Haunted Places of Old Tehran

From the cursed water reservoir of Kucheh Gharibaan and the haunted bathhouse of Hasanabad to a house in Abmangol where smokeless flames astonished foreign journalists, Jafar Shahri's book "Old Tehran" uncovers the mysterious events of the capital's stone and fire rains, strange occurrences that challenged the line between superstition and the unknown in science.

According to ambassador Arjan; Old Tehran was once a collection of charming alleys and at the same time scary and mysterious places that people were afraid to approach. Places whose names were associated with elves, fairies and spells and no one dared to rent or stay in them. From water reservoirs and abandoned baths to houses that were suddenly targeted by stones or smokeless flames at night. Jafar Shahri, a well-known researcher and historian of Tehran, in his long-lasting book "Old Tehran" narrates amazing accounts of these unknown phenomena, from his objective observations in the story of the hail of stones in the neighbor's house to the presence of foreign journalists to record the mysterious fires in Abmangel; Narratives that are not designed to promote superstitions, but as a reminder of the fact that there are still phenomena in this world that human reason and science cannot understand logically.

It is necessary to explain more about the haunting of the places and the fact that some houses were really in an unnatural state, in the sense that the inhabitants were haunted by invisible creatures and were subjected to rain of stones and fire to the point where they were targeted by stones and fire from behind closed doors, and the water reservoirs and baths whose clients were afflicted with incurable and unknown diseases during certain hours and days. There was a frenzy going around, which included: the Jeni Reservoir in Ghariban Alley, Haft Girls Bath, and the Hassan Abad Intersection Bath next to the current fire department, which was constantly closed from the time it was opened until recently, that is, a few years ago, when it was completely closed, and was only open once or twice a year, and no bathhouse could manage it, and how much because of the rejection of these superstitions and the greed of cheap rent, which is why Notoriety, as the famous saying goes, "You've got it in your head", no one was under the burden of rent or commitment about it, they invested money on it, spent time, advertised, described, made advertisements and hoochies, and unsuccessfully rushed after their predecessors, and in any case, in the entire period of fifty or sixty years of their life, they did not put their hands on a bathroom that did not suffer many losses and losses, and was not forced to leave it, and a customer and a worker He has never seen any pain or bitterness from it, with one or two days of working there and one or two visits with various diseases, such as epilepsy, vertigo, fear, delusions, fainting, weakness, insanity, and the like, and it was so common that the sounds of it happened to be heard that from the time the tun was lit until it cooled down, someone would regularly say "I burned, I burned" from the furnace. The fire department is also part of the same cemetery" Surely Salehi, Abedi, a man of God is buried in the place of its furnace, this voice is from him!

But there are some facts about this from the author's hearings and observations that cannot be denied, and this is the fact that some houses were really destroyed by this, or the event, i.e. rain of stones and fire happened, as recently, during the height of civilization and the age of radio, television, rockets and airplanes, a house in the pass (Ab Mangal) belonging to Fayez or Fayaz Nami suffered a fire disaster, such that a fire suddenly broke out. The neck of one of the residents of the house falls on the back of the house, and the next day, the fire falls into the shirt of another of the residents of the house, and in the same way, one day a part of the carpet in the room catches fire, and when suddenly a flame rises from the closet and the chest, and sometimes the door frames are ignited, until the work is thought of as an enemy and enmity to complain to the police station and the police, and the officer and detective are dispatched, and some of them are injured and killed. And the noise and clamor from inside that people flocked to watch it from all sides and their descriptions are narrated in assemblies... When they reached the newspapers and news agencies, reporters from inside and outside rushed in and each group took pictures and videos at some point of the house and its objects. Their hearts are not attached to it, they use it for intrigues and some propaganda matters, but as soon as they enter the reception room, suddenly the frame, that is, the metal frame of the mirror catches fire. Or the color and polish of the metal, the frame, the wood, and the leaded objects, even the smoke and blackness of it has left an effect on the wall, from which he also took photos and videos, and others, who prepared each batch of documents, telegraphed to their centers with their confirmations, which they introduced among its strange things, and the photo of the brass frame of the mirror, which ignited evenly and evenly from all around, raised its luster in their newspapers. It was also reflected in us and the result is that after two weeks, an old man gets angry after receiving a thousand tomans!

Among other personal observations of the writer, there was a community of Isfahani who lived next to his house, who did not pay much attention to cleanliness, until once a year, according to the local habit, they emptied the toilet in the courtyard of the house, and mixed their waste with ashes and soil to fertilize their gardens. It came and went... Neighbors and the like were respected, until midnight when I was sleeping on the roof of the house, I heard the voice of Mashadi Hossein, that is, the owner of the house, asking me for help with the words "come, father, gather these people and your relatives!" After getting up, we went to his house with our families.

Mashhadi Hossein has opened the door to us with jokes and laughter, who are these forgiving fathers? He invited us to the porch, and they gathered around us with a wide carpet, a samovar set on fire, and it turned out that for four consecutive nights, stones were thrown at their house from midnight to almost dawn, and as soon as the mosque's muezzin rang, the stones were also cut, and they showed us that some bowls, jars, and dishes on their shelves and shelves had been hit by stones. It didn't come to me without reason that he had found information about those relationships in me, and I said that he was delusional, maybe an intruder throws something from the street, and he made a joke about it and said and we laughed that the samovar was also boiled, a couple of teas were consumed, the hookah, the only one of which had reached the end, was replaced, and there was no disturbance or noise. You... have not been disturbed in this one hour and we were talking when the sound of a blow, which was like the sound of a broken stone or broken brick, was heard from the branches of a tree from the bottom of the yard, and after that, another point and another rose from the door, wall, and glass in one of the rooms that had been targeted, and behind it, a piece of stone the size of half a pomegranate fell between us next to the samovar. And he added that this is their job every night!

Among the books that I had in my possession in the field of strange matters, including possessions and summoning of spirits and the discovery of pronouns and the like, and I was testing their authenticity, falsehood, and truth, there was an Indian manuscript book that spoke about these issues and gave an extensive description of the reasons for such events and rituals to achieve each of them separately, and at the end, a strong and thick curse letter to the finder of the book and the one who attained its teachings He had brought the uneducated, innocent, needy person with his knowledge. He had ordered him to go and bring the copy of the "examination test" that was chained like a mannequin with open hands and two legs, and filled it with incomprehensible lines and patterns. The nail was half crushed, and if the rain of stones stopped for a week, until it was hammered down, I suspiciously promised that they would be at ease and that there would be no more news from this moment, and it happened as I had promised, and there was no news of such an incident until ten years after we were near them, and they ordered the installation of a meter box on it to protect it after the electricity came.

I see the need for this explanation here, since I see the possibility of doubt in the reader of this chapter and strong doubt in some, that I myself... spent many years on their truth and falsity. And secondly, perhaps the problems and wonders that science, reason and logic are still unable to understand, and finally, with a little meditation, it may come to the conclusion that the undiscovered and the unknown, the unseen, are compared to the found, seen, and known, like a particle against mountains and a grain of sand against desert sand. Conditioned on accuracy between reality and mischief and differentiating information from all kinds and facts from superstitions and nonsense.