alright, some crazy stuff just went down.
for those of you who don't know, i live in a guest house kind of off to the side of my house. you leave through the kitchen and then outside in between the garage and the kitchen is a door to my room. so, i'm kind of separated from the house, but i share the west wall of my room and bathroom with the dining room. also, i'm loving scared of the dark, so night times have become kind of terrifying for me.
anyway, i've lived kind of comfortably in this house for a while (a little over a year), but i always felt as if i was being watched through the window at night. you know, just spooky feelings. i always have my back against the window because my computer is against the wall next to it, so i don't really ever see out of it unless i turn around. usually i get kinda weird vibes that my dad is watching me through it monitoring how much time i spend on the computer, but it's whatever. i tend to shrug it off and he never really comments on it anymore.
so tonight i was minding my own business when my dad came into my room. i turned around and faced him as he sat there in the doorway (there's a very small hall with my closet and bathroom door in this guest house.. thing) and glared at me not saying anything for thirty seconds. i thought he was super pissed at me so i asked him "what did i do?" and it elicited no immediate response. after this period of him just.. staring, he grunted and left the room.
of course, i thought i did something wrong, so i sat there for a bit and decided to go ask him what's wrong. i walked in through the kitchen and into my living room, which he was sitting on the floor on my sister's laptop (his is broken). my mom was in a recliner and my brother was on the floor watching television. i leaned against the doorway and the following conversation played out:
me: "what did you want, dad?"
dad: *silence*
me: "dad?"
dad: "i don't know what you're talking about."
me: "what do you mean you don't know what i'm talking about? you were literally just in my room."
*mom and my brother both look up at me and dad turns around*
dad: "what? no i wasn't."
me: "... what do you mean. don't play these games with me, dad. what did i do wrong? why did you come into my room?"
mom: "no, aaron, he literally didn't leave this spot. that wasn't your father in your room."
it went on for a while, them trying to explain to me that my dad was not present with me in my room at all. my dad has a twin brother, but i can tell the difference between them. that man in my room was my dad, but everyone in the house was saying that it was not him in there.
am i going insane or something? i don't really believe in the paranormal (i just have an irrational fear of certain things), but i certainly as forget don't want a doppelganger living on my property.
my mom told me to lock the door and sleep with my lights on tonight. needless to say that'll be easy.
has anyone else ever experience something this... weird?
