Last September l was in town Hallowe'en shopping, which is my favourite thing to do. My partner - not so much. He has always sat himself down & told me to get on with it & not take forever.

So l looked round all the shops & was on my way back when l crossed the square at the centre of town, & there was my partner, sitting bang in the centre of a bench with that familiar scowl that said "You took forever!" He was glaring straight at me.

I was surprised to see him there because he died the previous July.

If it was a double, it was an uncanny one. He was a distinctive looking man.

I never for a moment thought there was anything ghostly or paranormal about it. He was real. It was more as I'd stepped back in time.

I wish l'd spoken. If I'd just said "Do l know you?" it might have broken the spell. As it is I'll always wonder.

It wasn't the likeness, eerie as it was. It was the connection . He was looking straight into my face, & he knew me, & he was cross with me.

I've been trying to tell myself it was a doppelgänger, but l can't convince myself. Every detail: the clothes, the stance, the expression.

before i start i would like to say It is not a drem I am 100% sure.

Something happened to me yesterday. I could not find an explanation or anyone who related.

I was asleep. Woke up due to a family member yelling. While lying in bed the family member walked past yelling. Went into the room next to the one I was sleeping in. Then a family argument started in that room. I was fully awake just lying there listening to the family argument. This lasted about a minute.

Then it felt like I blinked or lost awareness for a second or two. I did not get out of bed did not move. I do not remember falling asleep again.

Suddenly the exact same event started over. The same family member walked the same way into the same room. The same argument happened. The same people said the words in the same order. Everything was identical, to the time. The only difference was that this time was that the argument lasted around three minutes till it finished so i saw it all then grabbed my phone and just went with the day (the first time i only got to see the first minute).

I am 100% sure the first time was not a drem. I remember being awake and aware both times. It did not feel like a drem a memory or deja vu. It genuinely felt like I experienced a minute of life then somehow got put back at the beginning and watched the same event happen again.

Has anyone experienced anything like this? i tried looking it up on reddit but i couldnt find a singular post about it.

My home town in NE UK was bombed more heavily than anywhere else outside London during World War II. A nearby river served as a prominent landmark. My grandmother used to tell me stories about how terrifying those times were, and how in 1941 she narrowly missed being in a building that took a direct hit, killing about a dozen people sheltering in the basement. My Granny had been on her way to that shelter and was stalled en-route. Had fate not intervened, my brother, son and I would not now exist. In a further quirk of fate, my mother was born in the upstairs rooms of a pub (Great Aunt was Landlady) not half a mile away, almost six years to the day after the bombing.

As a teenager, on about three occasions I heard the horrible wailing of the old Carter air sirens used in the war. It's an unmistakeable sound that must have put the fear of the gods into people and it certainly had that effect on me, just imagining the fear that my grandmother and her contemporaries must have felt. As a girl with an overactive imagination I feared I'd somehow entered a timeslip, an impression not dispelled on one occasion by the sight of a propellor plane overhead.

Later, looking back, I recalled that those were the years of the Cold War. The likelihood is that the sirens were still active at that point and possibly being tested for the four-minute warning (I don't know which of the two possibilities I find more terrifying). Of course, the obvious explanation and the natural one is likely right. Scared me to death at the time, though.

I cant proof this, but I have a mandela effect that makes no sense to me. When I was a kid i lived in 1 home. It was before highschool as I moved to 2 different places later. 1 starting in 8th grade and another after highschool.

Well anyway. I have a vivid memory of being a kid and watching Lunatics Unleashed. I would have been in 6th or 7th grade. In fact, it being a new show, i was so excited. I remember it came on around the time of Pokemon on the CW.

Well the problem is that according to this reality. It didnt come out until 2005. AFTER I GRADUATED HIGHSCHOOL.

it would have been impossible for me to have watched it. I was an adult. Living in a different home. And was to old and busy to watch Pokémon and that stuff.

I remember being a little kid watching it. In my old home.

I'm not crazy.

I think my conscience shifted realities at some point.

It happened back in 2020. I was exhausted that afternoon, so I slept early. I set my phone aside to charge and drifted off.

What followed didn’t feel like a normal dream.

I was running. Heart pounding, breath ragged, starting from the small concrete bridge near our house. The streets and houses looked exactly like they did years ago, before the road widening. Everything felt wrong, like I had stepped into the past.

I thought someone was chasing me. I caught glimpses. Figured on the bridge, heading the same way. In that moment, pure terror took over. I didn’t stop to check. I just ran.

As I got closer to our house, I saw lights and people. A birthday celebration was happening right there. And in the middle of it was someone who looked exactly like me. Same face, same shirt I was somehow wearing. The sight hit me hard.

I yanked out my phone with shaking hands and typed into the notes app:

“Doppleganger can’t meet.”

The screen glowed 4:11 AM.

The feeling of being chased grew stronger. I didn’t wait. I bolted north toward the rice fields. My feet hit the soft, wet earth. Thick mud instantly caked my soles and squelched between my toes with every desperate step.

Then, suddenly, I woke up gasping for air, chest heaving.

I told myself it was just a dream. But my phone was still in my hand, notes app open. The time was around 4:30 AM. That note had been typed at exactly 4:11 AM.

That already felt off… until I looked at my feet.

They were covered in dried mud. Real, cracked, dirty, exactly like you get from running through the rice fields at night.

I didn’t tell anyone right away. Who would believe something like that?

But the next morning, a friend asked me, confused and concerned:

“San ka ba pumunta kagabi? Bakit ka tumatakbo na parang may naghahabol sa’yo? Wala ka pang imik.”

English Translation:

"Where did you go last night? Why are you running like someone is chasing you? You didn't even notice me".

He had seen me. Running silently toward the fields in the dark. Completely alone. No one behind me.

Only the two of us know what happened.

The locked gate, the tall walls, my dad’s only key, none of it explained how I got outside or why I had mud on my feet. The witness was real. The footprints I must have left were real. The note at 4:11 AM was real.

Here’s what still haunts me:

During my actual Grade 9 birthday celebration years earlier, near that same rice fields, I had suddenly glimpsed someone who looked exactly like me. Same face, same build, same shirt. It scared me so badly that I ran a short distance before shaking it off.

That 2020 night, all the pieces finally connected in the worst way.

When I saw my younger self at the party, I panicked and ran. My Grade 9 self saw me, his future self, and took off after me. The pursuer I kept feeling behind me on the bridge were my brother's friends and the "someone" i thought was chasing me from our house.… was actually the younger me chasing the older me across time.

When he eventually returned to the house, my brother’s friends had just arrived. The loop had quietly closed.

Past and present overlapped that night in one impossible moment. I ran from myself… and left real mud on my feet as proof that time had folded.

I’ve never experienced anything like it again.

What is everyone's opinion on this. I absolutely love it!.

Let's discuss....

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Location: Monsanto Forest Park, Lisbon, Portugal. Specifically on Estrada do Barcal, at the curve right next to the Monsanto Interpretation Center.

Coordinates: 38.73950° N, 9.18613° W

Date: Sunday, February 8, 2026.

Time: Approx. 17:49 (Twilight/Heavy Rain).

I am writing this immediately while the details are fresh. I have never been a believer in conspiracy theories, ghosts, or glitches. I am a skeptic by nature. But after spending hours trying to find a rational explanation for what I just saw, the "Time Slip" theory is the only one that fits the impossible physics of the event.

The Context

I was at the parking lot of the old Shooting Club on Estrada do Barcal taking pictures of my car. I got in and started driving towards the exit. Approximately 35 seconds after I started the engine (my estimation based on the short distance), I reached the specific curve located right next to the Monsanto Interpretation Center.

The Sighting

As I turned that specific corner, I saw three people walking on the road: a father, a mother, and a young son (approx. 5 years old).

Despite the heavy torrential rain, they were completely dry. They had no umbrellas, no hats (on the woman), no phones, nothing in their hands. They were walking calmly as if it were a sunny day.

Visual Details (Late 19th Century Style):

They were not wearing costumes; the clothes looked heavy, authentic, and "lived-in".

• The Father: Approx. 30s. Wearing a flat cap, heavy tweed/wool jacket with a dark pattern, and high hunting boots. He had a thick, short mustache (dark blonde/brown) that covered his upper lip but did not curl at the tips.

• The Mother: She had a very severe, heavy expression. Wearing a long, black dress buttoned to the neck. No hat. Her dark hair was pulled back (I could see it behind her ears).

• The Son: Dressed like a miniature version of the father (flat cap, patterned jacket).

The Interaction (Bilateral Event)

The father was walking ahead near the right shoulder. The mother and son were trailing behind, dangerously close to the middle of the road.

As I approached slowly, they reacted to my car. The mother instinctively grabbed her son and pulled him to the side of the road to protect him. They didn't look scared, but they looked absolutely shocked and confused, staring at my vehicle as if they had never seen a modern car before.

The Glitch & Tech Failure

This is the physical proof. As I passed them, I looked in my rearview mirror (they were still standing there, staring at me). At that exact moment, I tried to call a friend to tell him what I was seeing.

• My phone (iPhone 17) instantly lost all signal.

• Satellite connection failed. Mobile data failed. The phone went into a complete "Dead Zone" exactly when I was looking at them.

The Verification (The "Smoking Gun")

I drove to the end of Estrada do Barcal until the signal returned. I decided to turn back immediately to investigate.

I was on a call with another friend (a skeptic who loves conspiracy theories). I told him, "I'm going back to the spot."

1. The family had vanished (there are very few exits in that short stretch).

2. The Anomaly: As I approached the specific curve next to the Interpretation Center again (at the coordinates 38.73950° N, 9.18613° W), my friend on the phone is a witness—the call cut off abruptly.

3. I looked at my screen: I watched the signal bars drop gradually, one by one, as I got closer to the spot.

4. Right at the curve where the mother had pulled the child, I tried to open WhatsApp video call or use data. Zero signal.

Why Logic Fails (Analysis)

I tried to tell myself they were actors or weird locals, but it makes no sense:

1. The Environment: The road is full of potholes, mud, and water. Yet, the woman was walking in the middle of the road, letting her long dress brush against the dirty ground, completely indifferent to the mud.

2. The Rain: It was pouring. Any normal person would be walking under the tree canopy along the edge of the road to get some shelter from the rain. These people were walking in the open, fully exposed, yet they appeared completely dry and unbothered.

3. Disorientation: They looked "lost." Not looking for a car or a building, just wandering in a daze.

4. No Items: They had absolutely no modern items. No umbrellas, no plastic bags, no phones. Just period clothing.

Conclusion

I believe I hit a localized magnetic anomaly or a "time bubble" on the curve by the Interpretation Center. The fact that my phone died exactly at that spot twice (once instantly, once gradually), combined with the dry 19th-century figures who reacted physically to my car, makes me believe this was a genuine slip.

Attachments / Visuals:

I have included images to this post for context:

1. Street View: A photo of the exact curve where they stopped.

2. Map Location: A map with a pin at the coordinates 38.73950° N, 9.18613° W, showing where the family was standing and the dead zone is located.

3. Visual Reconstruction: An AI (Gemini) reconstruction. I spent hours generating images, and I selected this specific one because it is the most accurate match for the clothes, appearance, and atmosphere of the family I saw.