It's a horrific news item that dates back to 1886. At the time, a 26-year-old young man was arrested for digging up bodies (including that of a girl under the age of two) and performing sexual acts on them. . He is nicknamed the 'vampire of Saint-Ouen'...
He was nicknamed the ' Vampire of Saint-Ouen '. In June 1886, the newspaper The Little Parisian recounts a sordid affair. In Saint-Ouen, in Ile-de-France, the author of two terrible crimes has just been arrested. A few months earlier, in March 1886, the corpse of an eighteen-year-old girl , named Fernande Méry, had been found on the edge of the mass grave and ' had suffered a heinous attack ', without it being possible to determine the culprit of these atrocities. Then, a few weeks later, the day before the publication of the article of the Little Parisian , as gravediggers go to the mass grave, they realize with horror that the corpse of Pauline C., a baby who died at eleven months of smallpox , is no longer in the coffin, just days after being buried.
At the same time, a 26-year-old man, Henri Blot, is seen climbing the wall of the cemetery. The corpse of little Pauline is found in a house near the scene and it turns out that the body has undergone ' attacks that the pen refuses to name '. Henri Blot is finally arrested and the investigation shows that he is guilty of having dug up the two corpses and performed sexual acts on them, before falling asleep alongside the bodies.
During the interrogation, he admits without batting an eyelid: ' What do you want, everyone has their passions. moi mine is the corpse! '. The man, described as quite a pretty boy, is then married with a four-year-old child .
According The Little Parisian , Henri Blot tries to explain himself to the doctor who questions him by assuring that at the time of the passage to the act, he was drunk: ' The second time I drank absinthe, bitters and a little wine. I remember that I was quite drunk. I don't know how I came to the cemetery. I remember well that I climbed the wall. From that moment I can no longer specify anything, I remember absolutely nothing. How I took the child, how I carried him into the barracks, I don't know. I fell asleep and, in the morning when I woke up, I was very surprised to find myself there '.
A news item so sordid that the culprit is immediately nicknamed the ' Vampire of Saint-Ouen '. Le Figaro also draws his portrait, likening it to the features of a Dracula: ' A rather pretty boy of twenty-six, with a rather pale face. [...] The eyes, deeply black, inserted in the orbit, are flashing. There are something feline in all of its physiognomy '. Finally, the vampire of Saint-Ouen is condemned to only two years in prison for his heinous acts.