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My Roommate Keeps Fiddling With The Shoes Chapter 10
Then, three months ago, a woman called Rain Lemmings moved in. She was alive and warm and had everything that I could never own again. That night, due to work stress, she fell sick with a high fever, and her mind was not lucid. At her weakest, I went inside her body, shoved her consciousness out, and occupied her body. Meanwhile, the real Rain Lemmings was forced out of her body and became a wandering soul. She became like me—trapped here and unable to leave.“I remember now. I’m not Rain Lemmings,” I said with a quivering voice. A complicated emotion appeared in Yvonne’s eyes, as if she felt pained but also relieved. From that gaze alone, I knew that she had always known the truth. She was a good friend of Rain’s and had been waiting over the past two months to help the real Rain return to her body. Henry tightened his grip around me. His gaze was firm and stern. I could understand his stance. As a retired cop, he would not want to see anything be chased out by fo
My Roommate Keeps Fiddling With The Shoes Chapter 9
As the temperature dropped, all of us sensed something coming alive in the room. Yvonne grabbed a small bottle from her pocket. In it was red liquid.“This is my last resort. Drink it, and everything will end,” she said. “Wait! Don’t trust her!” Henry suddenly cried out to stop me. “What do you mean?” I was stunned. “That’s not to protect you. It’s poison!” He pointed at Yvonne. “She wants to kill you!”“What on earth are you saying?” Yvonne’s expression changed. “You think I’m lying?” Henry sneered. “Then, explain why you became her roommate so coincidentally. Why do you know about her situation so well? Why is that thing so active after you came here?”Henry’s questions caused Yvonne to panic a little. “I already told you! I’m trying to protect her—”“I looked into you, Yvonne Zimmer. You’ve been hiding a lot of things! You know Rain, so why were you pretending to be a normal roommate? Why didn’t you tell her about your relationship? This sneaking around is suspicious
My Roommate Keeps Fiddling With The Shoes Chapter 8
Henry’s question caused the atmosphere to turn grim. Yvonne remained silent for a long time before asking, “What do you want to know?”“How did you know that she was going to stay here?” Henry started taking notes. Yvonne cast a glance at me, as if she was wondering whether she should answer or not. “Tell me.” Henry’s voice turned stern and professional. In the end, Yvonne answered after taking a sharp breath, “Through the landlady. She’s my sister.”The answer took the both of us aback. “Why hide it?” Henry scowled. “If she knew I was going to move in, she would have stopped me. My sister told me that a woman wanted to rent the apartment and seemed to find the place familiar. Then, I learned that she was the one I had been looking for all this while.”“You were looking for her? Why?”Yvonne turned to me with a complicated look in her eyes. “Because three months ago, a woman disappeared from this apartment, and you look exactly like her.”Those words struck me like a s
My Roommate Keeps Fiddling With The Shoes Chapter 7
My phone rang. It was Henry. “You good, lass?”“I’m alive.”“That’s good. It was the seventh day yesterday, and I was worried about something happening to you. If you have a minute, I’d like to come over and check on you. There are certain things that I need to tell you face-to-face.”I cast a glance at Yvonne’s shut door before saying hesitantly, “Alright, but you should be careful.”Henry arrived an hour later. He was a bespectacled, polite-looking man in his fifties, totally different from the stereotypes I held about specialists. “Sorry to intrude.” Henry looked around once he was inside. “Where’s your roommate?”“She’s in her room.”Henry nodded before squatting down to inspect the entrance with a magnifying glass.“There are marks, alright, and they’re new.”“You don’t look like an amateur folklore specialist. What exactly is your job, Henry?” I asked. “I’ll be frank with you. I’m a retired cop. I was a detective for thirty years, and I specialized in unique cases
My Roommate Keeps Fiddling With The Shoes Chapter 6
When Yvonne saw the shoes strewn all over the floor, she did not look as surprised as one should be.Instead, she appeared calm, as if she had been relieved of a burden. Then, she squatted down and began collecting the shoes. “Don’t be scared. You don’t need to, for now. This is just the beginning. Go back to your room to rest. We can talk tomorrow,” Yvonne said while putting the shoes away.“Can’t you tell me now?”“Not yet.” She looked at the ceiling in the living room. When I heard this, I looked at the ceiling as well. I saw nothing, but for some reason, I felt like there was something there, staring at us. After returning to my room, I lay in bed and remained unable to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. All I could think about were the strange marks I saw. What exactly did Yvonne know?At around 4 a.m., I fell asleep, but I soon woke up to a strange sound. It was a series of rhythmic knocking, as if someone was tapping against a table with their finger. I
My Roommate Keeps Fiddling With The Shoes Chapter 5
The seventh day finally arrived.I was restless the entire time and could not focus at work. Winston, my colleague, noticed my condition and asked in concern, “What’s wrong? You look horrible.”“It’s nothing. I haven’t been sleeping well.” I forced a smile. I was pretty close with Winston, and we usually ate and chatted together. “Is it because you’re not getting along with your roommate? You mentioned that she was a bit weird.”I hesitated for a moment before giving him a general rundown of what had been happening recently. Winston scowled at that. “Are you sure she’s just rearranging the shoes and not doing anything else?”“That’s the only strange thing I observed.”“That’s strange.” He propped his chin on his hand. “If it’s really a ritual, then it shouldn’t be this simple.”After work, I went back feeling my nerves stretched taut. Yvonne was already back home and was cooking in the kitchen.When I saw her preparing dinner, I began wondering whether I was overthinki
