When I was a kid, we used to visit our grandparents in an executive village two-cities away from my hometown. My father does this habit of visiting them to give a hand in doing some physical chores such as house fixtures and repairs and picking bananas in the small plantation backyard of my grandfather. As a kid, I do love reading comic books including those comics in the entertainment section of a newspaper.
While my father is talking with my grandpa outside the house, I took a newspaper to read and went to the living room area of the house. There is this tumba-tumba chair (rocking chair) that I used to seat in whenever I am busy reading - my favorite reading spot!
As I am busy reading, I heard that the door from the dirty kitchen opened and there is a figure of a man walking directly to the bedroom of my grandparents, I did not even bother myself to take a glance, first, only my grandparents have the access to their room and I knew that there are only three people in that house, my father, my grandpa and me; my grandma and my aunt goes to market to buy for foods.
(If you are wondering how did my grandpa get to the dirty kitchen when a while ago they were talking with my father? Well, there is an access from outside of the house (front porch) straight to the dirty kitchen (back area of the house.)
I finished reading the entertainment section, and I don't have the interest to turn on the tv. The room is also getting dark, and I am a little bored, so, I read some more articles on the newspaper, I am lazy to turn on the lights in the living room since there is still lights from outside that luminates my reading area. The figure from the bedroom walked beside me, still, I did not even bother to give it a look. It literally stands beside me and I felt that it is observing or staring at me for more than a minute that I noticed his pair of foot. Thinking it was just my grandpa who is curious on what I have been seriously reading.
Then, I heard a coin clinking on the floor as it fell on the ground. That is the time I look on the nothingness beside me, I feel goosebumps that it made my hair on the back of neck stands and my feet felt cold. I loudly called to my grandpa and ask what he is doing, he did answer while still in his bedroom taking some coins on his hanged pants. Scared, I immediately go outside to catch some air, acting there is nothing happened inside the house.
Fast forward - I have read something about the doppelganger, it is the mysterious, exact double of a living person (Wagner, 2019). Another term for a "double walker" or "double goer".
