Death is closer than you think in Paris, be it accident or deliberate-part 16


It was about 02:00 am. I woke up because my heart was in acute pain from beating fast. I heard a buzzing beam and realized that all the electric appliances in my kitchen were reacting to something. Intense nausea came over me as my mobile phone emitted a buzzing noise as if it was electrified. Some electricity was leaking into my kitchen! I felt a stinging sensation all over my face and skin, followed by a throbbing headache. My body would not move well from the fever, but I knew if I did not get out of the apartment right away, I might not live to see another day.

The machines in the restaurant below were pounding louder than usual. Usually, I would have had a glass of wine to numb my hearing against the noise before I sleep, but that night I had not taken any; thus, my sense was able to respond to the unexpected change around me. In hindsight, I must have anticipated something from the look in the chef’s eyes. He was examining my cardboard bed in my kitchen, wasn’t he? It was not discovered until a few months later that he was a criminal running away from several charges pressed against him by numerous victims.  

My palm and the back of my feet felt the sting at every contact with the floor buzzing with electricity. Somehow I reached for my shoes, opened the door, and crawled onto the stairs. It was still cold at night, Paris in March, but my body was burning. I collapsed on the staircase, gasping to breathe. Three hours passed while the fever and nausea slowly subsided. I stood up and went down the stairs, out to the street. I looked into the restaurant through its prominent glass façade. All the machines were plugged on, some emitting eerie red light, some ominously blue light. I did not feel rage, only despair that people like Mr PRIDE are in power. But it was no time to lament, for I had to find a spot of soil quickly. 

As soon as I found one, I removed my shoes and stood on the earth barefoot to release the electromagnetic toxins that had been charged into me. My body still felt numb, and my head felt heavy, but after 10 minutes of self-earthling, my head started to clear. My senses returned, and I felt the chill of the early hours of Paris. I must return to my apartment, now a death trap, to get what I would need to stay at a hotel. I looked up and saw Notre Dame Cathedral in the distance. I remembered the article about this butcher who lived on Rue Chanoinesse near the Cathedral. Many foreigners went missing in Paris several centuries ago. It was later discovered that he was selling human flesh at this cursed shop. For the details, please read Horror of the underbelly of Paris targeting tourists-Part 6 

The evil spirit must have attracted similar dark souls and sent them into the restaurant from Hell. Was I destined to follow the trails of the victims of the cannibal butcher? No, I was still alive. I remember someone or a hand pushing up my back so I would wake up instead of sleeping myself to death in the electrified apartment. Was it my ancestor’s spirit? I don’t know, but I was saved by whoever or whatever it was.  

I marched into the death trap and opened the windows. It may at least release the electromagnet. I quickly gathered things I needed to stay elsewhere and contacted my lawyer. Following his advice, I booked at a hospital and arranged for an electrician to check my apartment. Mr. PRIDE would claim there may have been a failure in the electric system in my apartment. My lawyer would need to prove otherwise with the help of an electrician.  

I was inside my contaminated apartment for just 30 minutes, but already I started to feel the effect of the electric contamination. By the time I reached the hospital my palpation had jumped to 98 per minute. The hospital recorded a high fever too. I was absolutely sick that they did a blood test on me. They found nothing. And again, after 4 hours, all the symptoms subsided. I asked for the medical certificate, as my lawyer had advised. 

Mirror reflects one's soul
It was already dark outside the hospital, but I had not had the chance to book a hotel. I sat outside my apartment, so my WIFI would reach me—a tenant of Mme. HARMONY passed by. I apologized and explained why I was occupying the communal area. He understood and even promised to contact Mme. HARMONY on my behalf to relay my plight. He was a true Parisian. Then came Cecile, the landlord of my former neighbour LEILA. 

Cecile had returned from abroad and opted to live in the apartment herself.  Cecile had a cheerful manner, but it had always felt fake.  Sure enough, she told me to get back inside my apartment. It was not her problem that it was flooded with electricity. Her guests would soon arrive for her party that night, and I should not spoil the view of her apartment. She spoke in English, so I understood her perfectly. I said I would leave as soon as I found a hotel online before her guests arrived. But then abruptly, a young man raised his voice from behind her ‘Just get lost!’ 

Even Cecile was surprised because her man was usually demure and seemed shy behind the pair of glasses. But I had seen him dressed up, glasses off, and went out swinging during her absence. He had guests every night, and some of them stayed over in the apartment Cecile had inherited. He was always taking the frustration out on me without fear of retaliation. And here he was, grabbing my chair to tip me over; his eyes were red-shot while Cecile was flustered at his new side. 

I calmly opened my door to put the chair inside. The small man, not just in physical stature, walked up the stairs triumphantly. So there I was, no place to go in Paris after dark.