Wicked

Kyle 3

Kyle

From across her glass-cut table Marie Humberdross probed her forehead, looking out with eyes closed.

"I really do feel for you, this is some crazy shit." she murmured.

The fact she didn't consider herself too mystical to swear in front of me, and the fact she still wasn't charging me money, only being interested in helping a friend of a friend that she felt was in trouble, made me really start to think there was something to her power after all. My body rejected terms like spirit guides, chakras and worst of all... magic. It was intangible nonsense, none of it had a clear practical basis. But what if somewhere within the nonsense there was a little credence. Human power that many still didn't take seriously because it was nestled in all the bullshit.

My friend Kim had got us in touch again, she was sitting by the counter stool and leaning over to scratch behind the old corgi dog's ears. Marie Humberdross's hair was piled up in a colourful African head wrap, her face was shiny and smooth like an Ethiopian beauty. We were sitting barefoot on her soft white carpet, glasses of melting ice sitting beside us from the grapefruit drink she'd proffered. Her lacquered nails shone as she scratched her forehead and breathed deeply.

"So..." she sighed and adjusted her sitting before getting into it "There's mental instability here, he's a mentally unbalanced person. This is the kind of person who loves attention and tries to get it wherever they can. He gets off to himself too, thinks he's real hot shit. This guy is very sexually active, with lots of different people. I wouldn't be surprised if he was involved in sex groups or something like that. There's drug use and trouble with the law."

She turned her head the other way, nails itching her forehead "He wanted to be great but wasn't smart enough. He's sensitive too, not in a good way – sensitive to criticism and things like that, he doesn't care if he hurts someone. This person plays with their image a lot, different people see them in different ways. And he's not interested in genuine relationships, for him it's all about control. He's spoiled and sour. Judges people quickly. Cunning. He's not going to change, he likes toxicity, I feel major player vibes too. He'd not stop unless you could strip his masculinity away."

"Marie I don't know anybody like that." I leaned across the table, my hands were sweating on the edge of the glass. She lowered her head and paused, digging deeper.

"He thinks of himself as a little prince. I can see past lives, one of him as a noble in China. He was damaged by something past-life, before this incarnation. He has a closed heart chakra and an unbalanced root chakra."

"I don't know what that means or who he could be."

She opened one eye and sighed at me "He's keeping tabs on your social media, stalker-ish. I see... flashes of animals: a scorpion, a wasp, a spider, a snake. The snake is lingering for me, I think it's a metaphor. The snake is an animal without limbs and I feel that likewise this guy is missing parts to him. Like he's underdeveloped, emotionally stunted. He's restless and unsatisfied, always feeling like the grass is greener elsewhere. Has money problems. He wants to control you. I can see a snake around your neck, protecting you, though it may bite you."

"If this guy is keeping tabs on my social media then he's got to be on my friends' list since I set Facebook to private." I commented "Guess I'll go through profiles and see if anyone has any Satanic imagery...?"

"We may very well be dealing with the dark triad."

"What's that? Some kind of occult thing?"

"No." Marie blinked at me. "No, the dark triad are the three major anti-social personality types: Psychopathy, Machiavellianism and Narcissism. My husband has a degree in criminology, and I like to read psychology textbooks from time to time. This guy is definitely a narcissist, and he's probably a psychopath too. He shows signs of all three types, a very dark and self-centered individual."