Manorfire

Here's a story for you. It's the stuff urban legends are made of.

In 2004, some mates and myself had a weekend away in Rome, which is a wonderful place for a city break. However, one of my friends - lets call him Nigel - was spooked out from the moment he stepped foot in the HOTEL LAZIo. Whoever booked that cheap grotspot spoiled the whole weekend, apparently.

Naturally, we wound Nigel up about his qualms and made sure he ended up with the only room on the top floor. By the second night, decorum returned and we stopped banging on his walls and creeping up on him like Norman Bates.

On the final evening, we'd been doing some last minute sight-seeing and were about to enter the hotel, when Nigel turned and said to us, in a chilling voice "are you tired and fatigued? Your legs look weary from your journey. Come in and you can rest at the HOTEL LAZIo..."

I remember smirking at him, surprised he'd finally found a sense of humour in Rome, but once inside he headed off to a giant window, wrapped himself in the curtain, and began chanting a load of tosh.

Eventually, my mate pointed out the toxic germ potential he was risking for our unamusement, nevermind the musky, decaying odour worse than his own. So, Nigel shrieked back "arghh, it's my layer of protection or they'll slit my throat" He then talked inaudibly some more and ended the conversation with "but, I cant kill them, they are my fucking friends"

We went to the bar for light refreshment, expecting that he would come through, chuckling away, in his own time. Instead, he vanished from the LAZIo for a while, though we didn't look for him too intensively...we were too busy getting hammered.

At breakfast the next day he claimed he honestly couldn't remember any of it or where he disappeared to.

So, I guess this was our payback for making fun of him and Nigel missed his career in melodramas or something...what other explanation could there possibly be? Have you any possession stories or thoughts you'd like to share?

dlish

i know a guy thats a sheik who casts jinns out of people. some of my friends were there coincidentally when he was performing it, and it freaked them out. apparently its not dissimilar to the movie the excorcist, minus the makeup and floating and spinning and shit like that...

what my friends said was the guy that was being excorcised, his voice changed and started rambling in some foreign language they didnt understand. his voice went from a human voice to a deep voice 'from within' until the jinn was cast out. they also saidthat the guy didnt know where he was or what he was doing there after the jinn was cast out.

now i know this may be taken with a grain of salt by some people..but my friends were definately NOT pulling my leg to get a raise out of me.

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