YouTuber sells soul Halloween Horror Nights: haunted Hollywood Voss events
- Umm-e-Sidrah
- Oct 27
- 10 min read
Updated: Dec 6
It was the evening of October 31st, Halloween night; the air was thick with eerie anticipation. Sara was seething with frustration. She had poured her heart into creating a horror video, yet hardly anyone had watched it. Views had stubbornly refused to climb, stuck at the same low number while every other channel around her seemed to be racing ahead.
Her efforts felt wasted. She had tried everything, pulling out all the stops but the views remained frozen, refusing to rise. Irritated, she slammed her laptop shut.
From below, the distant clamor of children drifted up. Halloween was officially underway. Kids had spilled into the streets, clad in gaudy, ghostly costumes, laughter and shrieks mixing in the crisp night air.
Even her friends had nudged her to join in, urging her to come downstairs. With a bitter, sarcastic chuckle, Sara let out a sigh. The same old costume, four years old, hung in her closet.
She remembered asking her father for a new costume this year. “Not possible,” he had said. “Maybe next time.” But that next time had never come.
Her family was Muslim, yet like many others, they had their own traditions. They celebrated every festival, regardless of what religion dictated. Her parents never taught her about what to do and what to not do according to Islam.
Sara lingered in her thoughts, half-distracted, when a friend’s voice cut through the quiet.
“What’s up? Let’s go Trick or Treat!”
Sara hesitated. A small part of her wanted to say no, but another part whispered, Why not? What else am I even doing?
She grabbed her costume, dragging it from the closet. Tonight, she would step into the night.
Deal with Dabbah on Halloween night (2025)
It was Halloween night. Everyone was celebrating in their own way, dressed in all sorts of spooky costumes. Sara was with her friends, going door to door for “trick-or-treat.” Though she wasn’t a child anymore, her friends’ playful mischief had pulled her along.
“I’m getting bored,” she said. “You guys take the candies; I’ll just see what’s ahead.”
Sara walked down the dark alley, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. Dry leaves crunched under her shoes with every hesitant step, the sound echoing unnaturally in the still night. The laughter and music from the Halloween celebrations behind her had faded into distant murmurs.
Ahead, the figure waited, half-human, half-beast, its mask glinting in the dim streetlights. Sara’s heart pounded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Every instinct screamed for her to turn back, but the curiosity, the desire for recognition, pushed her forward.
“Sara,” the creature said, its voice sliding like silk and steel over her nerves. “You want to be seen, don’t you? To be famous. To have the world at your feet.”
Sara swallowed hard. “I… I want to be successful,” she admitted.
“Then I can help you,” it whispered, stepping closer, the shadows around it bending unnaturally. “All I ask is one condition. Just one. Accept it, and the world will bow before you.”
“Your words are powerful,” the creature continued. “I will give you content words, ideas, visions that will make your videos go viral.
But you must deliver them exactly as I tell you, with the Qur’an’s verses as a cover. No one will suspect. Muslims will see only your voice, your expression. And you… you will rise higher than ever before.”
Sara’s fingers clenched in her pockets. “And if I refuse?”
“Then your channel will remain invisible. Your talent wasted. Watching others succeed while you remain forgotten.”
The air grew colder. A faint wind carried the smell of burnt earth and something else something ancient. Sara shivered. Her eyes darted around the empty grove, but the figure seemed untouchable, unshakable.
Finally, driven by desperation, she nodded. “I’ll do it. What do I have to do?”
The creature produced a parchment, black at the edges, the letters moving slightly as if alive.
“Sign this,” it said. “Your promise. Your first step toward greatness. One condition and the world will be at your feet.”
Sara’s hands shook as she signed without reading, her pen scratching across the paper. A low, resonant hum filled the air, vibrating in her chest. The strange creature leaned closer, whispering words she barely understood. They were sharp, rhythmic, almost musical and yet, they made her skin crawl.
That night, back in her room, Sara uploaded her first video using the content the creature had given her. She acted naturally on camera, speaking directly to her audience. Behind her voice, unseen by viewers, were the subtle words the creature had instructed her to hide under the Qur’an verses.
The result was instantaneous (immediate). Notifications flooded her phone. Views skyrocketed into the millions. Comments poured in. Her small channel transformed into a sensation overnight.
Sara smiled, heart racing, feeling invincible. The demon, though never appearing in person again, continued to guide her through phone messages, providing more content. She barely had to work. The fame, the luxury, the attention, it all came to her effortlessly.
But as time passed, the subtle unease began. Her mind felt strange; as if something else was guiding her actions. Shadows seemed longer, whispers lingered behind her own words, and she sometimes caught herself repeating phrases she didn’t remember learning.
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For years, her life became a dream. Luxury, money, followers, success everything she had ever wanted. She hardly had to work; the content came to her. And the demon, though absent in person, continued to guide her through phone messages.
But five years later, her fame began to fade. Views dropped, and her once-adoring audience began to drift away.
Then one night, a call came. The voice was familiar.
“I see your views are dropping,” it said. “You must remake the video about Dabbat al-Ard. People will think you are repeating content, but if you show it as something you saw yourself, it will succeed again.”
Sara hesitated. “But…”
“You must do it exactly as I say,” the voice hissed. Fear ran through her. She had grown experienced, but the tone carried a terror she could not resist. She obeyed. That night, as she recited the Qur’anic verse over the video, she forgot the demon’s whispered words. And that’s when everything went wrong.
Suddenly, outside her window, a horrifying face appeared unlike anything she had ever seen. She froze, her body trembling. Her audience witnessed it too:
“Sara! You really saw it?”
But Sara was no longer fully there. Her mind had lost control. The demon had arrived in reality because she had broken the terms of their contract. He wanted her soul.
That night, a chilling presence appeared outside her window, the face the demon had promised. Sara froze, realizing that breaking the conditions had consequences. The whispers in her room grew louder, circling her like a storm, testing her courage, her faith, and her mind.
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That night, while Sara’s mother was consulting the Islamic scholar, and her father had entered her room, a shiver ran through Sara’s body.
She was seized by a horrifying vision: the demon, the creeper, was dragging her beneath the water in her dream, holding her down, relentless, intent on suffocating her, letting her gasp for air until it ceased entirely. But Allah protects whom He wills; a blinding, divine light pierced through the darkness. Quranic verses echoed through the room, and the demon recoiled, releasing her at last but it would not abandon its pursuit.
Anger now burned hotter than ever within it. Sara had broken the contract. Worse, her mother had sought guidance from a true Islamic scholar. The scholar and her father’s spirit, aligned and resolute, were preparing to confront this infernal creature. As long as her mother remained with them, the demon could not take Sara… yet it seethed with anticipation, a storm of malice gathering for its next strike.
The deal had been struck on Halloween night itself. That night’s shadow now loomed close, and within the following ten days, the demon had to complete its grim work. Every day, every night, became a living hell for Sara. For the wealth, the fleeting fame, she had bartered away her faith, unknowingly trespassing into the forbidden realms of sorcery. She had invoked the Quran in desecration, entangled herself in witchcraft alongside a demon, sealing her fate with a pact of hellfire.
Unaware of the true horror she had unleashed, her parents watched helplessly, paralyzed with fear, as her body twisted and contorted, becoming a hollow, grotesque shell of what she once was. Her form was no longer human; it had become a vessel of dread, a reflection of the torment she had invited into their lives.
The air was thick with cries, suffused with the stench of dark magic, and the demon’s laughter slithered into the corners of the room, jagged and cruel. It whispered, promising power, wealth, and the illusion of control, but beneath the seductive words lay the abyss. The spell had been cast; the contract was alive. And Sara, trembling and broken, now faced the unspeakable horror of her own choices.
Halloween night: Fight against Devils
It was Halloween night. Outside, laughter filled the air, children in masks, candles flickering in hollow pumpkins, streets alive with joy. But inside Sara’s house, there was silence.
The kind of silence that comes before a storm.
The Lady Scholar had arrived after the night prayer. Her face carried both faith and fear, a calm before a spiritual war. She looked straight at Sara’s mother and said quietly:
“He will come tonight… with all his power.”
Sara’s mother froze. Her hands wavered. The wind outside howled, sneaking through the cracks of the old wooden door. The candlelight flickered then dimmed.
And then he came. That dark shadow that had haunted Sara’s videos for days.
Now, it stood right there watching. The room sank into darkness so thick it felt alive.
Scholar closed her eyes and whispered,
“Tonight, the light of the Qur’an will face the fire of the Devil.”
With a firm, faithful voice, she began to recite. Not as a ritual, but as a battle cry wrapped in sacred verses.
"أَعُوذُ بِكَلِمَاتِ اللَّهِ التَّامَّاتِ مِنْ شَرِّ مَا خَلَقَ"
"A‘udhu bi kalimatillahi-t-tammati min sharri ma khalaq"
"I seek refuge in the perfect words of Allah from the evil of what He has created."
The moment the verse echoed, a radiant light burst from her palms. Not fire, not electricity but pure illumination. It swept across the room like a divine tide.
The demon shrieked, its body twisting, peeling, transforming. It took on the monstrous shape of a false creature, a demonic imitation of Dabbah crafted from black magic and blasphemy on the night of Halloween.
Its scream tore through the room as smoke and flame burst from its core.
Sara’s mother cried out,
“Ya Allah! Forgive my daughter! She was foolish she didn’t know!”
Her voice cracked as tears streamed down her face.
“It’s my sin. I never taught her the Qur’an… I never told her the sanctity of the verses she mocked for views.”
Her cries filled the house, blending with the shrieks of the burning shadow.
Then it happened; Sara’s body began to shake violently. Her eyes rolled back, her throat released guttural sounds that didn’t belong to a human. It was as if her soul was being pulled out of her body.
And then
Silence.
Only the echo of the Qur’anic verse lingered, glowing faintly in the air. Scholar kept reciting, her voice trembling but unstoppable. The room filled with blinding light then slowly, the darkness faded away.
Sara lay motionless on the floor. Scholar fell to her knees, whispering through her tears:
“The Light has won…but Sara will never be the same again.”
Her mind was gone, twisted, broken. A soul forever marked by the sin of turning divine words into entertainment and blending unknown creatures with lies.
Judgment of Light
When the light spread through the room and the darkness began to fade, Lady Scholar’s trembling voice fell silent. A deep stillness filled the air. The flame of the lamp straightened, and the dark, crawling shadow on the wall slowly dissolved into nothingness.
Only the light remained, a soft, pure light that seemed to touch the soul.
Scholar lady whispered,
“The light of the Qur’an never fades. But those who play with its light…end up burning in their own fire.”
The next morning, Sara sat silently on her bed. Drool slipped down her chin; her eyes were hollow, empty, like an abandoned shell. The fame and wealth she once sold her soul for on that Halloween night had taken everything from her in return.
She could no longer speak. Her face had no spark, no trace of thought, only a haunting emptiness. The psychiatrist sighed and told her mother quietly,
“Her mind is gone. She will never be normal again.”
Broken and desperate, Sara’s mother went to Scholar once more, hoping for mercy, for a miracle. But the scholar stood by the window, eyes distant, voice calm yet heavy with truth.
“She is reaping what she sowed.”
Then, in a trembling voice, she recited the final verse, a warning to all who mock or misuse the words of Allah:
“And when he learns something of Our verses, he takes them in mockery. For such people, there is a humiliating punishment. Beyond them lies Hell, and neither their wealth nor those they took as protectors besides Allah will help them. For them is a severe torment.”
(Surah Al-Jathiyah, 45:9–10 Kanz-ul-Iman)
As she finished, the air felt lighter, but colder. Outside, the dawn broke quietly, washing away the last trace of the darkness that once ruled the night. The shadow was gone. Only the light remained.
Author's message for kids
Dear young generation,
The story ends here… but remember, you can never truly escape the devil once you’ve invited him in.
In the age of viral fame, beware of what you make sacred into a spectacle. Those who twist holy verses or ancient truths for attention, even in ignorance, open doors they cannot close.
Ignorance can be forgiven through repentance. But mockery has a price that no one can afford. The Devil doesn’t come with horns sometimes; he comes with a camera and a trend.
Think before you post.
Think before you use sacred words for fame, views, or entertainment.
Whether done in ignorance or arrogance, every act has a price, and every mockery of truth has its judgment.
💀 Don’t sell your faith for likes.
📖 Don’t trade your soul for views.
FAQ
What is Dabbah and when will it appear?
Dabbah is a mysterious creature mentioned in Islamic teachings that will show up near the end of times. No one knows exactly when it will appear, but its arrival is seen as a sign that big, important events are coming.
How can I protect myself spiritually from end-times events?
The best way is to stay close to your faith, do good deeds, and be mindful of your choices. Prayer, reflection, and living with honesty and kindness help keep your heart safe and strong.
If you want, I can also make it even more conversational, like something you’d tell a friend. Do you want me to do that?
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Because some stories end… but their warnings live on.
(جَزَاكُمُ ٱللَّٰهُ خَيْرًا)
Truth lives long,chilling in my spine
So true what an inspiring horror story