You’d probably look at me funny if I told you I saw something weird at a rave. Most likely, you’d say “no shit, what do you expect,” and you’re probably be right. With the steady flow of drugs—some I haven’t even heard of—among other things, it can get a little crazy. But the last thing I would expect to see there was myself.

If you didn’t know any better you would think we were twins, but the thing is, I’m an only child. My father has a gross video of my birth to prove it. I almost didn’t noticed him at first; it was out of the corner of my eye.

I was at the bar getting another drink. At this point in time I already had a few, so I thought I might be seeing something that’s wasn’t really there. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t freak me out—especially once I figured out it wasn’t my drunken imagination playing tricks on me. When I tried to make my way over to him, a group of hopped up giggling girls got in my way. By the time I was able to make it through, he was gone. If only that was the end of it.

I kept seeing flashes of him here and there—disappearing as quick as he showed up. When I would get a good look at him, he would just stare at me from afar. It was driving me crazy. I had to get out of there.

Once I made it outside the cool air helped to calm me down a little bit. That was until I got the feeling I was being watched. I turned, and there he was at the end the alley. He was started to walk in my direction.

I had a feeling it was all about to be over. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a strong urge to make a run for it, but I figured, what was the point? Might as well get this crazy shit over with.

At first my doppelganger moved real slow like he was an extra in a zombie flick. I heard a sudden sound behind me and took my eyes off of him for a few seconds. That’s all it took. By the time I turned back around he was upon me. He grabbed me and with his incredible strength, took me to the ground with ease.

As I struggled to get up he grabbed my arms and sat on my chest, pinning me to the ground. He bent over—his face inches away from mine—and started to open his mouth. Black sludge poured out of his gaping maw of a mouth and suffocated my face. I passed out.

I’m not sure how long I was out for, but it felt like a while. On the walk home I started to think maybe this whole ordeal was just a bad dream caused by too much drinking. By the time I got home all I wanted to do was just jump into bed. But try as I might, I couldn’t sleep. I felt strange, so I went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face in hopes that would help. But when I looked into mirror I noticed that my eyes were completely black. This was scary enough to make me shit my pants, but then something much more terrifying occurred; my hand started waving around on its own. That was the start of me losing control of my body.

Since then I have gone to shambles. My body feels like it’s being controlled by someone else. Only during rare moments do I get my hands back on the wheel and do what I want. This is one of those rare times. My hope is that by writing this blog post while I still have the freedom to, someone might see it and know what’s going on. More and more I’ve been feeling like a person trapped in someone else’s body. I just want things to go back to normal. I just want my control again. If only I hadn’t ran into… him.

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