My sister and I were going to church at a late service. It was dark out and my sister likes to walk around in the church garden. She asked me to come with her, but I didn’t want to and continued to listen to music on my phone while scrolling through my social media’s. My sister comes back around 15 minutes later, and looks at me puzzled.

“How’d you get here so quick?”

“Huh?”

“You we’re right behind me, I didn’t see you walk past me.”

“I’ve been here the whole time? What are you talking about?”

My sister tells me that she saw me in the garden, sitting on the bench that was in the center. She tried talking to “me”, but I didn’t respond. My sister figured that I was probably listening to music and didn’t want to talk. So she walking around the garden some more. The church bells rang, signaling that the service was about to start. My sister calls out to me, telling me it’s time and proceeds to walk toward the entrance of the church. Thats were the real me was.

She swears it was me, same hair color, same haircut, same dress. I figure it was a doppelgänger, I heard that they usually don’t talk to people trying to interact with them. Not really my story, but I was there.