I am going to tell you about my family's doppelganger. I believe it is a he, although it is hard to tell. Throughout my childhood there has been a subtle amount of encounters. The climax of it all happened in my suburban home in South Carolina.
I never slept in my bed by myself. There was always his breath on my neck. The hot moist air seemed to never go away. I rarely slept. My dad had a small angel he used to put above his door, every morning it was on the ground. These were the sleeping arrangements.
I had a walk in closet in my room. On the weekends, when my step-sisters visited, they liked to play hide and go seek in my closet. Turns out they're not the only ones. My mother and I were in the kitchen, cooking, and we began to hear giggling from upstairs. Along with noisy footsteps and a excited mumble. We tried to come up with some logical explanation. Like maybe kids are playing outside. I searched the area for any sign of children, there were none. We went upstairs. The clothes in my closet had been ripped from there hangers and thrown all over my room.
That night I went to go take a shower. I was singing very loudly that night because I was extremely nervous. I stepped out of the shower, and a voice said to me "you're really good miss!" I was terrified and tried to run out of the bathroom, I slipped on water and fell. The voice continued "I didn't mean to startle you miss. How's your head?" I screamed as loudly as possible blocking out anything else he had to say. I managed to get to my feet and escape the bathroom.
My parents had gone out for the night, and I didn't expect anyone to be home for a while. I went to my room and quickly got dressed. I went downstairs and began to watch a movie to try to ease my mind. I heard footsteps upstairs, and I struggled to ignore them. I was sitting on the couch that faced the TV, but faced away from the front door. I had dead-bolted the front door, so when I heard the jingle of keys I assumed it was my mom.
I heard the door open and my mom say "Hey Liv." It's a nickname of mine so I turned around to greet her, no one was there, and the door was closed. While I was turned away I heard frantic footsteps going upstairs. The same kind of encounters continued for several months. We even had a friend bless the house. Eventually it wavered off and went back to subtle experiences.
P.s. Sorry for grammar mistakes.