This story is about my family. This incident took place in 2013 when I was in the ninth grade. We are basically four siblings: two sisters and two brothers. I am the eldest, then there’s a younger sister, another younger sister, and the youngest is a brother.
One day, around 12 PM, my younger sister went to a friend's house for a henna ceremony, as little girls often do. We live in Karachi, in an area I won’t name. There’s a house in that area that has been abandoned for about 50 to 60 years; no one goes there because it’s considered haunted. So, she passed by that house and went to her friend’s place. That night, nothing unusual happened. Everyone came home, had dinner, and went to bed.
The next day, my younger sister fell ill and didn’t go to school. I went to school with my other siblings. When we returned, she had a high fever. Coincidentally, my dad was home that day, and my aunt was also visiting. Around 4 PM, I took my younger siblings to tuition.
When I returned around 6 PM, the call for Maghrib prayers had started. Suddenly, I heard a scream from inside the house. We were so little at that time, so we rushed inside. Our house had a narrow gallery leading from the main gate. There were stairs in front, two rooms on the left, and the kitchen right in front.
As we turned into the gallery, I saw my aunt sitting on the single sofa while my sister was lying on the larger three-seater sofa. My dad was holding my sister’s hands, and my mom was sitting by her feet. I was very confused and worried; I had never seen anything like this before.
I asked my mom what happened to my sister, and she told me to go to the other room and not to come back. I was curious about what had happened to my younger sister. You know how in movies, people start calling you in a normal voice? I asked my sister what was wrong, and she said, “They won’t let me go; I wanted to play outside, and they’re not allowing me.”
I insisted, “Let’s go play outside!” We were all very young back then. My mom got angry and said, “No, you go to the other room with your siblings.” She told me that our uncle was coming over, and we should go home with him.
I didn’t leave; I stayed there. After a while, my sister's voice changed completely. It sounded like a grown man was talking, saying, “Come here!” I was terrified and didn’t know what to do. Just then, my uncle arrived and took us to the other room. He took us to his house for a few days because my aunt didn’t handle these matters very well.
During those three to four days at my uncle’s house, my mom told me that he had a friend at a religious school in Karachi. They discussed my sister’s condition, and he gave us some special white plates to administer a remedy over seven days. My mom started giving her the remedy, but my sister resisted the first day. However, by the third day, she began to show improvement. She returned to her normal routine, praying and everything.
Meanwhile, my cousin's wedding preparations were ongoing. On the day we were to give her the sixth plate of the remedy, we went to the henna ceremony, and everything went well. Around 2-2:30 AM, after everyone had fallen asleep, there was a loud, strange scream that woke everyone up except my younger sister.
At that time, only my mom and dad knew about what had happened to her. My mom dismissed the scream, thinking it was just noise outside, as boys often make a racket at night.
On the seventh day, my mom went shopping for wedding preparations. At home, only my cousins and I were present. When my mom returned, she found my sister in a bad state again, and her voice had changed back. She was throwing things around and started crying.
My mom and I took her to my uncle’s house, where he called his friend who dealt with these matters. We took a rickshaw home, and the rickshaw driver noticed my sister’s condition. He insisted that my mom take her to the hospital, but she refused, saying we were taking her home. The driver recommended we visit a good cleric nearby, saying he would help us.
When we got home, my sister was still crying. My mom brought the last plate of the remedy, and as soon as my sister drank from it, she fainted. After a few minutes, she woke up screaming that a man was standing by the window.
My mom, used to using spiritual remedies, sprayed water around the house. Slowly, things calmed down, and my sister fell asleep. The next day, she was fine. We contacted my uncle, who checked on her and assured us she was okay. He warned us to keep her away from strong scents and anything unusual.
That day, and up until now, it's been about 10-12 years, and thankfully my sister is doing well. However, her temperament has become quite volatile since then. We have to be careful not to upset her.
You know how these incidents leave an impact. Despite everything, she got married and has a child now.
As for her temper, does it just affect her husband or the entire family? No, it’s more frequent now. She used to be very soft-spoken, but after that incident, she gets angry very quickly. We’ve checked her health, and thankfully everything is fine.
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