There are terrifying stories on Reddit’s ‘nosleep’ section, and this story we are sharing with you is no exception. While we cannot verify the accuracy of chikooeep‘s tale, we can definitely say that the story you’re about to read had us a little shaken up. The details of it make it seem true, though we cannot say one way or the other.
Let’s start by defining the word ‘doppelganger.’ While most people use it these days to refer to a person’s lookalike, the true meaning of the word is loaded with paranormal mystery. The doppelganger does look like another person but that’s not where it ends. Doppelgangers are often harbingers of bad luck. They aren’t always living humans, either.
In the case of the story below, the doppelganger is a ghost reminiscent of the woman telling the story. She first visits the woman’s husband a few times (until he’s completely freaked out). She then visits the narrator’s baby and finally her parents. The woman telling the story barely sees the doppelganger herself, though she does see shadows.
We can only imagine what will happen to this woman with her doppelganger lurking around, but we’re sure to visit the ‘nosleep’ section of Reddit to find out. Hopefully, chikooeep keeps going with her creepy story!
This all started about a week ago in our little apartment. It started innocently enough. I went to bed before my husband, so I was under the covers when he slipped in – not yet fully asleep, just under the covers. I have a habit of laying on my stomach with the covers covering my head and just enough of a hole to allow me to breathe. I think this started when I was a child and thought that monsters were visiting me at night, but it has remained a habit even though I have long since lost my fear of the dark. As he moved around, pulling blankets to get comfortable, I heard him say “Why are you smiling.” I lifted my head and asked “Who are you talking to?” My husband then screamed and jumped out of the bed.
It took a while for him to calm down, but I finally got the story out of him – he had turned over and saw me sitting up with my head propped up on my hand and smiling creepily at him. He had asked “Why are you smiling,” at which point I (the real one) sat up and started talking to him, making the first image of me disappear completely. I laughed, saying that he was imagining things. We both went back to bed and thought nothing more about the incident…
I have a strange work schedule. Some days I work early mornings, some days I work evenings. It’s not optimal, but it pays the bills. This particular day, I was working the evening shift, so my husband was home alone with our 2 year old son. He had just put our son to bed when he passed me in the hallway. Except that I was at work. My husband did a double-take and turned around to find the hallway empty. He walked into our bedroom. It was empty. My son’s room was similarly empty except for the toddler in his crib. He called me on my cell phone and I heard his panicked voice explain to me what had just happened. I laughed at him and told him that he was once again imagining things and that yes, in fact, I was at work and should probably get off the phone so I could concentrate on it.
I was working the evening shift again. When I got home, I found my husband curled up in a ball on the couch. I asked him how his night was and he reached out and touched my face as if to make sure I was real. “Is everything all right?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he said, although he didn’t sound convinced. He told me about how he’d been hearing creaking noises and footsteps going from the kitchen to the bedrooms all evening and was SURE he had seen my brown hair disappear around a corner earlier. At this point, I started getting a little creeped out, but I insisted to him that he just wasn’t getting enough sleep, and he was imagining it (because let’s be real, he’s the only one who had seen anything funny thus-far). I thought I heard our son moving around and asked if he was asleep yet. My husband said I should probably check on him, so I did. I found the boy sitting up in his crib, looking at the door. He probably heard me coming. I picked him up and brought him to the rocking chair we keep in his room and started rocking him to sleep while singing a soft song to him. As I was rocking him, I suddenly got the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up and saw shadows moving across the floor under the bedroom door. I continued singing. My husband had probably just gotten up to use the bathroom and walked past the bedroom door. I hoped that’s what it was. Once I was sure my son was asleep, I put him down gently in his crib and went to talk to my husband. “Hey hon, did you get up to use the bathroom a minute ago?” He looked up at me shook his head slowly. “Huh,” I said. “That’s odd. I was sure I saw your shadow cross the hallway.” “SEE!!!” He exploded. “NOW YOU’VE SEEN IT TOO! I TOLD you there was something weird weird walking around the apartment! It’s your doppelganger!” “My what?” I responded. “Your doppelganger! It’s a spirit that’s mimicking you!” I had to look it up. Apparently doppelgangers are bad omens. When a person sees their own doppelganger, it often leads to a tragic and imminent death. But all I had seen was a shadow move under the doorway. I figured my husband was just messing with me and went on with the evening.
I worked the morning shift, so I was home that evening and took over much of the nightly routine with our son. After rocking him and putting him to bed, I went to the computer (which is located in our living room) to unwind online. My husband was also in the living room watching Netflix. After somewhere between a half hour to an hour of this, we suddenly heard a woman’s voice singing softly. The voice appeared to be coming from our son’s bedroom. My husband and I looked at each other in confusion and he turned the volume down on the TV. The singing continued for another few seconds then stopped abruptly. We heard footsteps. Then we heard my son calling “Momma!”. His crib started creaking as I got up to investigate. My son greeted me at the kiddie door to his bedroom (he’d obviously just climbed out of his crib) and asks “Momma, why you go away?” Instant chills went up my spine. “Honey,” I said, “I was in the living room. I didn’t go away.” “You sing!” he insisted. “Honey, I was in the living room.” “You here!” I didn’t argue anymore. I just scooped him up and hugged him, I went to the rocking chair and rocked him back to sleep, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Nor could I stop looking at the door of the room. The door was closed, but I could see shadows moving under the door as if someone were walking back and forth just outside. I stayed rocking my son for far longer than I usually would. Mostly because I was too scared to move. When I finally did get up, I put my son down in his crib and opened the door just a crack, almost expecting to see my own face looking back at me. I saw nothing. The hallway was empty. I closed the door gently behind me and sprinted back to the living room where my husband and I huddled together on the couch, not even bothering to discuss what had just happened.
We took a trip to see my parents. They live about an hour away from us so we try to see them every few weekends. I told my mother about all the strange things going on in our apartment. She gave me one of her knowing smiles and told me we needed to get more sleep – that our 2-year-old was probably just keeping us up and making us imagine things. This calmed me down immensely. While I was talking to my mom, my husband and my dad were playing with our son down in the basement. Dad set up a train track down there and my son absolutely loves to watch the train loop around and cross the bridge. After talking with Mom for a while about her latest craft projects, I decided it was time to check on the boys. As I neared the bottom of the stairs, I could hear my son making his “choo choo” sounds. As I rounded the bottom of the stairs, I could see the boy clapping his hands as the train came out of a tunnel. My husband and father were standing a few feet away talking amongst themselves. “Hi boys!” I said. My dad did a double take. “How did you get over there so fast?” he asked me. “What do you mean,” I responded. My husband jumped in. “The doppelganger strikes again! You were just standing over there watching the train with Junior.” “I most definitely was not!” I replied. “I was just upstairs talking to Mom!” We left shortly after this.
I haven’t noticed anything weird yet today, but I have to say that I am definitely on edge. I’m not sure how to feel about all of this. On the one hand, I can write a lot of this off as overactive imaginations. On the other hand, there are now three people claiming to have seen me in places that I most definitely was not in.