True horror is what Paris does to you- Part 6

My complete profile, if it was ever disclosed, would reveal all sorts of minority groups, starting with my gender and race.  I have been harassed on many levels throughout my life, but I lacked the stomach and power to carry out revenge.  This was a blessing in disguise because retribution eventually manifested itself, which inspired me to share on this blog.  I quote many others before me that ‘True horror is hidden within man’.


North Korea has just launched another missile towards Japan, yet I was updating my blog as business as usual.  Just as we often refuse to confront the imminent danger, we also deny danger in the past as if it had been all in our minds.   In my case, I wanted to retain faith in humanity, so as days went by, I tried hard to see Leila in a more sympathetic light.  Had she not been suffering from chronic pain in her joints, she may not have mixed up with bad news like that man.  Then she may have been nicer, if not less anti-social… 

However, I could not suppress the memory of her high heels persistently striking against the tile floor in the middle of the night.  The impact did not just annoy Mr KIND and me, but it may have well been why her joints were further damaged, leading to her having chronic pain.  Maybe her malicious intent started the whole negative spiral of karma after all.  With this thought, I stood in front of the mailbox when the postman placed a packet aside the mailboxes.  The address was correct, but he could not find the nameplate that matched the name written over the package.  It was addressed to Leila.   

Then, a distant memory flashed back.  It was of Leila going pale holding a packet in front of her mailbox, just like the one that had just been delivered…anonymously.   From the ripped corner of the large envelope, I could see that it was a bag of snacks.  Why anyone would go pale over that, I wondered.  Leila and I were still in the talking stage at that time,  so I suggested, ‘Has a company sent you a sample?’  She replied ‘No’ with a subdued voice.  ‘A gift from your friend?’  I asked, thinking it would be an odd gift to send by post.  Leila blurted out, ‘but I am allergic to this!  No friend of mine would send me this stuff!’  

Some allergies are more severe than others.  People can pass out…even on the streets where automobiles go by.  The snack that contained ingredients that can trigger allergic reactions would be an unkind gift in this case.  ‘Do you recognize the name of the sender?’  Leila showed me it was blank.  To make the matter weirder, it had been posted overseas.  I was absolutely stupefied then, but a few months later, here I was looking at another anonymous package addressed to Leila.  I could tell the content was again a bag of snacks.  Someone wanted her dead.  I just sensed it.  I saw the postage and recognized the country to be related to this one person I knew.  Mr KIND. 

Mirror that reflects your soul

I confess to having wondered if Leila wanted that old gentleman to have a stroke or something from her noise harassment and…die.  What a wild imagination, or so I thought.  The package sender must have known she would not touch the food, but she would get the message, which probably was ‘I know you wished to kill me.  You would not be punished by the secular criminal laws, but your soul is tainted no matter how nice a person you tried to portray yourself with your sweet egalitarian speech.’  Leila certainly got the message and thus turned pale.  Not that it stopped her from noise-harassing me later. 

I dropped the package because another thought occurred to me.  Mr KIND could have spotted Leila eating at a nearby vegan shop.  If the sender was Mr KIND, it meant he had knowingly exposed me to her, the psychopath.  I even moved in a month early so he could leave sooner.  His reason was that he got a job offer elsewhere, but…

Leila would not have minded if Mr KIND died…likewise Mr KIND did not care if I was harmed by the psychopath.  What a hypocritical gentleman he turned out to be?!  Paris may bring the best out of you and the worst out of you if you are not careful.    My soul was tested repeatedly on many levels in the years to follow in this city of light…and its shadow.