Ok. Ive read through all the horror stories here and some are definetly freaky as fuck. As I type this on my smartphone late at night ive got my bedroom lights on still.
I definetly believe in jinns (ghosts) and have more then one story of em. However the scariest story I can not share. Its just too scary to recall and freaks me out still, even though I was 8/9 yrs old and am 30+ now.
Anyhow.... Family of 6 living in a not so old townhouse in Saudi Arabia. I shared a room with my older bro and it was situated in the front of the house. U could look out our window and almost see the front door directly underneath it.
It was late. 3/4 am. Everyone's asleep. I wake up for some reason and here someone turning a door handle and some weird creaking sounds. I wake up my bro. He hears it too. We confirm its not in our room. We step out of our room and hear this noise coming from the staircase. Im already scared at this point and tell my brother to wake up our parents. He says we shouldn't bother them with this until we know whats making the sounds.
We start walking down the stairs and hear it louder and louder. Its as if someone forgot to unlock a door but r still twisting the handle and pushing against the door to open it. So like a creaky kind of sound and a thud.
We get downstairs, him in front, me right behind. He turns the light on at the bottom of the stairs, from where we have an unobtrusive view of our front door. The door handle is moving up and down as if someone's trying to open the door.
My brother insists on getting a closer look. Hes only a year and a half older then me. Im still insisting we go wake mom and dad. He isnt listening. Curiousity has got the better of him. We walk right up to the front door and peer through the peep hole.... no ones outside. The handle has stopped moving. My bro says it was nothing and we turn around. As soon as we round our heels, the handle starts moving again and someone is clearly pushing the door trying to get it open.
My bother the brave holds the handle to keep it still and can definitely feel resistance. He unlocks the door and quickly opens the door!!!! There is no one outside?! He walks out and looks left and right and sees no one.
He tells me it must've been a prank and it's probably kids from the neighborhood. Im not buying it because no one can hold the handle one second and dissappear the next.
We lock up and get to the stairs. This time someone or something starts heaving against the door and the handle's moving out of control. I freeze in horror as my brother turns around and goes to the door. He looks out the peep hole and doesnt see anything. He was about to unlock the door and go out again when the door shakes like mad and someone now starts knocking on it.
I freak out and plead for him to come back upstairs with me. He doesn't hesitate this time and we ran upstairs straight into our room. I slide under the covers with him and cover my face with the blanket and try to hold my breath and stay as still as possible still hearing the handle move. Dont know when I drifted to sleep but glad I did.
Next day we tell our parents and I dont think they believe us. They never heard anything. They told us we are to stay in our room atnight no matter what.
From that day on a lot more freakier shit has happened. Maybe ill relay it some other time.