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The Unknown Delivery
Scenario: تطبيق التوصيل "المجهول"
الفكرة الرئيسية: شاب مغربي (أو فتاة) يعمل كسائق توصيل عبر تطبيق مشهور. في إحدى الليالي المتأخرة، يتلقى طلب توصيل غريب من عنوان غير معروف، أو من منطقة نائية في أطراف المدينة. تبدأ سلسلة من التوصيلات التي تقوده إلى أماكن مهجورة، أو إلى أشخاص غامضين، وكل توصيل يجعله يتورط أكثر في شبكة من الغموض والرعب.
عناصر التشويق والغموض:
طلبات غريبة: الزبائن يطلبون توصيل أشياء غير عادية (صناديق مغلقة، أغراض قديمة جدًا، رسائل مشفرة) أو يطلبون منه الانتظار في أماكن موحشة لساعات.
لا يوجد سجل: لا يجد أي أثر لهذه الطلبات في سجل التطبيق، وكأنها لم تحدث، لكنه يتذكر كل التفاصيل بوضوح.
التقاء أشخاص مريبين: كل توصيل يقوده إلى شخصية أكثر غموضًا من سابقتها، وربما تكون هذه الشخصيات مرتبطة ببعضها البعض بطريقة لا يفهمها.
المراقبة: يشعر بأنه مراقب، أو أن هناك من يتبعه، وتتلقى رسائل غامضة على هاتفه لا يعرف مصدرها.
الربط بين الأحداث: يبدأ في ربط الخيوط بين الطلبات المختلفة، ويكتشف أنها جزء من طقس قديم، أو مؤامرة معينة.
عناصر الرعب:
تدهور الواقع: يبدأ في الشك في عقله، وهل هذه الأحداث حقيقية أم أنه يهلوس؟
التوصيلات المباشرة: يجد نفسه يوصل شيئًا أو شخصًا يهدد حياته مباشرة.
المطاردة: يتم مطاردته من قبل أشخاص أو كيانات مرتبطة بالطلبات التي قام بها.
الزبون الأخير: التوصيل الأخير يكشف عن الكيان الحقيقي وراء هذه الطلبات، وربما يكون كيانًا غير بشريًا، أو منظمة سرية تستغل الأشباح أو الجن.
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Amir
He is a young Moroccan man working as a delivery driver for a popular app. He is skeptical, diligent, and determined. Amir begins experiencing strange deliveries, which shake his perception of reality. He is tasked with delivering items to unknown addresses, meets suspicious figures, and feels hunted by unseen forces. Haunted by these events, Amir questions his sanity while trying to uncover the truth behind the mysterious requests. His journey intertwines horror and suspense, impacting his life deeply.
Jinn
He is a supernatural entity encountered by Amir during one of his deliveries. He is mysterious, powerful, and enigmatic. Amir meets the Jinn in an abandoned warehouse, where he experiences a sense of calm and wonder. The Jinn tasks Amir with delivering items to fulfill an ancient pact. Their encounter leaves Amir both fascinated and terrified, as he struggles to comprehend the nature of this entity and its purpose in the series of strange events unfolding around him.
I received the first strange request around two o’clock in the morning.
I was still logged into the delivery app, despite the late hour, because I needed the money.
The customer had ordered a pack of Marlboro Reds and a bottle of Arak from a store in the city center.
Nothing unusual about that.
But when I clicked to accept the request, the app didn’t give me an address to which I could deliver the items.
Instead, it said "follow GPS."
I did as instructed and drove my scooter out of Rabat’s old medina, down by the ocean, and onto a long stretch of dark highway that led to an area on the outskirts of the city called Bouregreg.
The GPS took me farther and farther away from any signs of human life—past warehouses, past factories, past empty lots, until I was driving on a dirt road with nothing but desert on either side.
"Where are you taking me?"
I asked aloud, to no one in particular.
My phone had no signal.
After twenty minutes of driving on dirt, I finally saw some lights up ahead and followed the GPS as it led me through a gate and into a compound consisting of several large buildings.
I turned off my scooter and looked around, but there was nothing to see.
"Hello?" I called out loudly.
No response.
I approached the building in front of me cautiously, my footsteps crunching on gravel.
It was a large concrete warehouse with rusted metal doors and broken windows.
Above the door, a security light flickered erratically, casting shadows that made it seem as if the building itself was moving.
I raised my fist to knock, then hesitated.
The delivery bag felt heavy on my shoulder.
Through a gap in the doors, I saw a dark shape pass quickly by.
My heart began to beat faster.
I forced myself to rap three times on the metal door.
The sound echoed hollowly through the stillness.
For a moment, there was no response.
Then, slowly, the door creaked open just a crack, revealing only darkness beyond.
"Who are you?" a voice whispered from the shadows, barely audible over the wind.
"I'm just the delivery guy," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "But why did your app lead me here instead of giving an address?"
"You weren't supposed to find this place," the voice continued, now tinged with urgency.
I hesitate at the threshold, delivery bag clutched tightly in my hand.
The interior of the warehouse smells of dust and something metallic.
Three silhouettes stand motionless against the far wall, their features obscured by darkness except for glinting eyes.
The whispered voice speaks again, this time closer, asking about my phone and the app.
I pull out my phone to show the order, but the screen is black - completely drained despite being at 80% minutes ago.
The figures begin moving toward me in perfect synchronization.
Their footsteps echo unnaturally, as if walking on water rather than concrete.
I back away slowly, my sneakers scraping against the rough concrete.
The figures maintain their eerie formation, moving as one entity rather than three separate beings.
My back hits the metal door frame.
When I reach behind to find the handle, my fingers touch something wet and sticky.
The nearest figure raises what looks like an arm, but it stretches impossibly long, reaching for my face.
The warehouse lights flicker rapidly, casting strobing shadows that make their movements appear jerky and disjointed.
I fumble with the door handle, my hand slipping on the strange substance.
My trembling hands slip on the wet metal as I wrench the heavy door outward.
Cold night air hits my face, but the door catches on something, opening only halfway.
I squeeze my body through the gap, scraping my delivery bag against rusted edges.
Behind me, those synchronized footsteps splash closer.
My jacket snags on a protruding bolt.
I yank free, hearing fabric tear.
The creatures' elongated fingers brush my back as I stumble onto the gravel outside.
"Wait!" one of the figures calls out, its voice suddenly clear and human.
I turn back, breathless, as the figure steps into the flickering light, revealing a familiar face.
"It's me, Alex," she says urgently, eyes wide with fear. "You have to help us—this place is a trap."
My hands tremble as I grab Alex's shoulders and push her back through the doorway.
She stumbles inside, her eyes wide with shock.
The metal door groans as I heave it shut, the rusty hinges screaming in protest.
The impact echoes through the empty compound.
Through the gap, I see Alex reaching toward me, her mouth forming words I can't hear.
The other figures loom behind her, their elongated limbs swaying unnaturally.
I fumble with the external bolt lock, sliding it into place just as something heavy slams against the door from inside.
My legs shake as I sprint across the gravel lot toward my parked scooter.
The sound of metal banging against metal echoes through the night.
The compound's floodlights pulse erratically, casting wild shadows that seem to reach for me.
I fumble with the keys in my hand, dropping them twice before managing to insert them into the scooter's ignition.
The engine sputters but refuses to start.
Through the rearview mirror, I see the warehouse door bulging outward, its hinges straining.
The bolt won't hold much longer.
I kick the starter again and again until the engine finally roars to life.
"Don't leave us!" Alex's voice pierces through the clamor, desperation lacing her words.
I hesitate, my heart pounding as I glance back at the warehouse.
"They're controlling us," she cries, her face twisted with urgency. "If you don't stop them, we'll all become like them!"