True Stories That Are Scarier Than Fiction

One night, while I was in bed, I felt something touch my foot. It was a tiny silver charm—a little angel. I was confused but kept it in my wallet for good luck. Twelve years later, while living in another country, I went to a work party. A

girl I was meeting for the first time looked at me and said I seemed very familiar. I told her she must be mistaken because I had never seen her before and had moved to France from the U.S. about a year ago.

As we talked, I noticed her necklace had a charm just like mine, but it was gold. I quickly checked my wallet, but my charm was gone. I felt a chill and tried to find her again, but she had vanished. I never saw her again. I described her to my coworkers, hoping to find out who she was, but no one remembered seeing her at the party. I still get goosebumps thinking about it.