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My haunted house in Baghdad

True story by Sam Redha

In the heart of Baghdad, where ancient whispers blend with the bustling city, stood a newly built house on a piece of family land. This house, meant to be a sanctuary, soon became a place of terror.I married my ex-wife, and we welcomed her five-year-old daughter, Angela, into our lives. But soon after our marriage, strange and unsettling events began to unfold. It started with noises in the kitchen, like cats playing with and breaking dishes. We heard banging on the doors and scratching sounds that sent chills down our spines.One night, my ex-wife saw me crawling on the floor. She spoke to me, but I just stared back, silent and unresponsive. It wasn't me; it was an entity, a spirit that had taken my form. The bathroom became a place of terror for her, as multiple entities seemed to play with her mind. We realized there was a portal in the house, allowing these spirits to enter our world.The situation escalated when Angela was slapped by an unseen force, causing her to fall and injure herself. My ex-wife, terrified for her daughter's safety, decided to leave and stay with her family until the house was cleansed. I stayed behind, alone in the house, facing the relentless torment.The nights were filled with the sounds of destruction in the kitchen and the eerie scratching at the doors. Shadows moved in the corners of my vision, and whispers echoed through the halls. I couldn't bear it any longer. I locked myself in the bedroom, but the noises continued. In a desperate attempt to escape, I ran to the roof and jumped to my parents' house next door. My mother laughed at my fear, not believing my stories.The next morning, my mother and I returned to the house. She was shocked to see the kitchen intact, but the new door was covered in scratches, as if made by tiny hands. I retrieved my Samsonite bag from the bedroom, only to find it covered in strange writing, neither English nor Arabic. A psychic later deciphered the message: "Get out. Leave the house. We don't want you here." The message was clearly targeting my ex-wife.Desperate for a solution, I found a holy man who agreed to cleanse the house. He spent the entire night performing rituals, chanting ancient prayers, and using sacred words to combat the spirits. The air grew thick with tension as he worked, and the temperature dropped, making the house feel like a tomb. After five hours of intense work, the house finally witnessed peace. The oppressive atmosphere lifted, and tranquility returned to our home. This peace remained until I left in 2010.Inspired by this harrowing experience, I began studying the art of combating spirits, learning ancient words and prayers to help others facing similar terrors. If you find yourself in a haunted house, know that you are not alone. I am here to help you reclaim your home and your peace.