Originally posted by african anteater ritual: a few years ago i stayed at a former monestary turned four star hotel called villa san michele overlooking florence italy. i was alone, but there for a wedding of some friends also staying at the hotel.
i got there the night before the wedding and took a cab into downtown to get some dinner and a couple glasses of wine. i mean it when i say i had no more than three glasses of wine and went back to the hotel. i went to bed early because the wedding was in the morning.
i tossed and turned all night until i felt someone sit on the bed around 3am. my eyes were wide as can be but i just sat there and kept telling myself that it was all in my head... that you've heard about this a thousand times and you're just sleepy. in the next minute two hands grabbed my right arm and squeezed. i let out three of the highest pitched girliest screams you can imagine. (i think i left my man card when i checked out). i didn't get out of bed, but i turned the tv on and checked the room from the bed. the only channel in english was cnn, so i saw the indiana/detroit basketball brawl probably 20 times before the breakfast opened and i felt safe getting out of my bed.
anyway, my friends thought it was better to tell everyone than to "keep it between us" and it raised a couple of eyebrows. the wedding coordinator used to work at the hotel and asked if i was staying in one of the four rooms above the front desk (out of 80 or so rooms). i was... and she explained that more than 200 years ago a friar was "excused" from the monestary for suspicion of murdering another friar in one of those four rooms.
i've tried many times to convince myself it was my mind playing tricks, but it simply something i couldn't dismiss. i really don't like sounding crazy, but it is what it is.