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Tell me some more jinn stories!! They're facinating. I have some personal experiences that went on in my old house, a couple of years ago. Me and my sisters used to see people walking around our house, going about their business. And we saw the same people. My sisters saw them up close, and are able to remember certain details about them. One of my sisters kept seeing one girl in particular, while my other sister saw a woman in a maroon dress a lot (whom I also saw). Objects also used to dissappear and reappear in the most random places. The funny thing is that neither my parents nor my brother ever saw anything. I was never really afraid of them, just a little startled at first; then I got used to the sightings. My sisters were a little afraid. I had to calm one of them down. When we moved from the house, the sightings more or less stopped, except for a couple of isolated incidents. I saw a man, standing in the middle of a road at night. He was wearing a hat and a trench coat. In the time that I flicked my head, he dissappeared. It would have been impossible for a man to run for cover in that amount of time, especially without any sound. No echoing footsteps or rustling bushes. Just gone.

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Shussain, ha ha. Very funny.

Horizon, was it like that when you first arrived here?

T-dog: one of those you wished there was option # 3 on phone support. For english, press 1; para espanol numero dos; urdu KAY leay number teen :) haha

I can understand yiur dilema

Well trying and improving doesn't mean being able to put a serious sentence together. When I learn those crazy "kee" "kay" "kaa" things, then I know I've arrived. Ha, ha!

I just wondered if you lived in the States 'cause most people who try to help me are in...well, Pakistan. Hard to call and get a good idea of talking. It's easy for me to learn to write 'cause I got all the time in the world to creat a sentence. But speaking commands a faster logic and thought process, plus an additional need to learn accents. I say things and people don't know what the frick I'm saying, which is frustrating. Then they say the EXACT SAME THING back to me and I tell them THAT'S what i said. Ha, ha!

By States if you mean United States, then yes I live in Houston TX.

Hey I thought by now you would have got total command on Urdu. But i must say you are serious about learning Urdu as I have read your comments in other's JEs which proves you are trying and improving.

Hmm...I've heard that spirits are neither he nor she, but I wouldn't be the expert on this. Do you live in the States by any chance? I want my Urdu lessons, drat it!

Yes Wendy was the witch. Casper was a "he" ghost but ghosts can change forms and shapes, hence I am sure they can change sex too.....

Or was she the witch???

Well, it certainly appeared to be a female, not a male. As I recall Casper was a male...maybe it was Wendy?

U sure it wasnt Casper the friendly ghost dressed in a sari with a bindya? lolz

If seeing a full-sari'd and bindi (I'll never forget that part) at a high school grad party in bumf*ck Ohio could be considered normal. And her smile never wavered. That is what I remember the most. I mean I'm looking at her like, well do you want something, or who are you, and I tilted my head at one point. She just kept smiling so serenely.

I don't remember. I can remember the street's name I'm sure if I try hard enough. It's in Elyria, Ohio. Old farmhouse lands where I was. It was so strange though. I hear about encountering ghosts, but this was just...so normal if that makes sense.

Wow must have been a pretty sight to see a beautiful ghost...You mind giving me the address of the haunted house :)

Barsaat! Holy smokes!!!! At least my story was benevolent. She was just smiling at me so pleasantly. Never attempted to make contact or anything. Was just content to watch us play. She was young, and pretty.

I was at a graduation party in 1993. I would have been 17-18 years old. My friends are all goray and the one hosting the party is too. I had no contact with desi culture, and don't hate me - no interest either. Well, we were in the backyard playing volleyball and I had kids on my team. At one time I notice this beautiful Indian woman in full sari with bindi walking up to the side of the house. For some reason this did not seem odd to me (yes, duh!). She just seemed so calm and she had this serene smile on her face. Suddenly, the little boy on my team gets whacked against the head with the ball. He struggled when I immediately went to him to make sure he was okay. Then he took off at first toward the woman and I thought, okay she's his mom. Then he veered off like he didn't even see her!! She just kept standing there smiling at me. I was looking at her and I remember just looking at her like I couldn't figure out why she was there if she wasn't there for her child. I called up my friend afterward because before I remembered I never saw her again. I asked him if any of his neighbors were foreign. He said no, why? I ignored the question and asked if he remembered inviting any Indian people. He said no again. Likely thought I was needing meds. I told him what I saw and he just said, oh yeah, the house was always haunted. :0

Hussain:

You did not understand. See, the intriguing part is not that jinns married humans...the intriguing part is that in this particular case, humans married jinns. I am sure now you get it.

shauq: so someone raised a jinn's kid? was the kid a jinn too or a human/jinn hybrid? and what happend to his/her parents? intriguing. i've heard of jinns marrying humans.

i hear if you think about jinns a lot they'll come and visit you. i think about them all the time, but i never see them. i've heard stories, and even been to those places but don't see them. boo. if anyone of you are in the dc. and have ghosts in teh house, can i come meet them?

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