A Small Notion

I mean, yeah, this website is just the place where I share my experiences, whether they are from the past, present, or future. And believe me, this world is full of wonders. Some of them are easily interpreted, while some of them just look like they will make you a laughing stock in front of other people. Exactly those kinds of events may somehow intuitively tell you to shut the fuck up and move on with your life without telling anyone about them. But the thing is, I am who I am, and that means I gotta share things with others just to find answers to my questions. And my only good question when this shit happened to me was, "What the fuck is even that?" Yeah, that was my honest reaction.

Back to 2015-2017

Now I am in the dusty streets of Dangara, the place where I was born. It was an ordinary evening. I came back from school, ate some good food, watched some movies and videos on YouTube, and then entered my room as usual. Then my mom entered. My sister entered. The thing is, we had a room we called mehmankhane (the guest room). It was a luxury room reserved for guests if we ever had them. In Persian-Tajik tradition, each house usually has at least one good-looking room with a ready table for sudden guests, or "the blessings of God," which is how we often refer to guests. We didn't have many guests to serve in that exact room. And guess what happens when a room is not checked regularly? It can suddenly become a good place for some paranormal shit to happen.

The wall between our room and this guest room was shared, so we could clearly hear whatever suddenly happened there. And then we heard four knocks, two at a time. Now I gotta say, I had already shat my pants in my imagination. So we said, we gotta check whatever this paranormal buddy is doing out there.

The Interesting Part

The guest room consisted of a small hall with two doors: the entrance to the hall itself and the entrance to the main guest room. So we opened the first door. When we opened it, nothing happened. Then we opened the second door. The moment we did, my phone started charging out of nowhere. For a moment, I thought it could be Nikola Tesla hiding inside the room, but that was just a joke I told myself. "What is that shit?" I said, showing my phone to my mother and sister. "Alright," said my mother. She took out her own phone, and her phone started charging too, out of nowhere. So we searched the room and found absolutely nothing. It's like whatever was there said, "You can't see me, ain't gonna lie."

That's Not Even All

Okay, we forgot about that case and moved on with our lives. Then one afternoon, we decided to sleep. Everyone was pretty tired. We had a good lunch, so the food coma was guaranteed. We were sleeping when our door suddenly fucking opened. We looked at each other. This was the entrance door from the other side of the house. We said, "What the fuck is that shit?" And then we waited. Steps were heard. Three or four steps. And then that was it. Nothing else. We couldn't explain it.