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My Roommate's Doppelganger
Hello everyone. This experience occurred in February of this year, so my memory is pretty clear in regards to detail.
This past year was my senior year of college, and I was thrilled to be living with an alumnae of my sorority who I am very close with. We'll call her Abby for clarity's sake.
Abby and I weren't actually supposed to live in the apartment we ended up in; we were originally going to be living in a townhouse with two other girls, but they started so much drama a month before we were supposed to move in, that we had to contact our landlord to find a different place within their company to live. Thankfully, we found a two bedroom, one bathroom basement apartment in a quiet area off-campus.
The first month was fine and without incident, but as the days went by some strange things began to happen in the apartment.
One morning, Abby woke up to a kitchen cabinet open--she wasn't that concerned about it and figured that I had just forgotten to shut it the night before. The next morning, a different cabinet was open, and once again, she shrugged it off. However, I went home one weekend and she woke up to find every cabinet in the kitchen wide open and the sink running. Needless to say, Abby was scared and spent the night at her boyfriend's.
Two weeks later, we were watching tv and heard the bathroom door close. I tried to calm Abby down by saying that the fan we kept in the bathroom blew it closed. However, when we went to bed we thought we could hear someone walking around in our living room.
There's no way someone broke into our apartment and hid the whole day only to come out at night and screw around with us. I was home the whole day and Abby was home from eleven in the morning on.
That incident took place shortly before Christmas break, and all was calm in the apartment until February. Abby had gone home for the weekend and I was home alone, relaxing on the couch and doing homework. It was pretty late at night, so I turned on the tv for background noise and curled up on the couch to sleep.
I woke up at two thirty two in the morning to see Abby walking through the front door, smiling but not saying anything. I blinked, still groggy from sleep, and asked if she was okay. She just looked at me and proceeded to take off her shoes and walk into the kitchen.
Something about her didn't seem right; like this girl looked like Abby and walked like her, but it wasn't her. I asked her again if she was okay, because it was so early in the morning for her to be coming home. Abby looked at me, smiled, and began washing something in the sink.
Something inside me felt a profound sense of dread. Like I was in actual danger and I needed to get away. As quickly as possible, I went to my room and locked my door.
My roommate followed me, because I heard someone tapping their finger against the door. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times..it wouldn't stop.
I didn't say another word, because it felt like, if I did acknowledge her, it gave her more strength. I know that doesn't make much sense, but that was my instinct. I curled up beneath my blankets and stared at my bedroom door, almost waiting for her to kick it in. My eyes felt heavy, and the tapping was almost like a metronome enticing me to sleep. As I drifted back to sleep, the taps seemed to slow down to a trickle.
The morning after, I was exhausted. It felt like I had taken twenty Advil PM to help me sleep, but I remembered everything that had happened last night. Cautiously, I left my room and saw that Abby's bed hadn't been disturbed or slept in. I went to the living room and her shoes and purse weren't there.
A cold feeling crept into my spine as I sent her a text asking if she had come home that night. She responded that no, she hadn't and wouldn't be coming home for another two days. But I checked the sink and the bowl that "Abby" had been washing had been cleaned and put away.
I firmly believe I was not dreaming or hallucinating, and I know this wasn't some elaborate prank by Abby because she would never do something like that. I firmly believe something took the shape of Abby that night and that its' intentions were not good.
There were a few other experiences in that apartment but nothing so dramatic as what I went through that night. I'm sorry if this post isn't very exciting or dramatic, but I thought it was worth sharing to get everyone's thoughts on it. Was this a Doppelganger?
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