The Demon Who Possesses Children

The Evil Spirit That Takes Control of Children and Changes Everything

I had gone to my aunt’s house with my mother and younger brother. We often visited each other’s homes—sometimes my aunt would come to our place, and other times we’d go to hers. My younger brother went out to play with my aunt’s children, as usual, while my cousin and I were busy playing games on our mobile phones.

Two hours later:

Two hours had passed, and it was getting late in the evening. My mother called from the kitchen, “Go bring the kids inside. Your aunt is making tea, and they’ve been outside for two hours.” So, my cousin and I went out to get the kids, who were playing in the street.

 

We called them and brought them inside. My father had also arrived by then. We all ate dinner together and then headed home. My brother Kashif didn’t seem to be feeling well. He was quite sluggish and drained—perhaps he was just tired. We all went to bed.

The next morning:

My mother woke Kashif up, saying, “Kashif, get up! You’re going to be late for school.” But Kashif didn’t respond. When my mother touched him, she realized he had a very high fever. His body was burning up. My mother immediately took Kashif to the hospital with my father. Kashif was having seizures, and his arms and legs were twisted. The doctors rushed him into emergency care, and after a while, they informed us that Kashif had passed away.

My mother fainted on the spot. After some time, she regained consciousness, and some relatives also came over. Everyone was sitting and crying, and discussions were happening about retrieving Kashif’s body. Suddenly, Kashif walked into the room and stood before us. We were all shocked. The doctors had declared that Kashif was dead, but here he was, standing alive and well. Even the doctors were astonished at how this was possible.

The doctors wanted to examine Kashif again, but my father got into a fight with them, and we brought Kashif back home, safe and sound.

Everything seemed normal again. My mother and all of us began taking extra care of Kashif, but he was no longer the same. He didn’t play, he didn’t laugh, and he didn’t talk much. My mother resumed sending him to school, but when Kashif went to school, he met his friends and teachers as though he were seeing them for the first time. Everyone assumed that he was behaving this way because he had gone through such a traumatic event.

One day, Kashif wet himself while sitting in class. When the teacher scolded him, he started hitting the teacher and became completely uncontrollable. Other teachers tried to stop him, but Kashif was out of control. It took a lot of effort to calm him down and get him to stop attacking the teacher.

The next day, the principal called my parents in and explained everything, after which Kashif was expelled from school. The principal also advised them to consult a mental health professional for Kashif.

My parents were extremely worried about Kashif. They took him to doctors, but no treatment seemed to work. One night, my mother woke up and went to check on Kashif in his room. 

When she entered the room, she saw a massive creature standing next to Kashif’s bed. It had two large horns on its head and was terrifying to look at. My mother screamed in horror. Hearing her, my father and I rushed to the room. When my mother pointed towards the creature, we were both petrified at the sight of it.

We didn’t know what to do. We couldn’t move, and our voices were paralyzed. The house lights began flickering, and objects started flying around the room. Then, suddenly, everything became quiet, and the creature’s terrifying voice echoed:

“Who among you will come with me?

Who among you will come with me?

If no one comes, I will kill Kashif and all of you.”

In a trembling voice, my father said, “Please leave my son alone. I will go with you. Don’t harm him.”

My mother and I stood there helplessly, unable to do anything. The evil spirit had a hold over us, and then suddenly, it disappeared with my father. Everything became normal again.

My mother and I rushed to Kashif, but he wasn’t waking up. We took him to the hospital, and the doctors told us that Kashif had passed away.

Kashif had died that same day—the one who had appeared alive in front of us wasn’t Kashif; it was that evil spirit. Now, that spirit had taken my father as well.

We still haven't found out anything about my father. We tried everything, but two years have passed, and we still don’t know where my father disappeared.

SYEDA SHEHZANA HAIDER