A Mysterious Event
Dear friends, I would like to tell you about an incident that happened to me. I am from Van, I am 24 years old. I am the son of a family that makes a living from agriculture and animal husbandry. Every year, in the summer, we would go to the village and plant livestock and mostly wheat and alfalfa. One day, I went to the field to check the water of a field we planted. The field I went to was on a big and flat mountain, about 2 km from the village. When I got to the field, I saw that the water was not coming, so I thought I'd go and have a look. The water coming to the field comes from the bottom of the biggest mountain in our village, like spring water. The water coming to the field from the very beginning of the water broke out. After repairing it, I wanted to light a cigarette by walking slowly towards the field with the flow of water. Even though it's not windy, every match I light goes out. Either there was something strange or it seemed to me that although I finished the match, the fire was not lit and I really felt an energy behind me.
While I was thinking that the water was gone, I thought that the water had stopped and it broke out again. When I came back to take a step again, a voice very very close to me pronounced my name. I looked around and there was nothing but desolate mountains. Again the same sound and the same it was repeated 5 times. I was afraid, trying not to care, I was humming a song. I reached the water source, the water broke out from the same place, I repaired it again and started to go with the flow of the water. I think the water broke out again before I took 10 steps. I knew there was something strange. Matches do not light, water does not come, someone was pronouncing my name, while I was told that it was a game of our friends. I turned around again and a tall foreign bearded man was sitting at the source of the water, drinking water with his hand and staring at me.
I was terrified, and I said to myself, who is this, there really was a strange type of person in the man. I thought I was hallucinating. Because there are poisonous grasses on the mountain at the source of the water, no one comes to graze sheep and I said that no one can walk to another village while there is a road on that mountain. While I was pretending to be interested in water and thinking with fear, I raised my head, I wonder where it went. I looked a little further, it was coming down from the other end of the mountain. But even walking was strange, as if he was running. But every time I look at it, it creates a different feeling, believe me, I can't describe it.
I watched what he was going to do, and when he got downstairs I saw him bent down and picking up a scythe. Ohh, I said to myself, "Ohh, one of the people in our village got it to mow grass," I said to myself, "Well, it's not in the season yet to be mowed, there is about 25 days, so who is that scythe, God help me. The force to the soles ran up to the village. I went home scared. My fear was over, I had a cigarette with the youth of the village. It had been about 15 minutes. Well, I said just now, I went to the spring for field water, a man was mowing your grass. He said no such thing. He got on his horse and I got on his back and we went. It looked like grass or something was not cut, everything is normal, even the water of my field has reached the field. However, the last time it broke out, I fled to the village without doing it. Uncle Metin looked at me and said, 'Where are you kidding me?' I went out in the evening, the electricity was cut off, I lit a cigarette again, he said in a loud voice behind me, even though I look back, there is nothing but darkness, I froze in my place. Believe me, I felt in my body that something was touching me. I turned back, the door was closed, I light a match until it goes out. I look at the light, there is no one.. He says la, I don't know what it means. It means no in Arabic. I was so scared that when I opened my eyes, I saw that my mouth was crooked in fear and the whole village was on my head. Metin came to me, tell me the truth, I don't even want to remember what you saw in the field today, I'm afraid, I passed it off, I didn't see anything, I said never mind. I don't know if he's thinking I saw it, tell me what you saw, but I said leave me alone and went to bed and went to sleep.
It was morning, I got up, I went out, the water flow in the fountain ohh I said I should wash my face, I leave my hand to the flow of the water, my hand does not get wet. I screamed and woke up, it turns out it was a dream. I went out, the dream is like reincarnation, it was the same morning, the flow of the same water and I'm going towards the water, I threw my hand in the water with curiosity, my hands got wet, I laughed to myself, forgot the dream and washed my face, drank water and lifted my head, oh I wish I hadn't lived that moment that day. I didn't want to look into the black skinned eyes of the man in the same dream with his hands stretched back, as if his lip was burst. I shouted but I couldn't make a sound. I saw that he hit my body once. When I fell to the ground, I saw that his feet were like tree roots. The last time I opened my eyes, I was at the hospital in Van, the orthopedic doctor came to me and said that the horse that hit you in the scars was very strong, you have a chance, the doctor said what horse. There were those who saw that a horse hit you in the morning, but I was sure what I saw, it wasn't a horse and there is still a trace for 3 years where it hit, I can even send a photo of it if anyone wants and I haven't been to the village for 3 years. Shortly after that event, an earthquake occurred.
At 2 am on Sunday, there was a great shaking when I looked through the window, all the buildings were shaking as if they were playing a game, the earthquake stopped, we started to run away. Lastly, I was looking at the rooms to be sure of all my brothers. I saw him again in the last room I entered, but only before I blinked my eyes and then he disappeared. Afterwards, we went to my uncles in Diyarbakir, as a family, with the help of my uncle, I went to a very religious teacher and I explained the events alone. I don't know why they did such a thing to you, but when it comes to horses, they can be seen by everyone even with the human eye when they have physical touches, and people can see that strange thing hitting you. They were made to look like they were hitting. He said, "May Allah not show anyone what you see," he wrote a verse from the Qur'an and made an amulet, which I have never seen since that day.
