MidReal Story

The Doppelganger

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Scenario:I couldn’t move. My brain refused to process what I was seeing. The figure in my room… looked exactly like me. Same clothes. Same face. Same phone in its hand. But its eyes—too dark. Too empty. It slowly lifted my phone and started typing. A second later, my own phone buzzed in my hand. A new message from ‘Mom.’ Mom: ‘Run.’ That snapped me out of it. I turned and SPRINTED down the stairs, nearly falling over myself. ‘MOM!’ I screamed. ‘THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY ROOM!’ She turned to me, confused. ‘What are you talking about?’ Footsteps. Coming down the stairs behind me. Slow. Heavy. I turned around. It was me. Standing there. Staring. Smiling. I felt my mom’s hand on my wrist, gripping it tight. Too tight. I looked at her, my heart pounding. She wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking at the other ‘me.’ And then she whispered… ‘You need to leave. NOW.’"

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I couldn’t move. My brain refused to process what I was seeing. The figure in my room… looked exactly like me. Same clothes. Same face. Same phone in its hand. But its eyes—too dark. Too empty. It slowly lifted my phone and started typing. A second later, my own phone buzzed in my hand. A new message from ‘Mom.’ Mom: ‘Run.’ That snapped me out of it. I turned and SPRINTED down the stairs, nearly falling over myself. ‘MOM!’ I screamed. ‘THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY ROOM!’ She turned to me, confused. ‘What are you talking about?’ Footsteps. Coming down the stairs behind me. Slow. Heavy. I turned around. It was me. Standing there. Staring. Smiling. I felt my mom’s hand on my wrist, gripping it tight. Too tight. I looked at her, my heart pounding. She wasn’t looking at me anymore. She was looking at the other ‘me.’ And then she whispered… ‘You need to leave. NOW.’"

Mia Thompson

scared, and determined. Mia discovers a doppelganger in her room, which leads to a series of eerie events. Her mother's reaction implies a deeper understanding of the situation, but Mia is left with more questions than answers. She struggles to comprehend the identity and intentions of the duplicate, feeling threatened and unsure about her own safety.

Sarah Thompson

secretive, and anxious. Sarah seems aware of the supernatural events unfolding around Mia but doesn't explain them fully. Her reaction to the doppelganger suggests she knows more than she reveals. Despite her efforts to keep Mia safe, Sarah's actions are shrouded in mystery, leaving Mia feeling both protected and confused.

The Doppelganger

sinister, and silent. The doppelganger's presence sparks fear in Mia as it mimics her actions and sends messages from her phone. Its intentions are unclear but its actions imply a malevolent purpose. Its ability to blend into Mia's life raises questions about its origins and motivations.

I froze.

My phone was in my hand.

But it was also in hers.

Identical to mine.

With the same sticker on it.

My brain couldn’t process what I was seeing.

She was holding my phone.

But that wasn’t possible.

It was in my hand.

And then she looked up.

Her eyes met mine.

And everything in my body locked.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from hers.

Because they weren’t hers.

They were mine.

Same phone in her hand.

Same sweep of hair across her forehead.

Same sweatshirt on her body.

But her eyes—

Too dark.

Too empty.

She slowly lifted my phone and started typing.

A second later, my own phone buzzed in my hand.

A new message from ‘Mom.’

Mom: ‘Run.’

That broke the spell.

I turned and SPRINTED down the stairs, nearly falling over myself.

‘MOM!’ I screamed.

‘THERE’S SOMEONE IN MY ROOM!’

She turned to me, confused.

‘What are you talking about?’

And then she saw it.

Saw her.

Footsteps behind me.

Heavy.Slow.

Coming closer and closer… I turned around.

It was me.

I grabbed Mom’s hand, tugging hard.

She resisted, her eyes darting between me and the doppelganger on the stairs.

Whatever she was thinking, I didn’t have time for it.

‘We need to go!’

I yanked harder.

The other me stood on the stairs, watching us with that same unnerving smile.

Finally, Mom relented.

We stumbled toward the front door, my heart pounding in my ears.

I fumbled with the lock, my fingers trembling.

Behind us, the footsteps resumed.

Deliberate and unhurried.

The door creaked open and I yanked it wide, pulling Mom outside into the night air.

"Mom, that's not me," I whispered urgently, glancing back at the figure on the stairs.

"But how can that be?" she replied, her voice trembling, eyes wide with disbelief.

"I don't know, but we have to get out of here before it reaches us!"

We burst out the front door, slamming it behind us.

I heard the lock click into place.

But I knew it wouldn't hold for long.

I glanced back at the house, my eyes searching for a way out.

And that's when I saw it.

A faint Outline of a door beneath the staircase.

It was hidden from view, cleverly concealed by the banister.

But I knew what I saw.

A door where there shouldn't be one.

My instincts screamed at me to investigate.

"Mom, look!"

I dragged her back inside, my heart racing with anticipation.

The doppelganger's footsteps echoed closer, heavy on the stairs.

I yanked at the hidden door, and it swung open with a creak.

A narrow passageway stretched before us, cloaked in shadows.

"In here," I whispered urgently, pulling Mom into the cramped space.

We squeezed inside just as the doppelganger reached the bottom of the stairs. The door creaked shut behind us, plunging us into darkness.

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as we waited for what felt like an eternity.

Listening for any sign of the doppelganger on the other side of the door.

The air was thick and stale, heavy with the scent of damp earth.

I could feel Mom's hand on my arm, her grip tightening as we crept forward through the narrow passageway.

Our breaths were shallow and synchronized, the only sound in the suffocating space.

The doppelganger's footsteps echoed faintly on the other side of the door, then gradually faded into silence.

We reached the end of the passage, where a faint Outline of a door materialized before us.

I pushed it open cautiously, revealing a dimly lit basement cluttered with forgotten furniture and dusty boxes.

Mom scanned the room quickly, her eyes darting from one corner to another.

"Do you think it knows about this place?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I don't know, but we can't stay here," I replied, glancing nervously at the shadows.

"Then where do we go?" she asked, desperation creeping into her tone.