Lately everyone has been seeing pictures of living famous people put against decades' old photos in a facial comparison. The likenesses for many of them are just uncanny. But what happens when you see it in this day and age? Not just sharing a face with someone on a screen, but in person. The other day, I was on an outing with my husband. Everywhere we went, people would just stare. At the time I couldn't understand why. It was the last place we went that a woman pointed at me. She mouthed the words "How dare you come back."
I stared at her in disbelief. Come back? I hadn't been to that store in months! I shrugged it off, thinking that she was speaking of someone behind me or had an earpiece in. The employees at the store kept giving me odd looks and I just felt uncomfortable. I voiced such to my husband and he suggested we leave. We grabbed the few things we came for and immediately got out of the place. Security followed me out without saying a word. What on Earth was going on? As we sat in the car, that's when I noticed her. She had brown hair almost the color of mine. Her glasses were the exact same type, which can happen as glasses are massed produced these days. She was wearing close to the same clothes I had on. She was short and heavy set in all the same places. We could have been twins from a distance. Jason backed up and we left the parking lot. He couldn't figure out what was going on. We went to our art studio in downtown and unpacked a few of the items that had to go in. I looked both ways before crossing the drive way and noticed her again at the pavilion, the exact same stance. Everything. We hastily go inside and look back one more time where she was standing, nothing. Maybe I was getting paranoid. This was one of those rare days the gallery area is closed and the artists can go in and work uninterrupted in their spaces. I unlocked my door and sat in my chair. My town is a strange town and often people joke about going into another dimension when they witness the oddities it has to offer. I had been working peacefully when my husband asked if I wanted to take a walk in the nice weather we were currently having. Lately its been up and down between a winter/fall and wanting to be spring. I agreed and we walked back to the parking lot. Since the left would take us to a highway, we opted for right. That would take us right to the pavilion and shortly after, the city center. I could feel goosebumps speckle my skin as we got closer to the pavilion. I still didn't see her. In fact, the entire are was devoid of people. The coffee shop seemed to have good business though. We walked past it and continued to the large mental tree statue. I couldn't help but feel like I was being watch as soon as we turned the corner to the main street. I looked at the windows of shops and lawyers offices, no one. I looked up and down the street and saw no one. I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I should have stayed home today. We had finally made it to the tree in a 5 minute span that seemed like eons had passed. I looked at the rosebush and kept away. I was almost down the steps when I hear what sounded like me clearing my throat. I turned and looked up the steps. It was me! Jason was stunned. I don't blame him, I was scared stiff! His fight or flight instinct kicked in and he started yelling at her. When he took off up the brick steps, with me on his heels, she ran off faster than I could. We stood at the top of the steps and looked for where she could have gone. Shops were closed except the bar down the street. No one seemed to have noticed what was going on. We made a hasty walk back to our studios. We couldn't decide to stay or leave. She would have to have a key to get in anyway, right? So we stayed so we could get some work done. It wasn't long after that nature called. I didn't want to bother Jason with having to escort me to the bathroom. I announced where I was going and had no trouble. She wasn't in the building, at least the first floor. It wasn't until I had made it back to my studio that she reappeared. Sitting in my chair was the spitting image of me, surprised to even see me. She looked like she had been sitting there all night! How dare she.
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