The Jin from Hell

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This is a true story my grand parents told me about my great great grand father. Jin are the middle eastern names for demons who lurk in our world, haunting and terrorising the souls who cannot defend themselves from them.

First of all I would like to give you some back ground information about me and my family. I live in Sydney Australia but I originally come from Lebanon in the Middle east, born and raised there. My family has a long history of catholic priests that go back centuries. this story occurs in the south of Lebanon where my family originates. My Great Great grand father was a priest for many years throughout the late 1800’s to the midd 19th century traveling from one village to another to serve at masses and the needs of the local town’s people such as the poor.

he would often stay for many days at a time in each village, so my family being him was a good opportunity to gain quality wisdom and knowledge which was extremely valuable considering the time of history where this occurred. our family always experienced strange supper natural anomalies which were both positive, and at times blood curdalingly frigthning. One year my great, great grand father was traveling a long distance to get from one village too another. It started to get late and his donkey which he was ridding was becoming restless as the blackening darkness began to settle over the land.

In the village and rural areas of Lebanon there was a large presence of wolves and hyenas hiding in the dark, waiting for their next victims. Which is why hardly anyone travels at night unless they were decently armed. looking out into the far distance, he could see the light a near by village which seemed to be alive with laughter and and dancing. as he approached the village he realised that the laughter was permitting from a local wedding party which was taking place and it seemed as though the whole village was attending it.

Though he would soon realise that this was not the case. with fatigue and hunger taking over him he became desperate for a pace to stay before he could wake up the next morning a continue his long journey. suddenly he could see from a near by house, an old wrinkled woman was sinisterly calling him over to the questionable house that evidently was isolated from the village, basically on the darker side of town where the light of the wedding party could not reach it,”come over here father”. desperate for food and somewhere to sleep my grandfather had no choice but to move toward this creepy and old lady who seemed very keen to get him inside and away from the town’s people. inside my grandfather was shocked to see a considerable large table, littered with amazing foods that looked like they only came out of the kitchen a minute ago.

The old lady kept pressuring him too dive into the food which he was dining to eat. however my grandfather knew better as a catholic priest before eating a meal, so he raised his hand in making the blessing with the sign of the cross.”in the name of the father, and of the son and of the——–oh my God”. with a quick burst of wind which came in like a flash, the old lady had vanished into thin air, and the food had all turned into shit, which gave out a smell that was so awful that even hell itself would have turned their stomachs just from passing by it.

My grandfather booked it from their as fast as his old legs could take, him. though he was tired and hungry, the adrenaline that had built up inside him made him run probably faster than he had ever ran in his entire life. the next morning he arrived back home, safe and sound and didn’t hesitate to tell the people of the village what he had experienced, and of course being the priest of the town he was highly respected by the people, who believed that he could have died eating the shit which was supernatural disguised as delicious food by the Jin.

we all know today that it was through the power of his blessing before he ate that drove the Jin away and exposed the true nature of the food in front of him. my grand father died decades before I was alive, but I know without a doubt that this story was realer than any other story I have heard in my life, which is why today I believe in the supernatural and know who is my friend and who is my enemy that lurks in the dark.

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