#curse #Paris

#curse #Paris (2) I'm embarrassed if the ground would split and swallow me .... I said, "Mohammed, just tell me, you're embarrassing me." He smiled at me and said, "I can embarrass you even more if you don't answer my requests." He went crazy again, but I always loved his spontaneity. He's my only friend. I think everyone is fake, but he's so different from them .. I will never forget when I was bullying in high school and he always defended me there and became my friend .... When we finally arrived at the building, Muhammad said to me, "Othman, can't we not do this? I'm really afraid to go and rent a hotel room .... Come on, please," I looked at him and I said, "No, we can't, we've come all the way to this building .. Be brave, I've always been strong. What happened now?" He said quickly. "I don't like the horror. I want to go back." I pulled him out of his hand and I brought him into the building. The building was inside, as opposed to what we saw outside. It was clean, and I loved its interior design. It had three floors, each floor had two apartments .... I took my phone to call the owner, and if a guy.. His face shows that in the early '50s, he walks in through the building door and walks in, and he says, "Here you are, and you're here earlier than I ever expected .." I said, "Yes, we did, but you speak Arabic fluently. Are you Arab?" He smiled and said, "No, I am not an Arab, but I have learned the language ... All the people who live here are Arabs," he said, pointing forward to seeing the building and our exact apartment. I had called him before and asked to rent the same apartment that the lady was in. He stepped forward and opened the door after he saw the apartment and said, "Oh my God, it's beautiful and clean. I loved it." The owner named Frank smiled. After signing a one-month contract and paying him this month's money, he said with a smile, "If I want you to fit in with the situation and the residents, I'll leave you now if anything happens, you call me." I was saying to myself at that moment, "How can a young man be so beautiful and above all an Arab?" He smiled at me after seeing me, I gave him the cookie dish and said, "I am your new neighbor. I wish we could fit in." He replied, "I am my name Yusuf, I wish we could see a lot of people in this building. I want something called me." It is also polite, so how can it be? He was clearly a student who wanted to speak all this politeness. I thanked him, and went to the apartment on the first floor, this time to a woman who had just read the same sentence and welcomed me to this girl, who had also welcomed me to her husband and welcomed me And I'm thinking it's weird, so I met Muhammad coming down from the third floor, and he said, "I'm really impressed by the guy on the floor there that he's very polite and very vicious." I looked at him and I said, "Yes, they're all strangely nice." But I didn't pay any attention to them. I didn't come for them...... We've had a week there and we haven't noticed any strange or suspicious behavior, and we don't go out of the house anymore except to do the necessary things, and the neighbors' behavior hasn't changed, it's still weird, I think I was wrong, there's nothing strange in this building that we haven't even heard any screams or anything that this lady has said ... I begged Mohamed to come back. The President will rebuke me when I come back without a story, but that i***t Mohammed didn't care. He said he loved the place and would not come back until a month was finished. I had no choice but to start writing a scary fairytale. That night I was still writing on my desk, and that i***t snoring next to me ... I felt thirsty, so I took the glass; it was empty; I went to the kitchen; I lit the water to fill the glass; I sat down to drink as soon as I started drinking it; I felt like drinking coagulated juice, not water; it smelled bad; I threw the cup and got up while I was doing what I had drunk ... The blood froze in my veins and I started sweating especially after I heard about the steps towards the kitchen ......follow two pencils