I was younger, visiting a theme park, when I ran into a guy who looked eerily like me. Same build, same haircut, even the same nervous smile. He leaned in and said, “Watch your pockets—you’re going to lose your money today.” I laughed it off, but his words stuck. Hours later, I reached for my wallet and felt nothing. Panic hit—until I spotted it lying on the ground nearby. I wouldn’t have noticed if that guy hadn’t said anything. I still wonder who he was. A prankster? A glitch in the matrix? Either way, I’ve never forgotten that strange warning.
It wasn’t just the resemblance—it was the timing. He appeared out of nowhere, said his piece, and vanished into the crowd like he’d never been there.
I didn’t tell anyone at the time. It felt too weird, too unbelievable. Who warns a stranger about something that specific—and gets it right?
The wallet had slipped out during a ride queue. I was lucky it hadn’t been picked up. But luck didn’t feel like the whole story.
Sometimes I wonder if it was a coincidence, or something stranger. A twin I never knew? A future version of me? I’ll never know.
But ever since that day, I check my pockets constantly. And I keep an eye out for familiar faces in unfamiliar places.
