“I constantly redo the scene”, testifies a resident of the building located at 72, rue Aristide Maillol in the Mirail district in Toulouse. This woman attended, by interposed partitions, the night preceding the death of the 23-year-old young woman last Saturday. Around 8 pm, music escapes from this apartment on the 7th floor “but it must be said that it was regular during the week like the weekend” says, with a tired face, this woman who wishes to remain anonymous. But a few hours after the start of the festivities, the evening will degenerate. “I waited before calling but at 11:14 pm I dialed 17”, she still recalls, upset. According to her, she initially heard screams and then children say: “daddy stop”. That’s when she decides to call the police. “They were screams too hard to bear,” she notes dejected. She spent more than two minutes on the phone with an operator. She tells this policeman that her neighbors upstairs are making a lot of noise and that you have to come quickly. She also explains that they are regulars at parties that last until the end of the night. And the many calls from different neighbors over the past four years attest to this. On September 15, three days before the incident, a police patrol moved to this address after complaints from neighbors. But that Saturday, the violence will escalate and especially sign the last hours of the mother of three young children. “I do not know why I felt that it was evening, that this time the blows were going to be fatal”, adds this woman. In the middle of the night, she will witness on the other side of her door multiple blows to this young mother. “I heard someone rushing down the stairs. Then again blows with bare hands, the noise still echoes in my head. I heard this woman suffocate,” recalls this witness, shocked. But she doesn’t dare go out for fear of being hit, too. She will eventually doze off and will be woken up by the sound of firefighters’ boots around 10 a.m. It was then that she was told that her neighbor, whom she met regularly, whom she had consoled during her first pregnancy, had died. Now a silence that she describes as “icy” haunts this building.