Rakarakia | The Serpent Jinn of the Fishing Net | Real Paranormal Horror Incident

Rakarakia | The Serpent Jinn of the Fishing Net | Real Paranormal Horror Incident 

Dear readers,

The terrifying incident I am about to share with you was sent to us by Sheikh Rabius Sani.

He is from Koramari village, Maheshpur Union, Kashiani Upazila, Gopalganj.

However, he did not experience this incident himself.

He heard it from his office colleague, Gias Uddin.

The incident took place in Majhikandi village, Enayetnagar Union, Kalkini Upazila, Madaripur, sometime around 1980.

The two men involved were Gias Uddin's grandfather, Afsar Molla, and his grandfather's close friend, Aroz Ali.

So, let's go back to that time...

Enayetnagar Union was surrounded by two rivers—Arial Khan and Palardi.

During the monsoon season, both rivers would become extremely full, and huge areas of land would be submerged.

Because of this, some of the villagers of Majhikandi made their living by fishing.

Some fishermen would fish at night using nets or traditional fishing spears.

Others used a traditional bamboo fishing platform known locally as a Veshal.

A Veshal is essentially a bamboo fishing structure covered with a net. It is placed along the current so that fish are carried into it.

The fisherman would stand toward the rear end of the structure, causing the front portion to rise. He would then pull the net and bring the trapped fish toward a designated section where they could be collected.

Afsar Molla and Aroz Ali were two such fishermen.

At that time, they were only around eighteen or nineteen years old.

They were young, strong, and fearless.

They preferred fishing at night because the darkness and silence often meant larger fish could be caught.

Their Veshal was located in the middle of a village wetland, beside what was essentially a pond.

When the water level in the wetland dropped, the pond could be clearly seen.

But during the monsoon, the entire area would become one large body of water.

That particular year, the water level was unusually high.

Both rivers were overflowing, and the surrounding areas had become completely flooded.

Afsar and Aroz would go fishing together every night.

They had a simple arrangement.

One man would operate the Veshal for half the night while the other slept in a small hut-like shelter built beside it.

Then they would switch.

That way, the two friends could cover the entire night.

One particular night, Aroz Ali was fishing.

Afsar Molla, however, had gone to attend a family invitation at a relative's house.

The plan was simple.

Aroz would fish from evening until around one in the morning.

Then Afsar would return from the gathering and take over.

Aroz would sleep.

But Afsar's relatives repeatedly asked him to stay longer.

He refused.

Around 11:00 p.m., he finally started his journey back.

By today's standards, eleven at night may not sound extremely late.

But in a rural Bangladeshi village around 1980, eleven at night was very late indeed.

The roads were poor.

There was very little lighting.

And traveling through the countryside at that hour could take considerable time.

Afsar wasn't afraid.

Before leaving, he stopped at a small shop.

The shop was already closed.

He called the shopkeeper and asked him to open it.

He bought a packet of biri, a traditional hand-rolled cigarette.

He had no fear in his mind.

He lit one and began walking.

When that biri was almost finished, he used its burning tip to light another one.

Then another.

He planned to keep doing this until he reached the Veshal.

Unfortunately, the shopkeeper had no matches left.

Afsar had money with him, but there were no matches to buy.

He also carried a three-cell flashlight.

But its batteries were already weak.

And the shopkeeper had no batteries either.

So Afsar simply continued walking.

He walked along the narrow earthen path beside the flooded wetland.

About twenty minutes passed.

Then suddenly...

Someone called his name from behind.

"Afsar ভাই... Afsar ভাই! Wait!"

Afsar stopped.

He turned around.

And he saw a man he recognized.

It was Hasan, someone from the very house where he had just attended the invitation.

Hasan smiled and said,

"Afsar ভাই, what happened? You left without even telling me!"

Then he casually added,

"Anyway, never mind. Give me a biri. I want to smoke."

Afsar didn't think anything of it.

He simply handed him the biri he was smoking.

Then he pulled another biri from the packet.

He was about to light it from the burning end of the first biri.

But Hasan did something strange.

The moment he received the cigarette...

He threw it straight into the water.

The biri landed in the water and immediately became completely soaked.

The flame went out.

Afsar stared at him in disbelief.

He said,

"What are you doing? You didn't even smoke it! You threw it into the water. How am I supposed to smoke now?"

Hasan said nothing.

He simply replied,

"Keep walking straight. I'm behind you."

Afsar became irritated.

He didn't appreciate this kind of joke.

There was some moonlight that night.

Not enough to see everything clearly, but enough to recognize someone's face.

So he continued walking.

Then he noticed something else.

His flashlight had completely died.

The old dry-cell batteries had no charge left.

Back then, rechargeable batteries were not commonly available like they are today.

Once those batteries died, they were simply useless.

Afsar continued walking angrily.

He didn't bother turning around.

He could still hear footsteps behind him.

He knew Hasan was following.

Then suddenly...

The footsteps stopped.

Afsar kept walking.

And then he heard something else.

Fsssss...

A strange hissing sound.

Like the sound of a snake.

He stopped.

Slowly...

He turned around.

And what he saw...

was something he had never been prepared to see.

Standing behind him was a creature that looked somewhat like a dog.

But it wasn't a dog.

It was walking on two legs, balancing itself the way a human being walks.

And it had eyes.

But there was something horribly wrong with them.

Its two main eyes were enormous.

And when Afsar looked more closely...

It seemed as though its entire body was covered with countless tiny eyes.

Hundreds of little eyes...

Blinking.

Opening.

Closing.

All over its body.

And from the creature came that same terrible hissing sound.

Fsssss...

Under the weak moonlight, Afsar could see strange black markings across its body.

Between the black markings, there appeared to be yellowish patches.

The moonlight made the yellow difficult to distinguish clearly.

But Afsar could still make out the strange yellow-and-black pattern.

At that moment, he understood.

This was not Hasan.

Something had taken Hasan's appearance.

And that was why it had thrown his cigarette into the water.

Afsar didn't wait another second.

He closed his eyes...

and ran.

He ran as fast as he could.

While running, he desperately recited every prayer and verse he could remember.

He didn't know how long he ran.

He didn't know where he was going.

He only knew one thing—

he had to get away.

Eventually, his consciousness faded.

And when he finally became aware again...

he was lying in his own house.

It was morning.

Around 8:15 a.m.

His entire house was filled with relatives and villagers.

Afsar's father came to him and said,

"You were taking so long to return, so I went toward the edge of the village looking for you. I found you lying on the ground and carried you home."

Afsar looked around.

Then he realized something.

His closest friend, Aroz Ali, wasn't there.

He immediately asked,

"Did Aroz come to see me?"

His mother looked at him with a deeply worried expression.

Then she said,

"Get up. We need to go to Aroz's house."

Afsar noticed that his mother's face looked unusually pale.

Something was clearly wrong.

He followed her.

When they reached Aroz Ali's house...

Afsar froze.

The entire house was crowded with people.

Villagers were entering and leaving.

And from inside came the sound of crying.

Afsar walked into the courtyard.

And then...

he became completely speechless.

There, lying motionless in the courtyard...

was the body of his closest friend.

Aroz Ali was dead.

His body was covered with a sheet up to the neck.

People kept coming to see him, so his face had not been completely covered.

Afsar asked what had happened.

The family told him something horrifying.

The very night Afsar had gone to the family gathering...

Aroz Ali had drowned.

But there was something strange about his death.

Aroz was an excellent swimmer.

And the place where he had supposedly drowned was the section of the Veshal where fish were collected.

The water there wasn't deep.

At most, it came up to a person's waist.

So how could an excellent swimmer like Aroz Ali have drowned there?

No one had an answer.

The villagers believed that something supernatural might have been involved.

But what could they do?

A man had died.

They followed the Islamic funeral rites and buried him.

For almost a year afterward, everything remained normal.

But Afsar was never the same.

He no longer went fishing as often as before.

His best friend had died while fishing at night.

The fear stayed with him.

Eventually, however, another fishing season arrived.

And one night, Afsar decided to return to the Veshal.

He went out and began fishing.

Everything seemed normal.

Until suddenly...

he felt someone push him from behind.

It felt as though something was trying to knock him off the Veshal and into the water.

Fortunately, by the mercy of Allah, Afsar managed to grab a bamboo pole.

His body slipped downward, but he didn't fall into the water.

He somehow pulled himself back up and sat where he had been.

He looked around.

There was nobody there.

Not a single person.

Afsar immediately stopped fishing.

He returned home.

Nothing happened on the way back.

But from that very night...

he developed a terrible fever.

Day after day, his condition became worse.

The family took him to doctors.

Various medical tests were performed.

But nothing was found.

No illness could explain his condition.

Eventually, Afsar's maternal uncle told his mother,

"You've shown him to doctors. Why don't we also try traditional treatment? If the doctors can't find the problem, perhaps something else is going on."

Through a friend, they learned about a Kabiraj from Panchagarh.

At that time, communication was nothing like it is today.

There were no mobile phones.

Long-distance communication often depended on letters.

So Afsar's family contacted the Kabiraj by letter.

The Kabiraj replied that it would take him two or three days to reach them.

He would first travel by train, then by bus, eventually reaching Dhaka.

From Dhaka, he would travel by launch toward Madaripur.

Finally, the Kabiraj arrived.

He was surprisingly young—around thirty-two to thirty-five years old.

When he entered the house, Afsar was sitting on the veranda.

Everyone noticed something strange.

As the Kabiraj approached the house, he suddenly started saying things like,

"Move... move away..."

It was as though he was trying to drive something away from the entrance.

By then, Afsar had become almost skeletal.

His body had wasted away terribly.

The Kabiraj performed his own spiritual rituals and began Ruqyah.

But nothing seemed to work.

Then he told Afsar's mother something disturbing.

According to him, when he had approached the house, he had seen countless snakes moving around the property.

They were not ordinary venomous snakes.

They looked like the large yellowish snakes with black markings that villagers commonly call dhora snakes.

But these were unnaturally large.

And according to the Kabiraj, only he could see them.

He then gave the family a strange treatment plan.

Afsar had to bathe for forty-one days using water from seven different ponds.

For the first six ponds, he would use each pond's water for six days.

Six ponds multiplied by six days made thirty-six days.

Then, for the final five days, he would use water from the seventh pond.

Total:

Forty-one days.

The Kabiraj also said he needed something prepared using the left eyes of two bats.

Finding bats wasn't easy.

Catching them was even harder.

The Kabiraj decided to stay at the family's house while the treatment continued.

A room beside Afsar's room was arranged for him.

Before going to sleep, the Kabiraj gave the family one strict instruction:

No one was allowed to enter his room without permission.

That night, at around midnight, the family suddenly heard voices coming from the Kabiraj's room.

It sounded like both a man's voice and a woman's voice mixed together.

The voice said,

"Kabiraj... this is my personal matter."

"You made a mistake by coming here."

"I will destroy this family."

"And I won't spare anyone from your family either."

The strange voice continued for some time.

Then...

Silence.

The night passed in fear.

The following morning, the family began searching for bats.

Eventually, they managed to find one.

The Kabiraj prepared something using it.

Then, around evening, he approached Afsar.

What happened next was something Afsar himself couldn't remember.

He later heard the story from his mother.

According to her, the moment the Kabiraj approached Afsar...

Afsar began making a strange hissing sound.

Just like a snake.

Then his skin began changing color.

Sometimes it became yellow.

Then black.

Sometimes different parts of his body appeared yellow and black at the same time.

At other moments, his entire body seemed to turn yellow.

Then completely black.

The Kabiraj stood in front of him and sprinkled something over his body.

Afsar began groaning.

Then he collapsed onto the floor.

His eyes remained closed.

But from his mouth came that same strange mixed male-and-female voice.

The voice said,

"Kabiraj... you have called your own death."

The Kabiraj then placed the object he had prepared from the bat's eye around Afsar's neck.

Immediately...

Afsar stopped speaking.

He sat upright.

And suddenly, he was completely normal again.

He could speak normally.

He seemed fully conscious.

But that night...

the family once again heard screaming from the Kabiraj's room.

They had been instructed not to enter.

So they waited until morning.

When morning came, they knocked.

No answer.

They knocked again.

Nothing.

Finally, they broke the door open.

And what they saw left everyone speechless.

The Kabiraj was gone.

He wasn't inside the room.

He wasn't anywhere around the house.

The door had been locked from the inside.

There was no broken wall.

No hole.

No sign of forced entry.

Nothing.

And then they noticed something else.

The bat that had been brought for the treatment...

was lying there torn apart.

The family was terrified.

But they had no way to contact the Kabiraj immediately.

There were no mobile phones.

Even ordinary long-distance telephone calls were complicated at the time and often had to be routed through telephone exchanges.

So they sent another letter.

Days passed.

Three days...

Then four...

Eventually, nearly eight to ten days had gone by.

Then, finally, they received shocking news.

The Kabiraj was back at his own home.

But he had no idea how he got there.

He said he had gone to sleep in the room...

and then opened his eyes...

and found himself lying in his own house.

He believed that perhaps an unseen Jinn—possibly one connected to him—had somehow taken him home.

He didn't want to explain much more.

But he sent one final message to Afsar's family.

He told them to continue the forty-one-day bathing treatment exactly as instructed.

Apart from that, he said he could do nothing more.

According to him, the Jinn associated with the situation had warned him not to continue.

If he returned to help Afsar again, he believed his own life would be in danger.

Meanwhile, Afsar's family found a pious Huzur from a madrasa in Shariatpur.

The forty-one-day treatment continued.

Thirty-six days passed.

Then came the final five days.

And on the forty-first day...

Afsar disappeared.

Nobody could find him.

His parents and maternal uncle became desperate.

They immediately went to the Huzur.

The Huzur told them,

"Give me one hour. Sit here and wait."

He went into his room.

Around forty-five or fifty minutes later, he came back.

But something had changed.

He was drenched in sweat.

His face was frightened.

He looked terrified.

Then he said,

"I sent my obedient Jinn to look for him."

"What it found was horrifying."

According to the Huzur, his Jinn had encountered a gigantic snake.

A snake so enormous...

that it could supposedly swallow two or three cows at once.

Its body was covered in the same strange yellow-and-black markings.

The creature spoke to the Jinn.

It said,

"I know you."

"But you don't know me."

"I am a fish-eating Jinn."

"I was banished from my own kind and lived separately with my family."

"All the fish-eating Jinn are afraid of me."

"You serve the Huzur and protect him, so I will let you go."

Then it delivered a message.

"Go and tell your Huzur that they are destroying my family."

"I will not spare any of them."

"And if anyone else comes looking for me, I will destroy them too."

Then came the most frightening statement.

"I haven't killed Afsar yet."

"But tonight, under the full moon, I will finish him."

The Jinn returned and told the Huzur everything.

When Afsar's family heard this...

they began crying.

The Huzur tried to calm them.

"Have patience."

"Put your trust in Allah."

"If Afsar's life is destined to continue, he will survive."

"I will do everything I can."

Then the Huzur gave them another warning.

He said,

"I am going to begin Ruqyah."

"But understand one thing."

"That Jinn may choose any one of you as a vessel."

"It could enter any person's body."

"But whoever it chooses, by Allah's mercy, that person will not be harmed."

"Don't be afraid."

"There will also be several Jinn loyal to me surrounding us."

The Huzur then drew three separate circles on the ground.

He sat inside one.

Other family members sat inside the others.

Before beginning, he gave them a strict instruction:

Nobody was to step outside their circle.

The Ruqyah began.

The Huzur continued reciting for nearly an hour.

Then suddenly...

Afsar's maternal uncle's body began changing color.

Yellow.

Then black.

Yellow again.

Then black.

Everyone realized...

the entity had chosen him.

He closed his eyes.

Five minutes later, he opened them.

His eyes were now blood red.

And he began repeatedly sticking his tongue out...

like a snake.

Then a strange voice emerged from his mouth.

A mixture of a man's voice and a woman's voice.

It said,

"Huzur..."

"Didn't I tell you not to disturb me?"

"You didn't listen."

But the Huzur ignored the voice.

He continued reciting.

Suddenly...

the uncle stepped outside his circle.

He began walking around Afsar's mother and the Huzur.

He looked at them and said,

"What are you thinking?"

"That I can't leave this circle?"

"Watch what I do to you."

The Huzur became deeply concerned.

His body was visibly trembling.

But he continued reciting even louder.

Afsar's parents closed their eyes in fear.

Then something even stranger happened.

Along with the Huzur's recitation...

they could hear many other voices reciting the same prayers.

It sounded as though several unseen beings were reciting alongside him.

The entity that had possessed Afsar's uncle could no longer continue walking outside the circle.

Something seemed to be pulling it backward.

Slowly...

it was dragged back toward the circle.

It entered the circle and sat down.

Then the voice cried,

"Stop!"

"Stop! I can't take it anymore!"

The Huzur stopped reciting.

But the voices around them could still be heard.

Then the Huzur asked,

"Who are you?"

The possessed man slowly stuck out his tongue...

and replied,

"My name is Rakarakia."

Then it said,

"Even the leader of the fish-eating Jinn fears me."

"Those two friends killed my two children."

"I killed Aroz Ali that night."

"Afsar survived only because his father came there."

"His father arrived later, so I left him."

"But I will kill him."

"I have already taken him."

The Huzur asked,

"How did these two men kill your children?"

Rakarakia began explaining.

According to the entity, one night the fishermen had been using a net to catch fish.

The current was causing the net to drift.

So Aroz Ali had placed a heavy brick inside the net to keep it submerged.

At that exact moment, Rakarakia's two children—who had taken the form of those same yellow-and-black snakes—had entered the area to feed on fish.

The brick landed on one of the children.

It died instantly.

The female child survived the initial injury.

But while returning home, another evil Jinn supposedly attacked and killed her.

Then, overwhelmed by grief, Rakarakia's wife also died.

He was left completely alone.

His entire family was gone.

And that was why he wanted revenge.

The Huzur then asked,

"I can understand why you blame Aroz Ali."

"But what did Afsar do?"

Rakarakia replied that although Afsar hadn't been present at the exact moment, the two men always fished together.

Therefore, he considered Afsar responsible as well.

The Huzur challenged that reasoning.

He said,

"Aroz Ali didn't even know there was a snake there."

"He didn't deliberately kill your child."

"He simply placed a brick on the net because the current was carrying it away."

"If people stop doing their work because something unseen might be hiding nearby, how will anyone survive?"

"People have to work."

"They have to fish."

"They have to feed their families."

"You cannot hide somewhere, take a different form, die because of an accident, and then blame human beings for doing ordinary work."

"If humans stop working because of fear, how will the world continue?"

"I cannot accept your reasoning."

Then the Huzur changed his approach.

He began another round of Ruqyah.

The entity immediately started shouting,

"Stop!"

"Stop! I can't take it anymore!"

"I'll leave."

"But I can't leave without taking revenge for my children."

"I've already killed Aroz Ali."

"I've taken Afsar."

"You'll find him on the Veshal."

"I will give him back."

Then it made a demand.

"But tomorrow night, after midnight, buy a black cow, a black goat, and a black rooster."

"Buy them together."

"Take them there and slaughter them after midnight."

Then it added,

"I won't harm Afsar Molla's family."

"But I will still harm Aroz Ali's family."

With those words...

the entity disappeared.

Afsar's uncle suddenly collapsed unconscious.

The Huzur said,

"Alhamdulillah."

"Everything will be all right, Insha'Allah."

He reassured the family that Afsar's family would be safe.

He also promised to do everything he could to protect Aroz Ali's family.

Nearly two hours had passed.

Then the Huzur said,

"We have to go to the Veshal immediately."

But the journey wasn't easy.

From where they were staying, reaching the middle of Majhikandi where the Veshal was located took nearly three hours.

They eventually reached the place.

And there...

they found Afsar.

He was lying on the Veshal, his legs stretched across the two sides, gripping the bamboo tightly.

His eyes were closed.

But he was alive.

They rescued him and brought him back.

The following night, according to the instructions they had received, the requested black cow, black goat, and black rooster were taken to the location and the ritual was carried out.

The next day, when people went back there...

nothing remained.

The cow was gone.

The goat was gone.

The rooster was gone.

There was no trace of anything.

By the mercy of Allah, Afsar Molla gradually recovered.

And unlike the fate that had been predicted for him...

he lived for many more years.

Afsar Molla eventually died in 2021, at an old age and from natural causes.

There was nothing supernatural about his death.

As for Aroz Ali's family...

they reportedly continued living normal lives.

No major incident was known to have happened to them afterward.

Perhaps the entity never returned.

Perhaps the entire story had another explanation.

No one can say for certain.

But there is one more detail.

Gias Uddin—the man from whose grandfather's account this story was collected—was himself seriously injured in a road accident on February 23, 2025.

He was still recovering when this story was shared.

He has asked everyone to keep him in their prayers.

We sincerely pray that Gias Uddin receives Allah's mercy and makes a complete and speedy recovery.

May he return to good health and come back among his loved ones soon.

Dear listeners,

That was the story of Rakarakia—the terrifying serpent-like Jinn who claimed to be the leader of the fish-eating Jinn.

Whether the events happened exactly as they were remembered, or whether there were explanations that were never discovered, the story has remained in the family for decades.

And perhaps that is what makes old rural horror stories so unsettling...

Sometimes, the scariest part isn't knowing what happened.

It's knowing that you may never know.

Dear listeners,

That was today's story.

Thank you to Sheikh Rabius Sani for sharing this chilling account with us.

We hope to receive many more stories from you in the future.