am from Lahore. Today, I want to share an incident that happened to me in 2016 when I went to Iran for work. However, I couldn't find work in my field. I am basically a chef, so I ended up doing painting work there. Painting in Iran is quite tough. Our master was the most sought-after in that area, so due to work, we had to put in extra hours, and he also paid us extra. We worked in various places. One day, my master received a renovation project for an old building, which had cracks in the walls. We had to fill those cracks and paint the building, which was three stories high with several apartments.
We went to work during the day, and everything was peaceful, with cool breezes since it was by the sea. As we got more work, we had to delay this project and move to another job. The owner of the apartment, in a hurry, asked us to finish quickly because my master's payments were also pending. So, my master said he would give us double pay if we worked both day and night. There was a lot of heat during the day, so he suggested we work at night to complete the job as soon as possible. My friend Abdul Rehman and I started doing double shifts. There was an office type area downstairs where a watchman sat. He would lock the door to prevent anyone from entering the building.
While we were working at night, we often heard noises from above. We thought perhaps someone else was there because plumbers and others visited too. As we worked at night, we heard sounds that seemed to come from the third floor, so we began to ignore them, convincing ourselves that there was no one. We kept listening to music and continued working. After finishing on the first floor, we moved to the second floor, where the noises increased. During the day, we could reassure each other, but at night, we felt scared. Whenever we checked the third floor, the noises would stop, and we couldn’t figure out where they were coming from since each floor had five apartments. We checked two or three apartments on the third floor, but when we told our master about the strange occurrences, he thought we were just making excuses to avoid work. He insisted we finish the job, stating he had a lot on his plate and his money was tied up with the owner.
The next day, while working again, we heard noises from the third floor. Abdul and I went up to check, and the door of apartment 305 was banging loudly in front of us. You wouldn’t believe it, but we were terrified! We ran down to the second floor and called our master, who was initially angry, suggesting it was just the wind. We told him we couldn't work there anymore. He scolded us, saying we were too old to be scared and that the building was by the sea, where winds often blew. However, when it was time for us to work on the third floor again, we kept hearing banging noises. We decided to keep working, knowing that if we didn’t, our master would scold us. You wouldn’t believe it; the whole atmosphere was eerie as we worked, feeling the vibrations from the banging doors but ignoring them because we had music playing.
When we finally went to work in apartment 305, we felt the odd vibrations. I told Abdul that it was time for a break. As we started painting, suddenly all the lights in apartment 305 went out. This freaked me out, so I turned on my phone's flashlight and told Abdul. He suggested checking the fuse, and sure enough, it was blown. When I resumed painting, the lights went out again. I decided to leave that wall for the daytime. As we worked in the TV lounge, the lights went out once more, and when I shined my flashlight, I saw a shadow of about seven to eight feet coming towards me. It looked just like a shadow, clear as day. At first, I thought it was a person, but then I realized no one could come from that direction—the door was on the other side, leading to nowhere.
When we saw it, it had no face, just a shadow moving toward us. I called Abdul to look, and we dropped everything and ran down the stairs, almost tripping. When we reached the bottom, we found the watchman had locked the door and left. We banged on the door but no one was there. Suddenly, we heard banging from the first floor as well. We ran like crazy, scared out of our minds, and jumped out of a window onto the street below, injuring ourselves. We didn’t stop until we got to our master's house, which was about five to six kilometers away. We told him what had happened and never returned to work there again. Afterward, we had treatment for our injuries, and I left that job, returning to Pakistan, where I resumed work in my field.
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