You’ve all heard some variation of the doppelganger story. A daughter hears her mom calling her from downstairs, only to be pulled into the hall closet on the way down. The woman then claims to be her actual mom. Pretty fucked up and brilliantly scary. Well I’ve been experiencing this for real.
Last week my brother was in a four wheeler accident. He rolled seven times after attempting to ride up a steep mountain. He died in that crash. I personally touched his lifeless body before running to get help. Only, when I got back, he was fine.
My mom hugged him while sobbing. Somehow she failed to see how lifeless his eyes were. Honestly, I too was relieved to see him up and moving. Then logic kicked in. No one could have survived that crash… he DIDN’T survive it.
He was taken to the hospital for he night. While sitting in the waiting room, I told my mom how that couldn’t be him. She grew angry at me for saying something so terrible.
"Just look at his eyes!" I yelled.
"He has a damn concussion!" She snapped back.
Arguing with her was pointless, so I sat there in silence. Something had inhabited my brothers body, i just had to prove it. That’s when i began to formulate a test.
The next day, I asked my brother to take a walk with me. We made our way to a desolate part of the mountains. Once we found a clearing, i grabbed him around the waist and slammed him to the ground.
"What the fuck!" He gasped for air.
"I know my brother died yesterday, who are you?" My entire body weight was on his arms.
"You’re fucking crazy dude, I’m obviously right here." He began to struggle beneath me.
I stared directly into his lifeless eyes, “show me where we buried our time capsule.”
Slowly I climbed off of him. He stared at me as he climbed up from the dirt. We began to walk with him leading the way. I said nothing as we continued to walk through the mountains. Finally, we stopped next to a rock.
"Look man, that concussion really messed with my memory. I have no idea where we buried it." He stared at me as he spoke.
He failed the test.
"We never buried a time capsule." I replied.
Lights flashed in my vision. My breathing was coming in short gasps as i lay on the dirt. I had not been expecting him to hit me.
"Leave me alone. If you don’t believe I’m alive, then you’re sick in the head. Back off!" He took off towards the house.
Days passed and i watched this impostor fool my family. He sat with us at dinner, rode witb us to the store, and he slept in my brothers room. My family was either too stupid, or too naive to see how lifeless his eyes were. Even his speech pattern had changed. Yet the blame was always shifted to me when I’d point these things out. Somehow, i was the bad guy.
My family actively avoids conversation with me now. That thing in my brother’s body harbors all of their attention. He even had the balls to suggest they put me in therapy. I’m not crazy, they’re just blind. I don’t care what he does anymore though. Tonight I’m going to save my family from his mind games. Tonight I’m going to kill him, and this time he’ll stay dead.
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Credits to: Exxile4000
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