(flash horror story)

She lived in a small town with only a few hundred people. She lived a lovely life of an ordinary girl. But then something weird started happening. People kept greeting her for things she’d never done. As if someone was pretending to be her. Or all the people around confused someone with her.

One night, she finally saw it: another “her,” strolling past her bedroom window, casually walking toward her house. Heart racing, the girl watched as her double entered the front door, tossed her shoes aside, and headed straight to the kitchen.

The girl quietly peeked into the kitchen. The doppelgänger stood with her back turned to the door.

“I’m tired of watching. It’s my turn now.” was heard in the room. Then the metallic sheen of the knife flashed for a second.

The next morning, the girl’s mother noticed her daughter in the kitchen, humming happily. Nothing seemed different—except the girl smiling back wasn’t her daughter at all.