This is story posted to Reddit. Terrifying if true. The man who looked exactly like me last night. I heard the front door creak open. I live alone, so my heart immediately started pounding. I grabbed a bat from under my bed and crept downstairs. That's when I froze. Sitting at my kitchen table was me. Not a look alike, not someone who just resembled me. It was me, down to the scar on my arm, the chipped tooth, even the same nervous tick I have where I tap my fingers when I'm anxious.
He looked up and smiled, finally. I've been waiting a long time for this. I stammered. What the hell are you? He laughed. I'm you, but better, smarter, stronger. You don't belong here anymore. I do. Before I could move, he lunged across the table, tackling me to the floor. His grip was unbelievably strong. He whispered in my ear as he tried to choke me out. You've wasted your life. But don't worry, I'll fix everything. Nobody will ever know the
difference. I fought back with everything I had. Somehow, I grabbed the bat and smashed it into his face. He crumpled, blood pooling on the tile. I dragged his body to the basement, shaking uncontrollably. But here's the thing. When I came back upstairs, he was sitting at the table again, smiling. And this time, he wasn't alone. There were three more of him, all of them me, all of them waiting again. Scary if true.