Rebound Is A Supernatural Short Story
Zoey advertised for a roommate and ten minutes later, Carole, a beautiful woman with a haunting secret, mysteriously shows up at her door. But Carole is not what she seems. She’s on a predestined mission to thwart malevolent Michael, Zoey’s new love interest. From the moment Zoey lays her eyes on Michael, she’s under his spell, but Carole knows his wicked plan. Zoey, Carole, and Michael’s lives intersect in a haunting, circular web, rebounding in a tale of mystical retribution.
Carole was my best friend the moment we met. Three months ago, she arrived at my small, West Village walk-up like a wayward angel, asking if I were Zoey. She was looking for an apartment, and I was in need of a roommate when my useless boyfriend of five years stranded me for another woman. After showing her around the apartment, and learning about each other’s lives, I was certain she was a decent person. Without further thought, I offered her the second bedroom.
A day later, she arrived with minuscule possessions—a small bag of clothing, a laptop, and a beautiful bejeweled box, explaining she’d given up worldly possessions for a minimalist lifestyle. She said there was no need for a large wardrobe because most days, she works from home as a remote business consultant. I soon learned her adoptive parents, who passed away a few years ago, left her financially secure with a large inheritance. That’s when I learned Carole’s birth mother abandoned her as an infant. She grew up an orphan never knowing her true surname or date of birth. She accepted her plight and never pondered her real family.
Carole and I are total opposites. I’ve been told a constellation of ginger freckles bridging my almond-shaped eyes and nose is my most attractive facial feature which is unusual for a brown-eyed, brown-haired African-American. At five-feet-four inches, I’m dwarfed by Carole’s willowy five-feet-nine-inch frame. Too independent for most men, they soon feel emasculated and run the other way when I refuse to be the helpless doting girlfriend. Carole’s drop-dead gorgeous. The quiet, mysterious beauty guys fall head over hills for, the type who doesn’t realize her allure until admired by others. Her humility is endearing.
Persistently, rivulets of brunette strands fall about her milky complexion. But there’s something about her features that strikes me strange. In daylight, her eyes turn several shades of gray. At moments, her face shifts in different light, creating a surreal quality. I assume it’s the opalescence of her complexion. Sometimes it seems another shape is trying to escape her face. When she’s resting, facial bones fluctuate in odd alignment as if struggling for symmetry. I assume when she’s in deep thought, fleeting emotions account for the anomaly. However, underneath her beauty dwell a modest soul and perhaps the reason we get along so well.
Carole’s spiritual and a little odd at times, but I like that about her. She hangs crystals on the window, drinks copious amounts of green tea, and practices tai chi and yoga. Sometimes at night, I swear I’ve seen her sitting in the dark meditating. She believes in mystical topics I have no interest or belief in, such as spirits, past lives, and fortune-telling. Occasionally, I ponder Carole’s mysterious arrival. She appeared ten minutes after my online advertisement for a roommate, a day after I ended my relationship with Peter.
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