Interview: A Haunting in Strasbourg—Harassted by the Unseen
The Chronicles of Jinn Exclusive: The Chilling Testimony of Marie (Name Changed)
Nestled along the Rhine River, Strasbourg is a picturesque French city known for its half-timbered houses, Gothic cathedral, and European Parliament. But beneath its charm lies a darker tale—one that 35-year-old “Marie” (a pseudonym) courageously shared with The Chronicles of Jinn. Her story is both harrowing and deeply unsettling: a woman’s battle against an unseen, malevolent force that invaded her life in the most personal way.
Q: Thank you for sharing your story, Marie. Can you tell us when and how it all began?
Marie: It started about two years ago when I moved into a quaint, old apartment in the Petite France district of Strasbourg. The place was perfect for a fresh start after my divorce. The rent was surprisingly affordable, and I felt drawn to its vintage charm. I’d always loved old buildings, their creaky wooden floors and the stories they seemed to hold. But little did I know, I was stepping into something far more sinister.
At first, it was subtle. Doors would creak open on their own, lights would flicker, and I’d occasionally hear whispers, soft and indistinct, especially late at night. I brushed it off as quirks of an old building. But within a month, things escalated.
Q: When did you first realize it was more than just old-house noises?
Marie: One night, I was in bed, half-asleep. Suddenly, I felt a weight pressing down on my chest. It was like something—or someone—was pinning me down. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My arms and legs wouldn’t move. Then I felt it—hands, unseen but unmistakable, touching me inappropriately. It was horrifying. I remember tears streaming down my face as I fought to wake up fully or escape, but I was completely paralyzed.
When I finally managed to move, the sensation vanished, and I sat up, gasping for air. My room was icy cold despite the summer heat. I convinced myself it was sleep paralysis, though I’d never experienced it before.
Q: Did these experiences continue?
Marie: Yes, and they grew worse. It wasn’t just at night anymore. I’d feel touches during the day too, often when I was alone in the apartment. It felt like invisible fingers brushing my hair or trailing down my back. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but the sensations became too persistent and too invasive to ignore.
Things would move around the apartment. My jewelry box toppled over one morning, scattering its contents, though I hadn’t touched it. Mirrors would fog up with handprints that didn’t match mine. There were even times I’d hear a deep, guttural laugh echoing through the hallways. It felt like the entity was mocking me, asserting its presence.
Q: How did these encounters affect you mentally and emotionally?
Marie: I was a wreck. I barely slept, always on edge, fearing the night. My work suffered, my friends noticed my exhaustion, and I became increasingly withdrawn. I didn’t dare tell anyone what was happening; I feared they’d think I was crazy. Even I began questioning my sanity.
But the worst part was the feeling of violation. Knowing that whatever this was, it could touch me, harm me, and I couldn’t fight back. It made me feel powerless and deeply ashamed.
Q: Did you seek help at this point?
Marie: I did, but not right away. I first called a repairman to check the apartment. He found nothing wrong—no faulty wiring, no drafts that could explain the cold spots or flickering lights. I even saw a doctor, who suggested stress and prescribed sleeping pills. But nothing helped.
Eventually, I confided in an older colleague, Madame Claire, who’s deeply religious. She listened without judgment and suggested I speak to a spiritual healer she knew. Desperate for answers, I agreed.
Q: Can you tell us about the healer and what they did?
Marie: His name was Father Luc, a retired priest known for helping people with unexplainable occurrences. He came to my apartment one evening, carrying holy water, a Bible, and incense. He walked through the rooms, chanting prayers in Latin. When he entered my bedroom, he paused and frowned.
“Something very dark resides here,” he said.
He sprinkled holy water on the bed and walls, and immediately, the temperature in the room dropped. The air felt heavy, oppressive. Father Luc told me the entity had likely attached itself to the apartment long before I moved in. It was feeding on my fear and vulnerability.
Q: Was that the end of the ordeal?
Marie: Not quite. Father Luc performed a full exorcism of the apartment, but he warned me that entities like this don’t give up easily. He advised me to keep the space spiritually cleansed with regular prayers and rituals.
For a few weeks, things were calm. But then the disturbances returned, albeit less aggressively. It seemed the entity was trying to reassert itself. That’s when I decided to leave. I broke my lease and moved in with a friend temporarily.
Q: Have you experienced anything similar since leaving?
Marie: Thankfully, no. Once I left that apartment, the encounters stopped completely. It’s as though whatever it was stayed behind, tied to that place.
Q: Looking back, what do you think was the cause of these events?
Marie: I’ve done a lot of research since then. Strasbourg has a rich and sometimes dark history. My apartment was near a site linked to witch trials in the 16th century. I believe the entity could have been a restless spirit, or perhaps something darker summoned long ago.
Q: What advice would you give to others experiencing similar phenomena?
Marie: Don’t suffer in silence. Whether it’s seeking help from a spiritual healer, a religious figure, or even a supportive friend, don’t let fear isolate you. Also, trust your instincts. If something feels off, it probably is.
Q: Do you think you’ll ever fully recover from this experience?
Marie: It’s not something you forget, but I’ve learned to cope. Therapy helped me process the trauma, and my faith has grown stronger. Sharing my story is part of my healing, too. If it helps even one person feel less alone, it’s worth it.
Marie’s chilling experience serves as a stark reminder of the unseen forces that may lurk in the shadows of our world. Whether you believe in spirits, energy, or the power of the mind, her story challenges us to confront the unknown—and the strength it takes to reclaim one’s life from fear.
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