From hoax to nightmare
As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even trying to understand anymore.
I was barely updating the information we got.
Sure, it was entertaining. But you know,
when it comes to jokes, I like them short and sweet.
Prayer vigil for Vincent Bart, one year after disappearance.
His family, his friends and a few curious persons gathered this Saturday at Saint-Hippolyte church, in the 13th arrondissement.
The young man, who would have turned 30 last month, disappeared while walking his dog at Choisy park. The Labrador came back alone to the home of Vincent and his fiancée Caroline.
“The police stopped investigating after a week. They say he probably committed suicide.” said Caroline, eyes all wet. Moved by their story, the priest André Bernardi opened the doors of his Church for an evening of prayers.
Man of average build, 1m80, with chestnut hair, brown eyes, dressed with a black suit and a yellow tie the day of disappearance. If you have any information, please contact the 13th arrondissement police station, or call the 17.
The young man’s tie: it was the one we’d seen on Scene 1.
We checked for Scenes 2, 3 and 4 straight away.
Every mannequin wore the clothes of reported missing persons.
A psycho abducted random people and replaced their corpses by one of these mannequins.
And we had to deal with four of them.