In the house I lived in, in high school (the same house as the previous experience), there was something that existed there about the same height and physical description as me. My room was at the end of the hallway, and since it was so small, you could pretty much see the whole of it from the top of the stairs. One evening, my mother came out of her room, and saw me sitting on the floor in my room, leaning against the bed, reading. She spoke a few words to me, but I wasn’t very responsive. She then went downstairs and opened the door into the living room, and saw me sitting on the couch, reading a book and watching TV. My memory of the event is I am just relaxing and reading and my mother comes in the room and says, “How did YOU get here?” She was really shaken up about the other apparent me, although nothing could really be done about it. Another time, she was in the kitchen, and I walked past her to go to the laundry room and didn’t say anything. She thought I had been in there quite awhile, when the REAL me came wandering into the kitchen. Again, who had walked past her? This was never satisfactorily explained and we both found it disturbing.
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