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Manny's Doppelgänger
I've seen tons of creepy shit, I don't know which story to share. But I'll start with this one, sorry it's so long:
I was in my first semester of college and I was in a relationship with one of my best friends from high school (I don't ever recommend). I used to spend the night over his house a lot, which his mom was not too fond of, but I did anyways. Let's call him Manny.
Well, one night I'm at his house, and he wakes me up around four in the morning. I'm not very happy, as I hate being woken up, but he asked me to lay down on his sofa on the other side of the rood so his mom wouldn't see me if she opened the door (she leaves for work at about 4:30am). I immediately move to the sofa and fall back asleep but wake up not too long afterwards because it was so damn uncomfortable. I try to reach for my phone so I can use the flashlight to get around and find my glasses, but it's dark and I cant find them. I look at the alarm clock on the desk and it's about 5:30 in the morning. Now this is when things get weird.
I look up and see my boyfriend at the time laying awake on the bed. He was laying on his back and playing with his phone. Even though it was dark, I could tell because he had his glasses on and the light from his phone was shining on his face and reflecting off his glasses.
"Manny, can I come back to the bed now?" He leans up a little, looks at me, lays back down and back at his phone without saying a word.
"Manny, this is not comfortable, can you check if your mom left?" He leans up a little, looks at me, lays back down and back at his phone without saying a word.
"Manny! Can you PLEASE get UP." He leans up a little and repeats the same exact thing. "When I find my glasses, I'm going to kick your ass."
I try to search for where I might've kicked my phone and glasses for a few minutes and have no use. So, I look back up to ask my boyfriend to help me. "Manny, can you..."
I froze. When I look back up, there is no one there. I try not to panic, panic a lot, and frantically look for my glasses and phone with no use. I sat by the closet and started to shrivel.
My boyfriend comes in a few minutes later and asks me why I was by the closet. He turns on the lights and immediately asks me whats wrong when he saw my face. "Manny, you were just in here a few minutes ago, right?"
He tells me no, he's been in the kitchen talking and having breakfast with his mom for the past hour. I beg him to not be joking, this is serious, and that he knows I don't like this kind of shit.
After I explained to him what happened, he said "I wish I could say I was joking, but I swear I was never in here."
That afternoon he told me about other creepy stuff that happened in his room. Never spent the night there again.
TL;DR: I saw a paranormal demon/ghost shit doppelgänger in my ex-boyfriends house.