Paranormal Encounters: The Jinn Who Loved a Student in China

He is my best friend from school, a friend of my heart. When he told me what happened in his life, I found it hard to sleep at night myself, as if someone was standing nearby watching me. These are paranormal encounters I could not forget.

Two Friends in Xi’an

It was 2021. We had just finished our studies. The boys and girls of our batch were scattering in all directions in hope of the future, some to Malaysia, some to Canada, some to the UK, and many decided to stay in their own country. Going abroad for higher education was like a dream then. My best friend’s name is Sakib. With him was another friend, Imran. After much thought the two decided to go far away to study.

After a lot of searching and effort, both of them got a place at a university in China, at Northwestern Polytechnical University in the city of Xi’an. Xi’an is an old city with a lot of history, but the place was completely new for them. The language was different, the culture was different, the people, the roads, the food, everything felt strange. Still, with full hearts, they began a new life in China.

Beside the university was a hostel for students, quite upgraded, neat and pleasant. A huge six-storey building, quiet all around. On the sixth floor, the very top floor, arrangements were made for Sakib and Imran. The flats had an unusual design. One flat had two living rooms, a kitchen and two attached bathrooms. Walking three or four steps out of one room led to another room, and two more steps to the bathroom.

In that part of Xi’an, buildings had one strange rule: no door to the roof. Even if someone wanted to, nobody could simply climb the stairs to the roof. To get up there you had to find a ladder separately. Later they learned that the authorities themselves had made this rule, because in that area there had been a number of student deaths from falls off roofs. Whether from depression or some unknown reason, students had come to harm there. So access to the roof was completely closed.

The Ladder Left on the Roof

Sakib had gone there in 2021. In a flash a year passed and 2022 came. As hostel life is, with adda with friends and fun, alongside their studies, the days went well. When you find your own countrymen abroad, adda is a little better.

Suddenly one day some men came to the hostel for repair work. They brought a big ladder, opened the way to the roof and worked there. Work went on all day. When the work was done they left, but by mistake left the ladder behind. Seeing the ladder, an idea came to Sakib. He called Imran and the other friends and said, “Brother, we have been here a year and never saw the roof. Come, let us go up tonight for a bit of adda.” Hearing Sakib the other friends did not much agree. They said, “No need to go to the roof at night, it is closed anyway, and going there at night is not right.” But Imran and a few friends agreed. They said, “All right, let us go, just look and come back, what is the harm.”

It was quite deep night, everything around perfectly quiet, not a sound. The three of them slowly climbed the ladder to the roof. At night in that part of China there was a rule that the power of every area was switched off so that people would sleep early and go to work early in the morning. Only the foreign students’ hostel kept its power. But because of Corona that rule had changed a little.

The roof was quite beautiful, with many trees all around and a cold breeze blowing, and everyone felt chilly. They sat in a circle on the roof chatting, smoking cigarettes, the smoke mixing into the air like fog. But after a while a strange feeling began to come over them. The atmosphere grew heavy. It felt as if someone was near them, someone was watching them from very close. Sakib looked at Imran and his friend, and uneasiness was on every face. Sakib said to Imran, “Come, brother, let us go down.” Imran and the other friend said at once, “Yes, brother, let us go, the atmosphere does not feel right.” All three felt a jolt in their chests. Without saying more they went straight down from the roof.

The Child Who Flew

The story really begins from here. It was about one or two in the morning. Students in the hostel usually slept a little late, and some slept early. Sakib’s habit was to sleep a bit late, and he went to bed around two or two-thirty. That day too he went to bed a little late. But within a few seconds of his back touching the bed, he realised that his body was no longer under his own control. It had gone completely jammed. He could not move his hands or feet, no sound came from his throat, his breath was stuck. He thought he was falling asleep and perhaps dreaming. But he had not actually slept. His eyes were open, and he could see everything inside the room clearly.

From outside the window a small child came flying into the room. Yes, flying. Entering the room, the child began to play with joy. Jumping here and there, running about very happily. Sakib wanted somehow to scream and drive the child away, to give a loud scold. But not a word came from his mouth, his whole body was numb like stone. Playing, the child suddenly came to Sakib’s bedside and gripped his hand tight. An ice-cold hand. And just then it seemed to Sakib that his body was slowly regaining life. Without delay he held the child’s hand tightly. Though he could not speak, in his mind he began to recite Ayatul Kursi.

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As soon as he began to recite Ayatul Kursi, the child began to grow tall slowly. Sakib saw before his eyes that the child’s body was stretching like rubber, growing until its head touched the ceiling of the room. Then from its whole body a reddish glow like burning coal and smoke began to come. Sakib thought this must be a dream, that this could not happen in reality. He kept reciting Ayatul Kursi, feeling safe. But suddenly the child gave such a hard jerk that Sakib’s hand slipped, and at that very moment his numbness broke and he returned to a normal state.

But after returning to normal, what he saw dried up his throat. He saw the child push a glass kept on the television off, the glass fell on the floor and shattered with a terrible noise, and the child vanished in a moment out of the window. For ten full minutes Sakib could only think, was he dreaming, or did it really happen? His whole body was drenched in sweat. The broken pieces of glass lay scattered on the floor, proving it was no dream. The first day’s incident went like this. Sakib could not sleep all night, and spent the night sitting on his bed until morning.

On the second day exactly the same happened. As soon as Sakib lay on the bed his body went numb, and that child came again. As the day before, it moved around the room, annoyed Sakib for a long time, and left. The next day Sakib told the whole matter to Imran. Imran listened and became quite worried. He said, “You do not pray properly. Try to pray the five daily prayers. And before sleeping do some dhikr and adhkar and make wudu before going to bed.” Sakib said, “All right, brother, I will do that.”

Remote, Ashtray and a Girl With Black Eyes

After that Sakib began praying regularly. But he did not realise the situation would get even worse. The numbness grew even more than before. It got to the point that he would lie numb for hours at a time. It was not like ordinary sleep paralysis. As soon as he let his body rest on the bed it froze. It felt as if someone had put a heavy stone on his chest, and breathing was hard. With no other way, Sakib phoned his parents in Bangladesh. His father worked in Saudi Arabia. Sakib told him the whole incident. His father is a somewhat brave man. He laughed and dismissed it. He said, “Oh, this is nothing, your mind is playing tricks. You live alone, so you think wrong things. Do not think about this, focus on your studies.”

But the situation in the hostel was getting worse by the day. Sakib asked Imran to come and sleep in his room together. He was very afraid to be alone. Imran agreed and spread a bed on the floor of Sakib’s room. After that the two of them stayed in one room. One day some game was on television and they were sitting in the room watching the game and chatting. Suddenly the TV channel began to change by itself. One channel after another began to change very fast. Sakib thought Imran must be pressing the remote. Imran thought Sakib was changing it. Seeing that the channel changing would not stop, Sakib got angry and kicked Imran, “Hey, why are you changing the channel? Have you gone mad?” Imran said in surprise, “I am not doing anything, the remote is not with me.” Then both their eyes went to a corner of the bed. The remote was lying there by itself, nobody had touched it. Sakib at once got up and held the TV with his hand. And as soon as he held the TV, the channel changing stopped. Imran saw the whole thing and could not believe it.

Sakib was smoking a cigarette then. He had put an ashtray at the corner of the bed beside the remote to drop ash. The moment Sakib dropped ash into the ashtray, before everyone’s eyes the ashtray slowly moved by itself from one corner of the bed to the other. Seeing this, both Sakib and Imran froze in fear, throats dry, hearts pounding. The next moment both of them ran out of the room in one dash.

After this incident they did not keep the matter hidden among themselves, and told the other students of the hostel too. Students from many countries lived in the hostel: Pakistanis, Indians, people from other countries. Everyone began discussing the matter, and hearing it they were a little alarmed. The situation reached a point where Sakib decided he would not sleep at night at all, because this numbness happened only around two at night. Sakib stayed awake all night, and Imran stayed awake with him. In the morning they went to university, and after class they came back to the room at noon and slept. Two or three days went by like this without any problem. They thought, good, the nuisance has probably gone.

But three days later the same thing began to happen even while sleeping in the daytime. In daytime too Sakib’s body began to go numb, and in that state he would see that the child had come again and was playing as before. After being released from numbness, Sakib would realise that the child had left some sign behind. Sometimes it threw something down from the wardrobe, sometimes it broke something. On top of Sakib’s wardrobe were some empty boxes, a laptop box and a speaker box. Sakib kept them neatly arranged, but the child would throw these boxes down. After these incidents he would run in fear out of the room. Even in daylight there was no peace in his mind, and a constant terror worked within him.

One day Sakib came back to the room after class and saw that Imran was already lying on his bed, face covered. Sakib was tired too, his body could hardly go on after attending class all day. So without saying anything he went and lay down beside Imran. But as soon as he lay down his body went numb again. Imran was lying right behind him. Sakib’s eyes were open. Suddenly he saw Imran open the door and go outside. He thought, if Imran is going out through the door, then who is lying behind me? That means Imran had not been beside me all this time. Imran locked the door and went. Sakib’s body was still numb, but this time not the whole body, he had a little strength to move hands and feet.

Suddenly the strange thing lying behind him put its hand on Sakib’s hand. Sakib gathered a little courage. He thought perhaps some boy of the hostel was playing a prank to scare him. With this thought Sakib gripped the hand tightly. But after gripping it he understood that it was no boy’s hand. It was completely soft and plump, not rough like boys’ hands. Very soft, ice cold. Somehow Sakib turned his head backward. He saw a girl lying there. The girl’s face could not be made out entirely, but her hair was quite long, and her eyes were completely pitch black, with no white at all. And the girl was looking at Sakib with a strange smile. Seeing this scene Sakib could not stay there another moment. He began to crawl along the floor toward the door, his legs would not work. As he reached the door he heard the sound of the door lock opening. Imran opened the door and came inside. Entering the room he saw Sakib crawling on the floor. Surprised he asked, “What, brother, why are you lying on the floor?” Trembling, Sakib said, “On the bed, it is on the bed.” Imran at once switched on the room light. But there was nobody on the bed, the whole room was completely empty.

Friends in the Room

After this incident they got terribly afraid. Surprisingly, nobody but Sakib could see this entity. But its presence and its doings many people had felt. They called four or five friends from the hostel and said, “Brother, you all come and stay in my room. Sleep here, chat here, do whatever here. I am very afraid to be alone.” The friends agreed. The room became quite crowded. With everyone’s presence, a little courage returned to Sakib. They were all chatting. When someone made tea he would ask Sakib, “Brother, will you have tea?” Before Sakib could answer, an empty glass kept on the table would fly and crash against the wall. At the terrible sound of breaking glass everyone would startle. Then they would console themselves and say, “No, brother, I will not have tea.” They had actually become so frightened that they were trying to get over their fear with jokes and laughter.

Not everyone can stay awake all night. As night grew, everyone began to sleep. They had laid out many beds side by side in the room, some slept on the floor, some on beds. One friend went outside the room for some work. In the room then were Sakib and another friend. Sakib kept talking continuously to that friend so he would not fall asleep. But talking, at some point that friend fell asleep too, and Imran had been sleeping earlier. Sakib was awake in the room completely alone. Silence all around, only the ticking of the clock. Suddenly he saw the lock of the door open by itself, and the friend who had gone out came into the room. Seeing him Sakib felt a little courage, good, there was someone to talk to. The two began to chat again. But suddenly the atmosphere of the room became heavy again. They understood that that strange thing had entered the room again. It felt as if someone was walking about on the boxes kept on top of the wardrobe, the boxes themselves were moving. In fear Sakib signalled to his friend from under the blanket. The friend whispered, “Stay quiet, do not say anything.” They lay quietly. The thing began to jump about the room, someone seemed to run across the floor, the sound of heavy footsteps. After a while all the sounds stopped. After the sounds stopped, that friend who had come from outside fell asleep too.

Sakib usually slept pressed against the very corner of the bed, with the wall right behind him. Sakib thought everything must be fine now. It was nearly 3:30 at night. He thought, now he could sleep in peace. But as soon as he lay down, something began slowly to pull the blanket off him. Sakib pulled the blanket back over himself. But after a while it pulled again. This time the pull was quite hard, it felt as if someone from the back side of the wall was pulling the blanket. Then came such a jerk that the blanket slipped from Sakib’s hand. And just then Sakib felt that two ice-cold hands had gripped both his ankles tightly. Before Sakib could understand anything, the hands gave such a hard jerk that Sakib was thrown from the bed onto the floor. The sound of the fall was so terrible that everyone in the room woke, everyone sat up with a start.

Sakib could not hold back his emotions any more. Sitting on the floor he began to cry out loud. He understood the situation was going out of hand. This thing was now touching his body, dragging him off the bed. This was not ordinary frightening, it was a threat to life. The next day Sakib phoned his father and said, “Abba, I will not stay here any more, I am going home. Let my studies go to ruin, I will buy a ticket and leave tomorrow.” Seeing his son in such a state, his father now took the matter seriously, understanding it was not ordinary. He said, “All right, you calm down. I will speak to a great hujur in Saudi Arabia, let us see what solution he gives. Do not be afraid, Allah is our trust.”

The Hujur in Saudi Arabia

After a few days his father phoned again. Sakib was in the room with his friends then. Because there was a lot of noise in the room, he took the call and went to Imran’s empty room. But fear still worked in his mind. He thought, what if that thing comes in front of him again. In this fear he stood close to the door while talking with Abba, so that if any danger came he could run in one dash to his friends. In the middle of the call he suddenly felt something pass quickly between his two legs. Imran’s room was usually a bit untidy, clothes scattered here and there. Sakib saw that the clothes lying on the floor were moving by themselves and strangely taking the shape of a human, as if a body was being made from them. In fear Sakib shut his eyes and mouth. His heart was pounding, the heartbeat had risen so high that he felt he would have a heart attack, his whole body drenched in sweat. Like a madman he began to twist the door handle. Somehow opening the door he jumped out of the room in one leap and fell on the floor. Falling, his breath nearly stuck. The friends ran, took hold of him and sprinkled water on his face.

After that Sakib decided that he would not stay in that room under any circumstances. He submitted an application to the university authorities to change rooms. But the authorities rejected the application, saying all rooms had already been given to other students and no new room was free. Meanwhile Sakib’s father had contacted the great hujur in Saudi Arabia. Sakib spoke to the hujur on the phone and told him everything in detail. After hearing everything the hujur advised Sakib, “For the next three days you must not enter that room at all, stay somewhere else.” Sakib stayed in another room for three days. After three days he thought the situation must have calmed. The hujur had given some dua and kalam to recite too, but after reciting them the situation had gotten even worse. After three days when Sakib spoke to the hujur again, the hujur listened very carefully to the symptoms Sakib described. Then he said, “What is happening to you, these symptoms are not those of an ordinary jinn. My experience says that behind you there is actually an ashiq jinn. It likes you. First it took the form of a child and came to play with you, to deceive you. Then it took a terrifying form to make you mentally weak so that you would stay in its grip. That is why it will not leave you in any way.”

Hearing this Sakib fell from the sky. He said, “But I do not like any of this, how can I be saved?” After Sakib’s much insistence the hujur put the real matter in a roundabout way, asking, “Do you stay out until very late at night? Have you ever?” Sakib said that apart from that one day on the roof he had never stayed out like that anywhere. The hujur said, “The very day they went up to the roof, that day that female jinn saw Sakib and fancied him.” He said, “Do not be afraid, it will not bother you again, I have made arrangements.”

The hujur also told him that before leaving, the female jinn would take three things with her. After this, three of Sakib’s things really vanished from the room for good: a very favourite shirt, a wristwatch he used, and a passport-size photo kept inside his wallet. But after this, these incidents never happened to Sakib again. This was a terrifying experience from the life of my best friend.