Scary mountains and night trip to Islamabad Monal

My name is Hamza, and I live in Rawalpindi. I enjoyed traveling on empty roads and going out at night. On weekends, my brother, my cousin (who works in the army and is stationed in Multan), and I would often go out. I had a new bike and another bike for the office. We would often go out at night, taking the house keys, locking up, and telling my mother that we would be back after eating. We would sometimes go to Manali, Daman Ko, or Sandha Pathar, often around midnight when the roads were deserted.

One time, while on our bikes, we noticed something black on the road. I had LED lights on my bike that illuminated quite far. We were singing and enjoying ourselves. I told my younger brother that it looked like a black sack, but he thought it was something else. We decided to check it out. My younger brother got off the bike and went towards it. Despite my concerns, he approached the object. It turned out to be a bed, and an elderly man was lying on it. We opened the zipper of the bed, and my brother asked the man if he was okay. My brother is a devout Muslim who prays five times a day.

The atmosphere around was eerie since it was deserted, and the elderly man seemed strange. His white beard and red eyes made him look unsettling. I parked the bike at an angle to quickly escape if needed. The old man’s eyes were red and he was sweating. He told us to leave, but my brother continued to ask if he needed water. The old man was agitated and kept telling us to go away. Despite his warnings, my brother stayed close and asked if we could help. The old man’s demeanor was increasingly hostile, and his face changed color, turning completely dark.

We quickly got on our bike and started to leave, though I had planned to go down. As we rode away, we encountered several twists and turns. My cousin, who was sitting at the back, had moved to the front, and my brother had returned to the back. We ended up going down a path away from the road, which was a mistake. We eventually found a house and knocked on the door. To our shock, the same old man we had seen earlier answered.

It was unsettling as we realized the place where we thought we had found safety was somehow the same location we had been trying to avoid. The old man’s angry face appeared again, and he seemed to know everything about our situation. We ended up on a deserted road near Manali. My cousin started to panic, and we drove fast to escape. We finally stopped at a friend’s place under the Faizabad bridge, who gave us water and helped us calm down.

When we returned home and settled down, we faced numerous problems. My job was terminated, and my family faced a series of hardships. My younger brother fell severely ill, and we struggled to understand the nature of his illness. My father, who was a successful businessman, lost everything, including our cars. We had to sell them off and were left with just one. We went through various people seeking help but found no relief.

One of the people we consulted claimed that our family was under some kind of spell or curse. Despite spending a lot of money on various remedies and consulting multiple people, we did not find a solution. We continued facing problems, and my brother’s condition improved only slightly. We eventually came across another person who advised us to perform certain rituals and make offerings to lift the curse.

Despite all the difficulties, we managed to keep going. My father had spent a lot of money, and we had tried multiple solutions, but our problems persisted. Eventually, we found some relief, but the experience left us shaken and cautious.