Doppelganger Girlfriend

DON’T OPEN THE DOOR! THAT’S NOT ME! These words kept spinning around in Jim’s head while he stared at his phone. He looked over his shoulder and saw his wife laying on the fluffy brown sofa. Her eyes were closed and her arm dangled over the edge. Jim clicked his wife’s picture on his phone and put the phone to his ear.

“Honey, you didn’t open the door did you?” Alexis said frantically over the sound of a car horn.

“If I am talking to you now...then who is this on my couch?”

“You let her in!”

Jim walked over to the window and saw his wife’s white Honda out front by the curb. “I let my wife into her home. Yeah that’s how it works. How did you steal my wife’s phone?”

“Jim, whatever you do, don’t sleep with her. I’m coming home right now!”

The line went dead. Jim put his phone back in his pocket.

“Don’t sleep with my wife? What a weirdo,” he said to himself.

Jim turned around and his wife sat up from the couch, taking off her brown apron, revealing just a plain white shirt with a brown stain in the middle.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Do you have your phone?”

“No, someone stole it. Who was that?”

“I think it was your thief. She texted me. When I called your number, this woman answered and spouted off nonsense like not to open the door or that you weren’t my wife.”

“Oh my god. Do you think she knows where we live?”

Jim walked over and sat down next to her. “I doubt it.”

“What if this woman does know? What if we are in danger?”

“Don’t worry, I will protect you.”

She cradled his arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. She smelt like fresh coffee grounds. He placed his hand on her lap and squeezed her thigh. Her blue eyes shot up to his.

“Did she say anything else?”

“She did say not to sleep with you. Like I said, what a weirdo.”

She laughed. “That is weird. How did she know I wanted to sleep with you?”

“Ha ha. I know right,” Jim said, getting up from his seat. She pulled him back down to the sofa and straddled him.

“Oh, you weren’t kidding.”

“I never kid,” she said and went in for a kiss.

Before their lips met, the house entrance caved in as a white Honda drove straight through the house. Debris filled the living room and dust particles floated in the air. Inside the vehicle two arms were wrestling with the puffy white airbag. The door opened and a woman emerged from the car with a handgun in her hand. Jim looked upon the woman with confusion. It was his wife. Alexis. Her hair was frazzled and blood was dripping from her nose, but it was her. Dressed in the same apron and shirt.

Alexis raised the handgun. “Let go of my husband!”

“Protect me, Jim!” the woman said, holding Jim tighter.

Alexis did not hesitate. Before Jim could react, she fired. Bang. Bang. Bang. The impostor rolled off of Jim onto the white carpet. Blood and chunks of flesh were all that was left of her face.

Jim still held his arms up like he was still holding her. “Alexis?”

She went up to him, gun at her side and kissed him. It was Alexis all right. Her lips tasted like peppermint and her tongue tickled his teeth.

“Baby, I love you, but right now we need to go.”

“What’s going on?”

She pulled him up from the couch. “I’ll explain on the way.”

Jim looked back at the impostor one last time before getting in the car. The rest of the house collapsed as she backed up and spun the car around. They drove off into the night and were never seen again.