Story Chapter 20

This dude who is supposed to be Ece's uncle, was asking questions, he asked my age etc. I answered, he asked if you had seen Ataka's book, I said yes, he asked if you had ever organized a ritual, I told him that I had started a fire while trying to organize one, I told him when I first witnessed a ritual, I made noise in Ataka's room when I was supposed to just sit quietly and that ritual was the first ritual I had witnessed and it also had a bad outcome, he asked if this was the first thing you had experienced outside of the ritual, I said no, I told him that I had heard voices in Ataka's room before, someone was calling from the door, he said they sent you 5 from the *** tribe, they are really strong but everyone has a weak point, he asked me for some materials, I am not writing this here, I found them and brought them. I gave the materials to the man, there was a room in the back, it was about 30 m2, but he had bricked the window of this room, it was oppressive and pitch dark, he turned on the light as we entered the room, despite turning on the light, that oppressive atmosphere did not lose its dominance, perhaps the reason for this was the rituals he had performed here countless times before, those sins were nestled like spider webs in every corner of this room, the room was generally empty, but the table in a corner was the first thing that caught the eye, when you looked at the room in detail, a large full-length mirror on the floor facing the wall, 4 chairs, paper and pen on the table, candles, and a deep plate stood out, the man put the materials I brought on the table without sitting on one of the chairs, separated them and put them in the plate, started writing on one of the papers on the table with the pen on the table, I was just watching, it was obvious from all this preparation that it was a much more serious ritual than what Ataka had done, the chairs He told us to sit down, and although I had said no matter what until that moment and suppressed my fears, when it came to this point, I could no longer control the shiver inside me, despite what I had experienced, seen and nightmares. 

We sat on the chairs as he told us, one of the chairs was empty, he lit the candles on the table, put the mirror on the table in the shape of ***, carefully placed the candles on the mirror one by one until they formed the shape of *** and lit them all, he divided the paper he had written something on in two and gave one to me and one to Atakan, he told us to read them at the same time when he told us these, even though Atakan knew more than me and was much more interested in these matters, it was obvious from the fear and anxiety on his face how much he was afraid of this ritual, when I looked at his anxious expression, various fears were sprouting inside me, but if I left here, these nightmares would continue, I would not have solved anything, I would stay here and do this no matter what, there was nothing I could do but trust that man and Atakan, who was the reason for all this, the man stood up, turned off the light, the inside was a little lit up from the candles, but that pitch darkness had not completely lost its effect, he came and sat down, He also lit a match to the materials, told us to start, we started reading, the man closed his eyes and read something from memory, but when I listened to what Atakan and the man read, I heard that the things the three of us were reading were different, I didn't know this at the time and didn't think much about it, but now I know very well that all three of us were doing separate rituals, and the reason for this was because the things we were dealing with were extremely powerful.

This time I would have an experience much more terrifying than the one I had at Atakan's house, one that would lead me to much deeper uneasiness, unaware of all this, I was reading the paper in the faint light emitted by the candle, Ataka's voice, the man's voice, my voice were mixing together in that room of sins, the light of the candles began to flicker slightly, the man opened his eyes as he continued to read by heart, as he read he was looking at the middle of the mirror, suddenly his eyes became giant, his voice accelerated, he was reading while shouting, the flames of the candles rose, the smoke increased, they were moving in the room, it could be seen clearly from the walls, they were inside now, the teacher shouted and asked his name, I am *** oğlu *** he said, he asked his name again he said *** oğlu *** I am, what do you want from *** oğlu *** he said, he was talking about me, when my name was mentioned the fear inside me doubled, he said murderer. I know Arabic very well now, when I think about it, I remember very well what the person we called said, I don't know why either, but all the people we called or those who came without our consent speak Arabic, they can also speak to a man who doesn't know Arabic, you can understand that, you can give an answer, but you won't think of this as a physical event, my father swore that I was shouting in Arabic when I was talking in my dream, but I didn't know a single word of Arabic at that time, those who have experienced similar things will understand this situation, the man asked who the murderer was, *** son of *** he said, a wind was moving around in the room where everything was closed, maybe it just seemed like that to me, after what I've seen lately, but the fact that the candles were swinging from side to side proved it, there was a humming sound, shadows were already moving on the walls, the man said prove it, the necklace he said, the person we called, the son of Adam who killed our child, who was wearing a necklace, it turns out he was talking about the necklace Atakan gave me, this was the reason why the bastard called Atakan gave me the necklace and put my picture in it, the man looked at me you did you kill him he said, I said no I swear I didn't kill him knowingly and willingly I said, the man turned his eyes back to the mirror and the word came out of my mouth even though it wasn't very much wanted, I said Atakan, he did this I said, Atakan looked at me his eyes were wide but he wasn't looking at me with hatred, he was just scared, it wasn't me he was scared of, it was the one we summoned, the man turned to Atakan, is this true he said, Atakan didn't say anything, he didn't say lies either, he didn't say I killed him, the man immediately said read the papers I gave you again, he was reading it by heart too, when he started reading it the one we summoned called him a liar, the man leaned over the mirror, his face was touching the mirror, he was reading it loudly, the one we summoned just said a liar, what we did that day and what we read was a way of summoning him that we would give him the murderer of the child, otherwise they wouldn't come, that's why he called the man a liar, because he promised to give the murderer with words but he was trying to send back the one he summoned, that's why he told us to read the papers, the man he was reading, we were reading but he was just saying liar, he wasn't going, suddenly the man stopped, suddenly his jaw locked as if, he was leaning his face against the mirror and reading loudly, he only looked at the mirror and kept quiet, we thought he was sending what he had called back, we just looked at the man's face, at that moment the mirror cracked in a thin strip, the man's hands were moving involuntarily as if there was someone inside and he was bringing his arms behind his shoulders, he fell from where he was sitting to the ground, he seemed to be stiff, only his arms were going behind his shoulders as if someone inside was causing him pain, his jaw was locked because the gnashing of his teeth could be heard, the man suddenly started screaming, an invisible hand was writing something with ashes on his forehead, it was writing slowly and deeply because the screams showed this, but it was such a deep scream that you even feel sorry for such a filthy man at that moment, we had long stopped reading and were watching what was happening, when he finished writing on his forehead, the shadows disappeared, the wind disappeared as if, I got up and immediately turned on the light, the man was lying motionless on the ground, Atakan was more scared than me because he could not see what was written on his forehead He was reading, he knew Arabic, what he was writing was also Arabic, I looked at Atakan and he was reading, the word that came out of his mouth was ka-fe-re...

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