Frank Fiore – Novelist & Screenwriter

May 5, 2016

The Woman with My Face

Filed under: Paranormal — Frank Fiore @ 3:03 PM

I know you’ve been waiting to hear about last week’s mystery. Was it true, or false? It was, in fact, FALSE! You can read that myth here, if you missed it… But it was as real as a chocolate fireman.

Now this week’s creepy tale may have some validity. It’s the story of one girl and her struggle with her identical twin… or should I say her evil identical twin….

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I moved to Idaho in the early eighties. Shortly after I moved to this small town people would come up to me and continue strange conversations. The first time I remember this happening was when a young woman, about my age, came up to me and asked if I was going to attend the party she’d invited me to.

“Are you coming to tonight’s party? It’s going to be a blast,” she said.

“I have no idea what you are taking about,” I replied. “I think you must have mistaken me for another person.

She looked stunned, but left me alone. I thought it was all a coincidence. Later I attended a local market and one of the men who was running a stall there started to yell at me that he had told me never to come back to the market after stealing from him. He actually followed me across the market and continued to keep screaming. I turned and tried to explain to him that I hadn’t been to the market before and he called me a liar. My mother tried to explain to him that neither of us had been to the market—and that we had actually been in a different city to watch a movie. He didn’t believe us, and we left.

Later my friends started accusing me of ignoring them on the street. Some of them even broke off contact with me. Then it was my mother’s turn. She accused me of staring at her at a coffee shop. Apparently I had been sitting across from her staring at her. I tried to explain that I hadn’t been in a coffee shop—but she was adamant.

This went on for months. I was completely on edge all the time, and I often thought about killing myself to end the misery. Towards the end of 1986 I saw her. I was crossing the road near Walmart and I saw her across the street. She looked exactly like me, dressed similarly to me. She had the same hairstyle, the same height, and when she looked directly at me I felt like my life was being drained. I felt like she wanted to take over my body. It was like looking into a broken mirror—I broke off eye contact with her and walked in the opposite direction.

A few months later I saw her. She was in the same store as me and was pushing a pram with a little girl in it. I tried to actually get close enough to see them clearly, but they kept walking in the opposite direction.

A friend of mine saw her a few years ago—but nothing since. I keep wondering if she is a real person, or a ghost? Is she a vision of me in the future? That could be possible. I did eventually have a daughter and I have a pram that is exactly the same as the one that woman had. All I really know for sure is that my doppelganger made my life hell for a few years in the 1980’s.

So, did this unfortunate woman really come face to face with herself, or was it all just a fake tale to tell at parties and social gatherings? Is it really possible to find someone with your face, in a town you moved to at random? It’s up to you to decide…

Find out next week if this story is true, or false, and until then… sleep well!

For more urban myths fictionalized in exciting action/adventure stories, check out my book series ‘The Chronicles of Jeremy Nash‘.

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