I stumbled across this interesting read at the Fortean Times, your usual stop for UFO news, bigfoot sightings, and other paranormal treats.http://www.forteanti...pelgnger_effect.html
(I stole the LOL cats from I Can Has Cheezburger
The article chronicles the weird coincidences surrounding paranormal investigators where somebody who looks and/or sounds exactly like them shows up on the scene and starts meddling in the investigation. One of the most heavily documented events was during John Keel's investigation of the Mothman during the late 1960's.
Anyway, this article ought to have you jumping at your own mirror reflection, or (god help you) if you're really
a twin, looking at your sibling with eyes all slitty like.
It's fun stuff, and the whole Fortean web site is nifty too -- in small doses. If, one day soon, your view of Sasquatch is blocked by fleets of UFOs abducting cattle near Area 51, you should probably take a break.
And now, a Doppelgänger personal account! Yes, this really happened to me. Twice.
Back in the late 1980's I lived in Houston, Texas. There was a club there (Fitzgerald's) my friends and I would visit occasionally for live music and beer. We'd go maybe three or four times a year.
One day I'm meeting my best friend for lunch, and when he arrives he starts quizzing me about where I was last night. In fact, he's a little irritated at me. Turns out he was at Fitzgerald's and saw me there! Went over to talk with me (find out why I didn't invite him along) and half way through the conversation he realizes: this "me" doesn't know who the hell he is. He's getting that "why is this stranger talking to me?" look on his face, like the next moment he's going to run away. My friend gets very confused, assumes I'm being weird, and backs off.
Remember, this is my best friend. We'd known each other for years. He swore
it was me, right down to the hair, eyeglasses, and what I was wearing. After the Twilite Zone moment passes, we shrug it off and move on.
Here's where it gets weirder.
Another pal of mine calls me a week or so later and says she saw me at the mall. Uh, what? I've been here all day... haven't been to the mall in weeks. She insists it was me, because "I" was wearing my favorite leather jacket. After the prickles die down, I quiz her closely: the guy had my hair, glasses, and (according to her) moved
like me. She tried talking to "me" but I just walked off.
So... in the late 1980's my doppelgänger was alive(?) and functioning in Houston, Texas. He had similar tastes in live music and shopping venues, and was probably sleeping with my girlfriend.
Anyone here ever meet their evil twin?