tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30011852731014719972024-03-14T18:03:02.384+08:00Mostly True Internet StoriesA collection of stories from various internet forums.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001185273101471997.post-59499119686744699722014-03-16T16:33:00.000+08:002014-03-16T16:33:18.860+08:00My Wife's Doppelganger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One time my wife and I were coming back from a dinner night out. When
I opened the door of the house, she was sitting at the computer
working, as i usually find her when i get home, nothing unusual. Except
she was entering the house with me...<br>
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About a year ago, my girlfriend and I went to eat dinner at
Chipotles. Its in a smallish shopping area with a burger joint and
Pei-Wei neighboring the Chipotle...one of those kind of upper-classy
type shopping areas.<br>
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describe to you happened.
This was some years ago (pre-smartphone/GPS era). It was the end of the
summer and myself and two friends were on a camping trip way up in the
north, in Lapland. The mosquito season was over, and the weather was
cooling down in anticipation of the coming fall. The three of us had
packed food and gear for a 10 day trek. The car we arrived in had been
left at the parking lot of a visitor center - this happened within the
premises of the Urho Kekkonen National Park, a 985 sq. mile stretch of
wilderness near the Russian border.<br>
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We're both 25 yrs old. We lost our virginity to each other, we've talked
about marriage.. even having kids someday. I've had my chances, but
never cheated on her. SERIOUSLY. A couple of close calls, but I never
pulled the trigger and I'm very proud of it.<br>
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When I was like 10 or 11 I was going to the beach with my aunt and
her friends. There were two cars of us. To get there we had to go
through a very large industrial area. We didn't know the direction, so
our car was following the other. Suddenly, they did an unexpected turn
and so our driver had to take a sharp bend.<br>
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It started off me waking up in bed during a thunderstorm. As the room
illuminated again and again from the flashes of lightning outside I
realized that the bed I was laying in wasn't mine. The head of the bed
was against the wall the the door was located on, and from my
perspective I couldn't tell if it was open or closed.<br>
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I was catching a sky-train in one particular city about 15 minutes
from where I get off. While I wait there is a woman with glazed eyes
asking people for money. She came up to me, stopped briefly, and asked
"Excuse me, could you spare some money? My brother is in the hospital
and I'd like some money to buy him some flowers."<br>
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I had just turned 22 and my parents had sold their house and
purchased a place out in the country. On the property there was a big
shed not far from the house that I decided to turn into my place, now I
felt kind of uncomfortable in the shed sometimes but my dog kept me
company so it wasn't so bad.<br>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVWztSb7NAhJt4fXNhzbzR4c_fl43X_ugrnfPSJuDBIoc2X4Z9cqkYijPixlvawu8GFYCVJ2ejy5jCYt0LrQuDFneT6Wb4sYWN_zP9VEhAaCwAu9M1f-Ia8bNfDuQRXhonGmBQEkEZKAy/s1600/Stanley025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVWztSb7NAhJt4fXNhzbzR4c_fl43X_ugrnfPSJuDBIoc2X4Z9cqkYijPixlvawu8GFYCVJ2ejy5jCYt0LrQuDFneT6Wb4sYWN_zP9VEhAaCwAu9M1f-Ia8bNfDuQRXhonGmBQEkEZKAy/s1600/Stanley025.JPG" height="148" width="200"></a>I work as a security/nighttime attendant at an apartment building. It's 24 stories and one of the oldest buildings in the city.<br>
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