The Gnawa Master: The 105-Year-Old Sorcerer - Part 3

Part 1: The Timeline Confusion

As I was dictating the continuation of this story, I thought about stopping. Most people won't believe this anyway. They will just treat it as another one of those real horror stories people seek out just to experience a cheap thrill. But a voice in my head said, "Believe it or not, I am dying soon, and I don't want to take these secrets to my grave." Why shouldn't people know what is hidden from them?

You might be confused about the timeline in these true scary stories. You are probably wondering how I was a young boy in parts one and two, and now I am an old man close to death. Don't rush, my children. I am currently 105 years old. I am not the one writing these terrifying true stories down; I am dictating them to my student who is writing every word. I don't know how this narrative will reach you, but I am sure it will find its way to fans of paranormal scary stories.

Part 2: Return to the Cave

To not keep you waiting in these scary stories to tell in the dark, as soon as I returned to that wooden hut, I put my head on the bed and immediately fell asleep. When I woke up, I found myself back in the cave.

I spent 20 days in that cave, and I already told you what happened with the old man during that time. On the 21st day, the candle suddenly grew massive, brighter than I had ever seen it. A creature stood before me. He looked like a middle-aged man, but his appearance was more horrifying than anything you'd ever find in real horror stories. His face was covered in scars oozing a white substance. His drooping ears were attached to his head by what looked like threads. His eyes were entirely pitch black with no white in them. He had a thick nose covered in greenish pimples.

His torso was that of a man, but he had female breasts and very thin shoulders. His legs belonged to some unknown beast—they looked like cow legs, but with three thick toes. His thighs were human, and his buttocks were entirely covered in dense hair. I am trying to describe him in exact detail so you can truly live the experience of these true scary stories.

Part 3: Language of the Extinct

He raised his hand and pointed to the ground. I didn't understand. I asked him what he meant. He spoke to me in a language impossible for any modern human to know. It was the language of the first inhabitants of Earth before mankind—when demons, jinn, and other extinct entities ruled. I understood this language perfectly, even though I had never heard of it in any paranormal scary stories. His gesture meant "Welcome," and I replied with the same greeting.

Part 4: Spells and Talismans

He stayed with me for 10 days. He told me he would teach me three things: talismans, black magic, and how to use them. He taught me talismans to uncover hidden knowledge, spells to teleport from one place to another, and illusions to make people believe I was a holy man with divine blessings. When he finished, he warned me: "The knowledge is now in your hands. You must perfect it before your isolation ends. The only secret to leaving this cave alive is mastering this magic. If you fail or make a single mistake, you will die exactly where you stand and vanish."

I spent my remaining time training to reach a professional level. Soon, I was performing spells and talismans as easily as drinking water, far surpassing any fiction written in terrifying true stories. But there was one talisman that refused to work. I was doing exactly what he taught me, but I quickly realized the creature hadn't given me the complete secret. This specific talisman was meant to bring down a highly religious person—someone who prays at dawn, constantly remembers God, and avoids sins. This is the hardest and most powerful magic to cast. For the first time, I felt completely helpless, which is a rare feeling to capture in scary stories to tell in the dark, as I usually achieve anything I set my mind to.

Part 5: Footsteps in the Dark

Time was running out, and the candle was dying. As I was desperately trying to make the talisman work, the flame went out completely. Suddenly, I heard the heavy screech of an iron door opening, followed by the footsteps of a massive crowd walking toward me in the pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. For the first time in my life, I felt absolute, paralyzing fear. I remembered the old man’s words: "Aren't you afraid of anything? Let's see."

I will stop here for Part 3 of these real horror stories. We will meet again in Part 4.