You know how sometimes you see a person and it looks just like someone else you know? And for a minute, you wonder if it is them? And maybe you even start to greet them? And when you realize it isn’t them, it still kind of weirds you out because it’s so eerie?
Do you know what is a thousand times more eerie? Did you ever see someone and it looks just like you? And, for a split second, you actually have to figure out whether it’s you over there or you right here? And then you recognize what you’re thinking and hope no one can see inside your brain because: yikes.
On the positive side, that sort of experience intensifies the creepy quotient of “the doppelgänger” narrative. There are many doubles lurking about in literature (and film, for that matter), especially in Gothic and mystery texts. I’m drawn to those tales because they’re chilling and fascinating at the same time, raising endlessly interesting questions about identity.
What close encounters of the doppelgänger kind have you had, dear readers (anywhere–reading, viewing, or living)?