Death is the only experience of reality that is not lived. This is how I begin my story, I, Charles Ellis, on the unfortunate events that happened to me four years ago. I finally dare to write this manuscript after long years of hesitation and turmoil on the subject. Given the strangeness of this stay, I had difficulty convincing myself to relate these facts. What decided me was the incompetence of the authorities as well as the lack of justice towards this case. Many will say that I am exaggerating, but they weren't here to judge. Police have still not arrested a culprit after four years of searching. I'm desperate. I hope the publication of this book will shed light and guide me to the truth ... *This is not my story*