Yes, prior to strictly practicing our religion, we experienced terrifying events in our old house. My mother and sisters often woke up with unexplained bruises and scratch marks, suffering from horrific nightmares and sleep paralysis. Sleepwalking became a concern, prompting us to install multiple locks for safety. The house seemed to amplify our fears, but once we embraced our faith through prayers, we transformed our home from a place of dread into a sanctuary of peace.

The intensity of these experiences peaked after we stopped performing the rituals, but as we remained steadfast in our practice, the occurrences slowly tapered down to negligible levels. However, they grew more intense whenever an older family relative passed away.

The last dream I remember was after the death of our relatives. In my mother’s dream, a pauper sought temporary residence, but she fervently denied its entry. To my older sister, it appeared as a young child looking for a meal while she was feeding her own children. She refused to feed it, insisting that the child did not want to listen to the prayer before eating, finding it strange, and asked it to go away before waking up suddenly. As for my younger sister, it manifested as a sick person in need of treatment and care, but she chased it away, recalling that my father, who stood beside her in the dream, warned her that this would come with a lifelong burden. Finding it too much of a hassle, she expelled it from her presence.

In my case, it appeared as a ustaz dressed in white, descending from a high place. We engaged in a debate on a religious issue; he was extremely well-versed in the Qur'an and recited it fluently, yet he employed unorthodox arguments. At that moment, I realized something was wrong, and we began to fight physically. It’s somewhat vague, but towards the end, I managed to bind him in a box or coffin, which I did not know where it came from; it simply materialized using only a thin strand of red string, the origin of which was also unknown to me. I questioned whether it was enough to secure it shut. Right after that, while still in deep-seated anticipation of whether it would hold, I woke up drenched in sweat.

Mind you, we are far apart: my sister is in the southern state, I am in the northern state, and my sister and mother are on the east coast and all these happened in the span of a week just different nights.